#like they just wanna run and play fight all day

[luvst4rc0r3]

HII so idk what's going on with the whole pregnant reader thing but I feel like u stabbed me bcz why u gotta make it so sad😭 but I thought about the idea that after reader's miscarriage and Jinx takes in Isha, she gets a taste of what it's like to be a mom and it gives her the hope to try again. But then after Isha dies, everything all goes to shit again (events of act 3 play out), but then after Jinx gets out of jail and teams up with Ekko, she goes to reader and says something like "once this is all over, we're getting out of here." And they move to bildgewater together and have an actual child there in a more healthy and happy space :)) maybe for a time skip part but idk lol, anyway just thought I'd leave this here!! Live laugh love Jinx

request: Your “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

It was super interesting.

And also made me cry😭😭

Can you write a happy ending for it?

TY if you do

request:I'm gonna need a good ending where Jinx and r have the baby and live happily ever after because that last ask fucked me up😭😭😭😭

"But good things don’t always last forever"

Jinx x F!Reader

WARNINGS: DEATH, MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE!! WC: 3165

NOTE: erm I hope yall are ok now.

Summary: After a heartbreaking miscarriage, you fall into despair, but Jinx—determined to bring light back into your life—unexpectedly finds a little girl named Isha, who needs a family just as much as you both do.

PT.1

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The hideout was quiet. Too quiet.

Jinx hated it.

She sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing her leg as she watched you, curled up with your back to her, shoulders trembling under the blanket. You’d barely moved in hours. Days. It felt like weeks.

Jinx wasn’t great with words, but she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t make it better. The grief sat heavy between you, thick and suffocating. She wanted to tear it apart, blow it up, do something—but this wasn’t something she could fix with bombs or bullets.

So, she stayed. As much as she wanted to run from feelings, from pain, she stayed.

She reached out, brushing her fingers over your arm.

“Hey, toots…” Her voice was softer than usual. Hesitant. “Y’wanna get outta here? Just for a bit?”

You didn’t answer. Didn’t even stir.

Jinx sighed. She pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder before getting up.

“I’ll be back,” she muttered.

You didn’t respond.

Jinx wandered the streets of Zaun, hands stuffed in her pockets, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. She hated seeing you like that. Hated knowing there was nothing she could do to take away your pain.

She needed to find something. Something that could help.

It had been weeks since everything fell apart—since the baby was gone. Since your heart had shattered into something unrecognizable. You barely left the bed, barely ate, barely breathed.

Jinx never said it, but you knew it scared her.

She’d always been the reckless one, the impulsive one, the wild one. But now, you were the one slipping away.

And Jinx? She didn’t know how to stop it.

So, she did what she always did when the world felt like too much. She ran.

Jinx wasn’t looking for a kid.

She was looking for a fight, for trouble—something, anything to pull her out of her head. Out of you and the way you wouldn’t even look at her anymore.

But what she found was a girl.

Small. Filthy. Silent.

Fell on top of her while some guys chased her.

Once Jinx shot off the guys she crouched in front of her, frowning.

“Hey, shorty. What’s your deal?”

No answer.

The girl just stared.

Jinx clicked her tongue. “Oh, great. You’re broken too.”

Still nothing.

Jinx was about to leave—she wasn’t in the business of picking up strays—but then she saw it.

A fresh bruise, deep and purple, blooming along the girl’s cheek.

Jinx’s stomach twisted.

“…Shit.”

She wasn’t good at this stuff. She wasn’t you. But you… you would’ve stopped. You would’ve helped.

And maybe, just maybe, if she brought this kid home, you’d look at her again.

Jinx sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

“follow me or not. I don’t care”

She followed.

She studied the kid. Dirty, scared, alone. Just like she used to be.

Maybe… maybe this was it. The something she’d been looking for.

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You didn’t know what to think when Jinx came home with her.

You sat up in bed, blinking blearily as Jinx strolled in, dragging a small, silent child behind her.

“Babe, meet Isha. Isha, meet Babe.” Jinx grinned like this was normal. Like she hadn’t just brought home a whole person.

You just stared.

“…What?”

Jinx flopped onto the bed beside you, throwing an arm over your waist.

“She fell on me. Didn’t say a word. Figured, y’know, she could use some better company. We could use some better company.”

You looked at the child.

She was thin. Too thin. Her hands were curled into tight little fists, her lips pressed together in an unreadable line. She looked… wary. Not scared, not trusting. Just waiting.

For what, you weren’t sure.

But you knew that feeling.

Jinx sighed against your shoulder. “You’re not mad, are ya?”

You swallowed. No. You weren’t mad.

You were just… tired.

But when you looked at Isha—really looked at her—something deep inside you cracked.

Maybe it was the way she wouldn’t meet your eyes. Maybe it was the way she stood, stiff and defensive, like she expected you to tell her to leave.

Or maybe it was the way, despite all of it, she still stayed.

“…She can stay,” you murmured.

Jinx made a triumphant noise.

Isha didn’t react.

But when you got up and grabbed a blanket, draping it over her tiny shoulders, she didn’t flinch away.

That was enough.

For now.

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The first few days were quiet.

Isha barely made a sound. You barely spoke. Jinx bounced between watching you both like a hawk and blowing things up in the dead of night, like movement could stop her from thinking too hard.

But, slowly, something shifted.

It started small.

You’d wake up in the morning, roll over, and instead of being met with an empty bed, you’d find Isha sitting on the floor, drawing.

She wasn’t great at it—her little hands were too shaky, the colors smeared—but it was something.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you wanted to do something, too.

So, one day, you sat beside her.

She tensed—always waiting for rejection—but when you picked up a crayon and started drawing next to her, she hesitated. Then, slowly, she handed you a blue one.

That was the first good day.

Jinx practically vibrated with excitement when she saw the two of you, sprawled out on the floor, doodling nonsense.

“Holy shit, progress!” she cheered, flopping onto your back. “Babe, you’re alive again!”

You snorted, nudging her playfully.

“This is a miracle!” Jinx gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “Someone get me a camera—this belongs in the history books!”

Isha watched Jinx’s antics with wide eyes, and when you turned to her, you swore you saw something flicker on her face.

Something close to a smile.

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You couldn’t sleep much anymore.

ever since everything.

And tonight? Tonight was bad.

She woke up to the sound of you breathing too fast, fingers twitching in your sleep.

She didn’t hesitate.

Sliding closer, she brushed your fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Babydoll,” she murmured. “Wake up, love.”

you gasped awake, eyes darting wildly until they landed on her.

She didn’t say anything. Just held you.

Your arms wrapped around you tight—desperate, grounding—and for a while, you both  just stayed like that.

Then, small movement.

You looked up.

Isha stood in the doorway, blanket clutched in her hands, staring with wide, uncertain eyes.

Jinx let out a breath, forcing a smirk. “Hey, shortstack. Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

Isha hesitated, then shook her head.

You lifted the blanket, silently inviting her in.

For a moment, she stayed frozen. Then, carefully, she climbed onto the bed, curling up between you both.

Jinx snorted. “Well, well. Looks like we’re officially outnumbered.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to Isha’s hair.

And for the first time in forever, you slept through the night, peacefully.

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It started with a rainy day.

Zaun’s skies were always grim, but today, the rain came in heavy, flooding the alleyways and making the apartment feel even smaller.

Isha sat by the window, watching raindrops race down the glass. Her little fingers traced them, following each droplet with quiet concentration.

Jinx groaned dramatically, sprawled upside down on the couch, legs hanging over the backrest. “I’m bored.”

You smirked, looking up from your book. “And whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” she shot back immediately, flipping onto her stomach. “Entertain me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not my job.”

Jinx gasped, hand over her heart. “Wow. Rude.” Then, she perked up, eyes gleaming. “Wait. I got it.”

She jumped to her feet, startling Isha, who turned and blinked.

“Pillow fort.” Jinx grinned, pointing dramatically at you. “Right now.”

You raised a brow. “Aren’t we a little old for—”

Jinx was already tearing cushions off the couch.

Isha watched her with wide, curious eyes.

Jinx caught her staring and grinned. “Whaddya think, shortstack? Wanna help?”

Isha hesitated. Then, slowly, she nodded.

Jinx let out a victorious whoop! and tossed a blanket over her head. “Welcome to the chaos, kid!”

You couldn’t help but smile.

Within half an hour, the living room was transformed.

Blankets draped over chairs, cushions stacked like castle walls, fairy lights strung across the ceiling. It was warm, cozy, perfect.

Isha crawled inside, eyes wide as she ran her hands over the soft fabric.

Jinx flopped down beside her, arms behind her head. “Not bad, huh?”

You sat across from them, watching as Isha slowly, carefully, curled up between you both.

For the first time all day, she relaxed.

Jinx smirked, nudging you playfully. “See? Told you it was a good idea.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Alright, fine. You win.”

Jinx puffed out her chest. “Damn right I do.”

Isha watched your banter, something soft in her expression. Then—carefully, hesitantly—she reached out and took your hand.

Your breath caught.

She turned to Jinx, then did the same.

Jinx’s eyes widened.

Neither of you spoke.

You just squeezed her tiny hands, warmth blooming in your chest as the rain pattered softly outside.

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It started with Jinx.

Because of course it did.

She thought it would be hilarious to put blue dye in your shampoo.

You stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet, staring at her with murderous intent.

Jinx, sprawled on the couch with Isha in her lap, burst into laughter.

“Oh—oh my god—babe, you look—” She was wheezing, wiping tears from her eyes. “I—I’m sorry, I can’t—”

Isha, sitting innocently beside her, covered her mouth, eyes shining with amusement.

You crossed your arms. “You think this is funny?”

Jinx gasped for breath. “Babe, c’mon, you’re literally blue!”

Isha let out a small, breathy giggle.

You smirked.

“Alright, Powder,” you said sweetly. “Game on.”

Jinx’s laughter stopped.

“…Wait.”

By the end of the week, it was war.

You switched Jinx’s sugar with salt.

She short-sheeted the bed.

You put hot sauce in her morning coffee.

She filled your boots with glitter.

Isha, watching the chaos unfold, was delighted.

And then—

The prank truce.

Because somehow, somehow, Isha got caught in the middle.

Jinx had set up an elaborate bucket trap for you, but you weren’t the one who walked through the door.

Isha did.

The bucket tipped.

Flour everywhere.

A long, long silence followed.

Jinx paled. “Oh. Shit.”

Isha, completely dusted in white, blinked.

You braced for tears.

But instead—

She grinned.

Then, the softest, most mischievous giggle bubbled out of her.

Jinx gasped. “Babe.”

You were already smirking. “She’s one of us.”

Jinx wiped a fake tear from her eye. “I’m so proud.”

And just like that, Isha became the ultimate prank war champion.

You had created a monster.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Your life finally feels complete again.

For weeks you felt alone and scared. 

Scared that you failed Jinx.

You saw Jinx actual feel like she has a purpose again.

But then—

when you both were finally settling in your guy’s new life.

she was gone.

But now—

you guys have Isha

finally feel full again.

but good things don’t always last forever.

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It happened too fast.

One second, you were all together—fighting, running, surviving.

The next—

Isha was holding a gun.

Your breath caught in your throat, legs moving before your brain could catch up.

Jinx screamed.

“Isha!”

Jinx lunged.

She almost made it.

Almost.

Isha’s eyes met yours—And then—

She was gone.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

And then—nothing.

Silence.

it wasn’t fair.

Not again.

Not her.

Not your baby.

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Everything burned.

Piltover was drowning in smoke, fire licking at the streets, sirens screaming in the distance. The air was thick with dust and blood, and the world felt like it was cracking apart.

And maybe it was.

Maybe you were.

Jinx stood beside you, gun smoking, eyes wild. Her fingers twitched on Fishbones, but her grip was steady. It always was in a fight.

She turned to you, breath ragged, face smeared with dirt and sweat.

“Once we’re out,” she rasped, voice raw from screaming, “we’ll get the life we always wanted.”

You swallowed, gripping your own weapon, heart pounding against your ribs.

“Jinx—”

“I mean it.” She reached for you, gripping your wrist like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “No more running. No more fighting. Just us, babe. We’ll leave. Start fresh. We’ll have—”

She choked on the words.

But you knew.

She meant Isha.

She meant family.

She meant the life that was stolen from you both.

Your throat tightened. “Jinx…”

“I swear.” Her eyes burned, desperate, pleading. “Just hold on a little longer. Please.”

You exhaled shakily.

Then—slowly—you nodded.

Jinx let out a breath, pressing her forehead to yours.

For a moment, just one, the war didn’t exist.

It was just you and her.

Like it used to be.

Like it could be again.

If you survived.

If you made it out.

Jinx pulled back, smirking despite the blood on her lip. “C’mon, babe.” She lifted Fishbones. “Let’s finish this.”

And so, you did.

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The war ended in fire.

You made it out.

Barely.

With nothing but your weapons, the clothes on your backs, and the weight of ghosts in your hearts—

you both flew away.

Flew away from the wreckage. From the war. From everything.

And when you stopped running—

You were in Bilgewater.

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The first thing you noticed was the salt.

Bilgewater smelled like the sea—like salt and spice and damp wood. The docks groaned under the weight of ships, traders shouting over each other as people bustled past.

It was chaotic. Loud. Messy.

It was perfect.

Jinx stretched, arms high above her head, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Smells like fish and crime,” she said, grinning. “I love it.”

You snorted. “You would.”

She turned to you, nudging your side. “You sure about this, babe? New place, new start—no more blowing stuff up for fun. You ready for that?”

You exhaled, looking out at the ocean.

The wind was soft here. The sun actually touched your skin instead of hiding behind smog.

You turned back to Jinx, taking her hand in yours.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I’m ready.”

Jinx’s grin softened.

She squeezed your hand.

“Then let’s go home.”

It wasn’t much.

Just a small shack near the docks—rickety, barely standing, but yours.

Jinx spent weeks fixing it up, scrounging for parts, muttering about “engineering genius” and “making this place badass.”

You just watched her work, heart full for the first time in what felt like forever.

Because she was happy.

You both were.

No more war. No more running.

Just waking up with Jinx tangled around you, her hair messy, her breath warm against your neck.

Just late nights on the rooftop, watching the waves, talking about nothing and everything.

Just peace.

And one day, as Jinx lay beside you, fingers lazily tracing patterns on your arm, she whispered—

“We made it.”

You turned to her, brushing blue strands from her face.

“We did.”

She smiled, soft and real, and for the first time in a long time—

There were no ghosts.

No war.

No grief.

Just you and her.

And the life you always wanted.

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Bilgewater had been home for a couple months now.

The war was a distant memory, just a story told in whispers between you and Jinx when the nights stretched too long and the past felt too close.

Life had settled.

Jinx still tinkered, still got into trouble, still stole things just because she could. But she was happy. She laughed more, slept easier, held you like she was afraid you’d slip away in the night.

And you?

For the first time in your life, you were at peace.

But something was missing.

Something you and Jinx didn’t talk about out loud—not for months, not after what happened.

Then one night, as you both lay tangled on the couch, a storm raging outside, Jinx spoke—soft, hesitant.

“…Do you ever think about it?”

You didn’t have to ask what she meant.

You turned to her, fingers brushing absentmindedly through her blue strands. “Every day.”

Jinx swallowed.

She sat up, looking at you—really looking—and her voice was barely a whisper when she said—

“What if we tried again?”

Your breath caught.

Jinx rushed ahead before you could answer.

“Not—not to replace her,” she stammered. “Never that. Just… I dunno. We had a good thing. A great thing. And I think we could—” She exhaled sharply, eyes darting away. “Forget it. Dumb idea.”

You caught her chin gently, making her meet your gaze.

“It’s not dumb,” you said. “It’s perfect.”

Jinx blinked.

Then—slowly—her lips curled into a small, hopeful grin.

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BONUS!!!!!

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It took time.

But one day, finally, you held her.

Tiny. Fragile. A weight so light it barely felt real in your arms.

You stared down at the baby, throat tight, heart pounding in a way you hadn’t felt in years.

Jinx hovered beside you, practically vibrating.

“D’you think she’s defective?” she muttered.

You snorted. “Jinx.”

“She hasn’t said anything.”

“She was literally just born.”

Jinx huffed, poking the baby’s cheek. “Still. I expected more personality.”

The baby let out a soft, sleepy sigh.

Jinx melted.

“…Okay, that was kinda cute.”

You shook your head, smiling. Then, quietly, you whispered—

“Isha.”

Jinx froze.

The boat went silent, save for the distant sound of the waves against the docks.

You looked up, meeting Jinx’s eyes.

Her breath hitched.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then—slowly—Jinx exhaled, her lips curling into something small, soft.

She reached out, tracing a gentle finger over the baby’s tiny fist.

“Isha,” she repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

Like it was something sacred.

You nodded, eyes stinging.

“She deserves to be remembered…both kids need to be remembered”

Jinx swallowed, blinking rapidly.

Then, suddenly, she grinned.

“Well,” she said, nudging your shoulder. “Let’s just hope this one doesn’t start a prank war.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to Isha’s tiny forehead.

“No promises.”

Jinx smirked.

Then she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours, whispering—

“We made it.”

You smiled.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “We did.”

And as Isha let out a tiny yawn, curling into your chest, the past finally let go.

The war was over.

The ghosts were gone.

And the life you always wanted?

It was here.

It was real.

And it was yours.

I love making angst and fluff stories!! They are so fun to craft!!

I want sleep.

[nicnevans]

Hey! GW2 fandom!

I'm semi-new here, though (since you guys seem friendly) a few of my screenshots and doodles have done the rounds so my characters might not be entirely unfamiliar to you. Anyway, I want more GW2 on my dash! with some caveats due to being New TM I'm looking for folks to follow who;

post a fair bit of GW2; other games and fandoms in the mix is fine, I myself am pretty multifandom over here (I don't have the braincells to separate everything out lmao)

have a spoiler-tagging system I can reference; I've just finished HoT and I'm absolutely not rushing through GW2's storyline (experience has taught me that the best way to enjoy an MMO is slowly) If you don't have a spoiler tagging system but still wanna chat, that's also great! hmu I wanna interact and meet the fandom! I just don't wanna hit a spoiler for content that, to most other people, is ancient lmao

I'm especially interested in seeing fanworks, whether you're a creator of them or a chronic reblogger. I miss the good old days of tumblr when my dash was 90% peoples' fanart and OCs and everyone hyping each other up 🥺

A bit about me (and my characters)

I'm not a single-fandom blog. My blog runs mostly on a queue, and in that queue goes basically everything I enjoy with anything cool that crosses my dash in between.

I'm a Millennial TM. I make Millennial TM jokes (puns) like my life depends on it. I'm sorry. I can't change.

I post art over on @ilmhist sometimes. Doodles and portraits and such. (That's also the blog I like/follow from.)

I have... a lot of OCs. A lot. My OC page is packed and in a constant state of "oh god I still need to write so-and-so's bio..."

idk how to play GW2 I'm just here for the blorbosis, I'm certifiably Bad At It and I die constantly. This has become a character trait for my comm, it's a running joke at this point that he never walks away from a fight under his own strength, he's always getting carried or dragged out when it's all said and done.

I'm... kind of obsessed with sylvari. I support everyone who has brainrot for the other races and I'd love to hear thoughts on them, I just have none, it's all plant people all time in my one singular braincell.

(pictured above, left to right: Duilliche (main comm), Callainn, Lusanaisig, Dreaghann)

These lil guys are my current pride and joy. Lus and Drea are twins, but all four of them awoke during different times of the same day, and (mostly) had connected Dreams. Cal is the odd one out in this, she never got a Wyld Hunt and her calling in life is much more mundane than the others, but she sort of gets swept along with them anyway. Her running gag is that, for one reason or another, she never seems to make it to the Big Climactic Fight at the end of any given journey. Dill is very much in the wrong genre and should have been a Disney prince. He even sings. He also has a godawful sense of direction and if left in charge of Leading The Group, he will blithely lead the group in circles for hours. As is evident, they're season-coded. Autumn, winter, spring, summer. I thought it was a fun idea for a group of sylvari sharing a plotline :>

This post is getting really long. Okay, so, intro done, like/reblog/comment/something if you post GW2 and I can avoid spoilers if I follow you, if I can't avoid spoilers if i follow you feel free to drop me a message or something if you want?

[sar3nka]

Playful rats are a blessing and a curse. So fun but whyy do you have so much energy! Calm down...

[blue-eli]

Ink October day twenty-five: Contexture

The act of weaving or assembling parts into a whole.

An arrangement of interconnected parts; a structure.

The arrangement and union of the constituent parts of a thing; a weaving together of parts; structural character of a thing; system; constitution; texture.

[dilfosaur]

well i haven't spilled my guts on tumblr since i was in college but it's the platform that's felt The Most Mine thru the years, so

let's talk!

i've had a huge chip on my shoulder that i wanted off before the year ends. very bad professional experience to follow

so firstly to get ahead of the speculating, i'm not naming names or anything. some of you will puzzle out who i'm talking about, but please don't bother anyone especially not on my behalf. i've worked hard to distance myself from them the past few months. shit happens, especially when you're a dumb bitch (that's me!)

but also this person was someone i considered a close friend and it makes me uneasy to possibly direct backlash at them. "then why post about it" bc i did intermittent work for them for over a year. this is just about that. so hear me out

basically it started off fine. i initially did some commission work for good pay, then was invited to become more involved with their team. unfortunately as i became more involved with their operation it became more disorganized over time. projects started then forgotten, constantly shifting schedules, lapsing communication between roles, confusing financials, and often inconsistent if not late payments. during mid 2023 i was doing colorist work, sometimes on a one day turnaround (all while also preparing drawfee's summer merch launch). the payroll wasn't set up correctly so i wasn't paid for that work for over a year (more on that later), tho to be fair that was largely my own fault at first as i just didnt realize the payments didn't go thru lol

i always consider myself decently capable of separating friendship and coworker-ship; i run a company with 4 wonderful friends, going strong for almost 5 years. that didn't really work out in this case. by early this year our friendship was on the rocks; work issues fed into personal issues and vice versa. so as the rest of this shit plays out, we had just had our first "big fight" which i felt very bad about and added to all the upcoming tension

a huge point of friction was the fact that i really wanted to work with them to make a music video for one of their songs. i've always wanted a chance to make a music video, was confident in a concept i came up with, and even did some concept art for the idea. everyone insisted they loved the concept and that we should do it, but we kept pushing it back for various reasons. it ended up becoming a huge sticking point for my frustrations, which i tried to express productively. TLDR, we eventually got around to discussing it seriously around april.

i planned to ask for $4000 with negotiable add-on for the whole project, which was my Friend Discount price. i was offered a contract for $1000 flat rate, as they insisted that was the only budget they had for it.

don't ask me why i signed it lol. i didn't even counter offer

there was some girlmath to it: i wanted an extra 1k for a student scholarship i provide every spring and well, there it was. but if i had to guess, i saw it as something i just couldn't back down from any more. i caused these folks- my friends- a lot of problems bc i dug my heels in so deep to chase this project, so fuck it we ball

i had about 4 months to solo a 3 minute music video. they wanted it done in august so they could release it before summer ended, bc "it was a summer song". to be fair i was asked if i needed them to pay for anything extra like assistants (which i would have to find and manage) but i was so immediately overwhelmed that i didn't wanna slow down to wait on that process lol. there was very minimal communication other than brief progress check-ins every few weeks. i did everything for that project myself: the original concept, character designs, storyboards, layouts, backgrounds. i even did the editing/compositing for the final cut of the MV. the only favor i did myself was limiting the amount of it that was actually animated to simple loops and motions. hardly my best work but it was work still done

i did it all in between my full time job. i ended up having to take nearly a month away from most of my drawfee duties (with the support of the others) to make the august deadline. i only ever asked for a 3 day extension (notice given about a week in advance, around the same time i was given the final song file lol). i finished the music video at 6am on the final deadline and recorded drawfee the next day on 2 hours of sleep

but it was done, coolies. the team was very happy with the final product. honestly, without getting into it, those were a very emotionally taxing 4 months. on the professional side, i regretted agreeing to the project and especially for the dogshit rate they offered. i felt like a hypocrite- as someone who always wanted to advocate for younger artists demanding their worth in a world that's getting increasingly hostile toward creatives, i failed myself

so when i met with the manager to discuss the release plan, i told them to do whatever worked best for them as i only had one request: i wanted my credit removed from the project

tbh... like... lmao this dramatic bitch right!! but really, i decided that bad practices only breed worse business. friends or not, it was unprofessional of me to accept such a low paying job so i just didn't want my name used in association. everything felt so muddled to me and i was just really tired at this point

the manager was very understanding and then offered that i could be paid more. they said that their team "was surprised" i accepted their low rate and they would be happy to up the amount. this confused me as the initial budget seemed pretty set and at no point between april and august was i offered a better rate. i knew these guys weren't made of money. so, i declined. i didn't want to put anyone out of their means over work that was already done and agreed upon. but more importantly, i was over the whole thing and didn't want to prolong the project with a contract renegotiation. i just insisted my name be removed

they decided to use a pseudonym (which i was fine with) so they could create a story about a character who made the MV (this sounds really convoluted but i don't know how better to put it without getting specific, sorry). that way if people asked about the credit, they could speak comfortably about it without signaling that something went wrong behind the scenes. ok, kind of a silly narrative imo but whatevs. and maybe this is where i finally went truly wrong but. yolo i guess

i gave the name "D. Smithee", D as in dilfosaur and Smithee as in Alan Smithee. look it up for fun film trivia ig! was it passive aggressive of me to reference that in this context? yeah, honestly. but i thought it was kinda funny and really not that deep. if it was a problem, i have other real, non-cheeky pseudonyms i regularly use. the manager accepted it and all i had to do was wait for them to post the video and i could leave the whole experience behind me

a week later i received a message from the manager that my pseudonym had been denied by the rest of the team bc one of them got the reference. fair enough lol. however, they decided that rather than ask for a different name, the were going to make one up for me that they liked and would "fit the [story]", without asking me

and that! is when i finally snapped!

i was so tired of giving them concessions at this point and having a credit made up for me without any input from me felt genuinely violating and unethical. i started to Panic bc of how stressed i was, and asked for my overdue payments (aka the $500 still owed on the MV, and the colorist rate from a year prior that was never paid even tho i reported it in january) to be scheduled ASAP as i was leaving the work discord immediately

i finally told them off for exploiting me throughout the months while i kept trying to just be nice and finish my contact cleanly. in return i was told that it was unfair to say that as i agreed to everything- i accepted their cheap rate and denied further payment so that was all settled, and it was ok to change my credit without my consent bc i "said they could do whatever with the release". i called bullshit, ended the convo as kindly as i could, and cried lol. they agreed to ditch the pseudonym and just give no credit. that night was the last i heard from anyone on that team

and the real kicker?

august came and went. then september, october... and they never released the music video

and i don't know why, because i was never contacted about it. i've been removed from the picture entirely i guess. 4 months and boatloads of stress. just. up in smoke. i don't know what i expected honestly

it's hard to not take everything that happened personally and as done in bad faith. i really do, honestly. i've had plenty of shitty deals in my almost 10 year art career, but it hits different from people you saw as friends. but to the point of "why not keep it private", i have never felt so disrespected as a professional as i did this past year. i can toy with money and credits and other formalities all i want, but my work- my ideas, my labor, my effort- is still so important to me. i felt like the biggest idiot for doing so much work, pouring so much of myself into a piece for someone's use, for what has amounted to nothing

but more importantly i hated myself for undervaluing my work, even if initially i thought this person was a trusted friend. money is not really an issue for me- drawfee is my main job and i am fine and comfortable. it's so important to pay artists appropriately but i often undersell my own work bc i value the collaboration and passion between creatives more than the reward. i think a lot of artists tend to feel the same, and it often makes us easy to take advantage of. it's so difficult to find the balance between passion and making a fair living, and i think there's some shame within ourselves when artists choose to prioritize that passion

i wanted to finally get all this off my chest bc i was ashamed of every choice i made. things like this happen all the time i'm sure and hiding these mistakes only make it easier for it to happen to other people

tldr always value your work and protect your passion from people who just see it as a product. and don't give cheeky pseudonyms i guess lol

(and again pls don't bother anyone involved about this. a lot of chaos has left my life as i moved past all this, and this is me closing a door without opening new ones hopefully lol)

this shit was truly

so ass.

but i'm moving past it now

but on a nicer note. outside of all of this nonsense, i made lots of good memories this year. i'm truly so grateful to the many wonderful people in my life who keep me going even when i fuck up big time!

and thank you to all of you strangers who, despite everything, give me the time of day. especially if you read this whole thing. you're a real one :')

happy new year!

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[bunnis-monsters]

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Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 9th

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summary: you’ve barely been surviving with your childhood friend during the zombie apocalypse, so when he gets bitten you’re ready to die along with him. But instead of eating you, he fights the urge to spread his virus… and instead pins you down and spreads his seed.

warning: dubcon, breeding, very rough sex, pregnancy hinted at the end

Human beings are social creatures. Living alone for too long can drive one insane, so you would imagine losing the last person you loved during a zombie apocalypse can really break your spirit.

It had been a normal scavenging trip. Lately the zombies had become slower and rotted faster due to the summer heat, so it made moving through town without harm a lot easier.

It was unfortunate though, the zombies trapped indoors were in much better condition than those exposed to the elements. This wasn’t something you had planned for, and it cost your friend his life.

The two of you had been searching through a grocery store, one that had been surrounded by zombies before. Now, only a few skeletal bodies remained outside the doors.

You knew you probably wouldn’t find much, but you both hoped for at least a few canned goods and powder milk…

While searching the store, you were suddenly shoved, a sickening crunch heard behind you.

“Go, run!”

You watched as your friend held off a zombie, his arm being bitten…

“No…”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your mind filled with images of life without him. You wouldn’t make it, you’d surely lose your mind with loneliness and go insane!

He was able to fight the zombie off and bash its head in, panting from the stress. All that movement caused his blood to pump faster and the virus to spread before he could yell for you to run again.

His mind felt fuzzy, his heart slowing before stopping completely. His limbs kept moving without his control, and he was approaching you, shambling.

‘Why isn’t she moving?’

He was stuck inside of his body, unable to do anything as he pinned you down. Tears were running down your chubby cheeks, and he could barely make out what you were saying…

“I won’t leave you! I don’t want… to be all alone!”

Drool fell from his dry lips, his pupils dilated as he stared down at you. Was there nothing he could do?

Memories played through his head, everything moving slowly as if he was pushing through something gelatinous.

He could picture you in your school uniform, the two of you skipping class to hang out at the arcade. He watched as you sobbed into his chest after discovering your parents were dead, and how you weakly pushed him back when he tried to kiss you a week ago.

Although he was now undead, his entire being ached for you. Since you were kids, you had always been someone he cared for, adored to no end. You held his hand, smiled at him, made his days so much brighter.

Of course he would push you out of the way when a zombie threatened to take your life… to take you away from him.

He loved you… and that was just enough for him to hold himself back from sinking his jaws into your soft flesh.

A low growl escaped his lips as he buried his face into your throat. He needed to do something, the urge to spread the virus and infect you was pulsing through his veins…

It’s when you whimpered that he regained some control. His body no longer had control of itself, so the erection he’d been barely holding back every time he smelled your sweet scent was pressing into your crotch.

“Please… don’t go… I don’t wanna… lose you…”

You were crying, his sweet girl that tried your best to keep a smile on your face even at the toughest of times was crying.

And it made him almost… feral.

He snapped his jaws around the strap of your backpack, needing to bite down on something as he rubbed his bulge against you. He was humping you like a horny mutt, the veins in his face visible through his now pale skin.

“M…m…ine…” he growled, struggling to get the word out.

Hearing your soft whines and embarrassed moans made his chest rumble with some strange, satisfied purr, and his fingers were down your pants and in your panties, fumbling around with your pussy lips before sinking into cunt.

It wasn’t great, he could barely control the speed and way his fingers moved, but you were wet enough that he felt he fuck you without hurting the most precious person in his life.

Or well, death.

He ripped your pants off, not having the mobility to elegantly pull them down. Part of him felt bad, he knew you didn’t have many pairs now that the world ended, but this was a matter of life or death.

His cock was now large and swollen, a purplish tint to it. His engorged tip pressed against your tight hole, and he was unable to hold himself back from fucking into you.

For years he had fantasized about taking your virginity. In his head, he had imagined it would be somewhere romantic and he’d kiss your head, being as gentle as he could be.

But in reality he was rough, groaning as his hips jerked forward into yours. The pace was uneven, leaving you whimpering out and begging for him to be more gentle.

He wanted to be, god he wished this could feel as good to you as it did for him, but the virus was telling him to breed, to fill you up until you were close to bursting with his cum.

It lasted so long, too long. By the end you were a mess of tears and snot, your face flushed with embarrassment after orgasming so much.

But part of you was happy. Your friend seemed a bit more lucid after pumping you full of his hot and sticky load. His fingers awkwardly traced over your bulging, chubby belly, his head resting on your chest.

You didn’t go home alone that night… instead you still had your friend, and another member of the family along the way in your belly.

You’d do anything to keep him with you, after all… he did care for you, didn’t he? The two of you had been friends since you could remember… and if having to sit through a few hours of rough sex meant you could keep him by your side, then you’d do it.

Humans are social creatures after all.

If you want more, send me a Kofi! I really like this concept and would love to expand on it with my thoughts on how the relationship would progress :3

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[unluckiestmember]

how abt headcanons for the arcane women on a beach date? :0 feel free to add/remove anyone ^^

Coming right up!

Arcane X Beach Date with Reader!

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Ran and Vander

Warning: Some slight suggestive themes and mild cursing. But pretty much SFW.

A/N: Aww, summer is practically over! I hope you guys had fun this summer and stayed safe! Whatever is next in the future, I hope we all have a great time and look forward to the rest of 2024! We only got three more months until Season Two guys, I know we can do it even if it feels so far. So let's hang in there!

Powder/Jinx

“Hey, hurry up and look over here, toots! I’m about to pull off the biggest cannonball!... Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine- Now watch me!”

At the beach, Jinx is absolutely going to do everything under the sun, whether it be legal or illegal! She might not be the best swimmer, but she loves getting in the water, especially jumping in and getting her adrenaline going. And you better expect her to get you involved in a water fight! Just don’t expect her to play fair, girlie has a bunch of mechanisms she can make into weapons for your game and she’s not afraid to use them!

Sand castles are requested and being buried in sand is a must. A date at the beach with the Loose Cannon feels more like a hangout than a lovely day together in the sand, but don’t get it wrong. Jinx loves spending time with you at the beach and will sneak some kisses to your cheek or slam her lips on yours. She’s pretty sure your beach date is probably one of the best days of her life and it’s all thanks to you.

Violet “Vi”

“This is the perfect weather for a nice swim, babe. Hey- Race you to the other side. Last one there is buying ice cream!”

When you invited Violet to a date on the beach, she was more than ready, she was beyond excited! She is a perfect balance between playful and romantic, always flirting with you in regards to your swimsuit and even sneaking some seductive touches along your body. And right when she’s done or is about to kiss you, she’s quick to trick you by running away gleefully waiting for you to catch her or messing with you.

She’s not exactly the best of swimmers, but is willing to learn and get her feet wet just for you. If you both aren’t having fun talking to each other and exploring the beach side by side, then guests of the beach better expect to see a happy couple making out in the sand or getting affectionate. Peering eyes or none, a beach date with Violet is all you could ever ask for and more.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Ahh, isn’t this absolute bliss, my love-... Did. Did you just splash me? Oh, you’re gonna pay royally for that.”

Caitlyn has been to the beach quite a lot in the summer with her family and always loved spending time on the coast. So when you asked her on a getaway there, she was immediately on board. During your date, she makes sure you are all okay, rubbing sunscreen on you and checking if all your equipment is accounted for. Caitlyn is more on the quieter side, having a picnic in the sand with you or laying in the shade and just catching the breeze.

But do not let this fool you; She can be playful and accept your requests to swim, especially since she’s a pro at it, or just play in general! She’ll always be open to exploring underwater with you or even making some sand castles together! When it’s time to go, Caitlyn almost doesn’t want to leave, but at least she has a sweet memory and new tradition to share with you.

Ekko

“You’re right, we all needed this vacation. Everyone’s happy and you’re happy, so I’m fine. Wanna take a swim with the others?”

Ekko has never been to the beach before. He’s only heard stories from Pilties that passed by the undercity and seen pictures of it, but has never set foot on one, and neither has the Firelights. Whenever he needed a swim or a getaway, he would just find a local lake or river to satisfy him and everyone else’s needs. So you can imagine his surprise when you set up a little vacation for him and his allies on the coast!

The leader of the firelights is beyond happy the entire time you’re by his side and showing off the beach to the firelights, engaging in small games of volleyball or tag with the young ones. Of course it’s still a date for you two, so he’s sure to give you all the love and care you could ask for when the kids or Scar aren’t taking up you two’s time. But even then, it is all in all a fun experience to share, whether alone or with the freedom fighters.

Viktor

“Aye! How is the water so cold? Maybe you should swim on without me… Don’t worry, I’ll keep watch-. H-Hey! Fine, I’ll join you, let’s just take it slow.”

It had been years since Viktor had stepped on a beach before you asked him on a date there. The once feeling of sand in his feet made him raise an eyebrow and the wind touching his skin had him a bit nervous with his body out. From the looks of it, you were sure at first that this would be a hard time to enjoy together…

But after a while and a bit of convincing to let loose with some encouragement, the scientist finally let loose a little and enjoyed all of the beach with you. He may not be able to swim, but walking in the water, holding your hand and feeling the small waves crash into his ankles? Now that was a piece of absolute heaven. And exploring uncharted territories with you to find the most beautiful of caves was beyond delightful. He would have to remind himself to come to the beach with you more often.

Jayce Talis

“What’s up? Are you admiring my muscles?... If you’re looking at them dry, I can’t wait to see how you’ll look at them wet. Now come on in!”

All it took was one date to find out that Jayce practically belonged on the beach with you! There he acted like such an excited child in his trunks running immediately into the water with your hand in his to feel the waves wash over you two. Don’t expect to do much outside of swimming unless you need something from your personal belongings, and even then Jayce will go grab it for you and head straight back in!

He isn’t much of a goofball swimming with you outside of small moments of teasing, but he does get quite handsy and flirtatious, holding your waist and pulling you close to kiss you. Everyone can practically put together that you are his with how affectionate he is around you. And he doesn’t care either because he doesn’t mind putting you on the pedestal where you belong. It’s a chill date, but a nice date regardless.

Mel Medarda

“Mmm, we needed this, sweetheart. A day away from the nagging, pointless fighting and having to meet expectations? It’s absolutely worth it.”

A beach date with Mel has got to be one of the calmest dates you’ll ever have in your life. Mel isn’t much of a swimmer, preferring to just walk down the coast with you. But even then, she spends most of her time sunbathing and simply taking in the ambiance around the both of you in relaxation. For some it may be boring, but for her just being near you and practically doing nothing is heavenly.

Of course she won’t be a prude though. Sometimes she’ll take a minute and collect seashells to take home with her as souvenirs. And if you do want to swim around or really utilize the beach, she will let you and simply watch you having fun lovingly from the sidelines. That is unless you want her to join you, then just ask and she’ll be right by your side enjoying every second with you.

Sevika

“Ran is challenging me to volleyball and I was wondering if you’d want to be my partner?... Thanks babydoll- Hey, Ran! Get ready to get your ass kicked!”

Sevika doesn’t go to the beach unless it’s with a group of friends. Only then with them and you as company is she gonna have the time of her life! Outside of work and in the sand, the muscular woman is a lot more relaxed and a bit playful with everyone, including yourself. She’ll do whatever you’d like as long as it means you both are enjoying yourself.

Want to play a few games? She’s all for it. Want to just kick back and take in the sun and the waves? She’s cool with that too! Nothing is off limits for the Right Hand of Zaun, and I mean nothing. Because if you feel it’s not exactly a date, then Sevika has no problem taking you somewhere a bit more secluded and showing you a great time~. At the end of the day, you’re sure to look back on your time with your girlfriend at the beach fondly and can’t wait for the next one!

Vander

“We should try and make this a tradition. You, me and the kids, come down to the beach every summer. They’d look forward to it every year. And so will I…”

Everytime you and Vander go to the beach, it is usually with the kids as an annual family outing. Yeah, the both of you have to babysit a bit and deal with the mindless teasing of the sumprats when you both get intimate, but you enjoy yourselves regardless. You love when the Hound of the Undercity plays tag with his adopted children, even dragging you in for the ride and getting a good adrenaline kick from it all.

You two always leave the beach excited for the next time around the following year with tired kids needing to be laid down. He makes sure to let you know how grateful he was to spend time with you and everyone else, nuzzling into you and whispering how much he loves you. Though you miss those days, you never broke that tradition, even when the world fell apart. No matter what, you always come back every summer to the beach to keep the memory alive…

If you got any requests for Arcane or X-Men '97, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[figthoughts]

ok so first of all i just wanna say that i literally live for your fics/drabbles, they make my day and your writing is so so good!

my request is how do u think dean and/or ben would react to finding out their gf wears glasses? can be nsfw or not, wtv u want! (tho with ben it'll probably be nsfw lmao)

thank you sm! that’s v kind! and ooooh, i like this idea!!! i hope you enjoy, soldier boy’s part is a lil nsfw <3

— dean winchester ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

the first time dean saw you pull out your glasses, his jaw dropped and his brows knitted together in confusion, “you wear glasses?”

“yeah,” you responded, sliding them on as you looked at him, sharing the confusion.

“since when?”

“since always, dean. you know i wear glasses.”

“no, i don’t. i’ve never seen you wear them.”

“i’m sure you have… at some point. i mean, i wear contacts during hunts, so i don’t risk losing my glasses and therefore my vision, but surely you’ve seen them before…”

“huh…. no, never seen them,” he shrugs and tries to think back to a time when he’s seen you in your glasses. he takes a sip of his beer, studying you almost as you crack open your lore book to continue researching for the case.

after a few moments, he speaks up again, “they’re nice, you know…”

“what?” your eyes meet his as you raise your brows, waiting on an explanation.

“your glasses. they’re nice. you suit them,” he comments, the compliment rolling off his tongue effortlessly.

you smile at the warm feeling in your chest, “really? i feel kinda dorky having to wear them sometimes.”

“don’t. you look good, like a….” he pauses, trying to find the right words, “a sexy little nerd.”

you chuckle and shake your head, “i don’t know if sexy is the word i’d use, but thanks...”

“it’s what i’d use,” he nods as he speaks, “my sexy little nerd in her sexy little glasses.”

— soldier boy [ ben ] ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

ben’s head snaps towards the door as he hears you step inside, his eyes instantly falling on your glasses and the pout playing on your lips.

he can’t help but grin at your expression, “welcome home, darlin’. aren’t you a pretty picture in your glasses?”

you sigh at his teasing and take a seat next to him on the couch, slumping against him, “no,” you mutter flatly, “they look and feel weird. i can’t believe i have to wear them all the time.”

ben chuckles as you whine. he wraps his arm around you, “they don’t look weird. you look hot. they make you look all smart and distinguished.”

you let out a scoff as you rest your head on his shoulder. you fiddle with your new glasses as you speak, “you don’t have to lie, ben. i know i look funny.”

he grins at the frown on your face, clearly amused by your huffing and pouting. he cards his fingers through your hair, “sweetness, you could never look funny. trust me, you look as delicious as ever.”

you groan in protest, the pout growing on your lips, “no, i don’t.”

ben chuckles, his grin turning into a sinister little smirk, “yes, you do. you look just edible in them, baby.” you shake your head as he continues speaking, “fine… you know what else glasses are good for?”

you sigh, trying to fight off the small smile from spreading on your lips at his cheeky tone, “what?”

“protects your eyes, you know? from things…” he responds smoothly, the innuendo evident in his words.

the smile breaks it’s way onto your face, “like what?”

he runs his tongue along his lips as he continues to smirk, “why don’t i just show you, baby?”

within minutes, he has you on your knees in front of him, his grip in your hair slamming your face down into his lap over and over. he pulls you back and finishes, his seed shooting all over your face and onto your glasses as you look up at him.

“see, darlin’,” he huffs out, “they’re hot and they protect those pretty little eyes i love so very much.”

[emmyrosee]

I have no idea if this’ll get notes but hey. It’s for me anyways lmao

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“Aw, you should’ve seen me babe.”

He moves excitedly around the living room, recounting his plays from the day as accurately as he can. His eyes twinkle with excitement and his arms move sporadically as he paces around the living room, telling you about his crazy passes and scoring opportunities.

“And damn, I made the single most epic play, and I knew if you were there, you would’ve cheered louder than anyone in that crowd.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

You flash him an apologetic look from your cocoon of blankets, clung tight around you for comfort as you guiltily listen to him yap about his day. This makes his face fall. Had you wanted to be there in support of your boyfriend? Of course. There’s no where you would’ve rather been, let alone curled up in your blankets in distress on the couch.

But he knew you’d been… struggling, lately. There was something inside of you, brewing pain and aggression, howling for your attention but growling when you tried to deal with it, like a storm surrounding a sailing ship and leading it to doom. You sought comfort in every outlet you knew (except for the incredibly self destructive ones- he kept a special eye out for those after years of learning about you), and today, it just seemed too much to go out and watch his game.

He understood, more than anyone, more than anything. But you’ve been beating yourself up about it since before he left.

He clicks his tongue and sits down, “you know, everyone was asking for you.” He wraps an arm around you and tugs you into his side, where you curl up against him. “Wondering where you were, what you were up to. I told them you sent your best.”

“Thank you,” you whisper. He turns his head to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“But you know what my favorite part of the day was?”

You flick your eyes up to him in interest. He smiles, “coming home to my baby.” You offer him a snort, however he hears the way your voice hitches and nose starts to sniffle. He shrugs, “it’s true. All day, I couldn’t think about anything but you. Playing for you, checking my phone to see if you texted me, wondering if you’d’ve cussed out the ref for his calls against me-“

“One time,” you chuckle. “One time I go after a ref, and I’m the asshole.”

“That’s because you’re my feisty baby,” he says, and before you can say anything, he jams his arms under you and hauls you up and into his lap, relishing in the squeal you let out. He noses at your neck, “and you don’t let anyone mess with me. It’s so hot.”

“Perv,” you grumble.

“What did you say?” He asks, jamming one of his hands into your blanket coffin and pinching his fingers into your sides and against your stomach, “huh? You wanna run that by me again?”

“No!” You giggle, kicking your legs and trying to fight out of the blankets trap. “S-Stop it!”

“You think im gonna let you talk trash after I pour my heart out to you? Huh? Stinky brat?” His fingers stop tickling to keep your head cradled to his chest, thumb stroking your temple.

“‘M not stinky,” you mumble.

“Yeah, you are,” he says softly. “But I wouldn’t trade your smelliness for anything.”

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

[fictionalmenxyn]

♥︎𝐖𝐭𝐟?! 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫?! 𝐑𝐥𝐥𝐲?!♥︎

Paring: frat!rafe x sorority!reader

Warnings: language, vague mention fighting, protective!possesive!rafe, creep, being followed

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You were walking home from college. Your original plan? Go to the store, buy some food for tonight. Then head back to the sorority. Simple take to end the afternoon? Yeah, you thought so.

Walking in the sun, headphones around your neck. You walked down the street, after going to the store you held your grocery bag. Your school bag perched on your one shoulder, as you walked.

You could hear someone walking behind you for the past ten minutes. Since the grocery store. You just thought it was another student, usually it was. You glanced over your shoulder. A normal thing you’d do, to see if you knew them. Usually if you knew them, you’d walk along side them.

But this guy… he was off… wearing a hoodie in the middle of may. The sun beaming, yet his hood remained over his head. He walked almost as if he was hiding. But every so often he’d glance up to you.

You took another corner, going the slightly longer way to the sorority. You and the girls did this to see if someone was following you. Because the route you’re currently on to the sorority. Wasn’t a way many students would take to get back to their places.

The guy was following you, oh shit…

You didn’t wanna make a big fuss, knowing if you ran. He’d run. If you speed walked, he would. So you stayed as casual as possible.

You texted Rafe.

Y/n: hey Rafey! U home rn??

Rafe: ye I’m at the frat rn u comin over later?? Wanna see ur pretty face :)

Y/n: ye im coming over! Love u, see u later!

Rafe: love u too sweet girl see u later ;)

You knew one of Rafe’s rules you both made. Feel unsafe? Go. To. The. Frat. House.

He made sure you knew that rule. Even if he wasn’t at the frat when or if you felt unsafe. He knew the guys would look after you till he’d get back. The guys were like brothers to you.

So when you heard the guys steps quicken, you knew you had to get to the frat.

Once you arrived, you walked up to the porch. Knocking a little too franticly. Rafe opened the door. Just in his basketball shorts and socks. You smiled a little nervously “heyyy Rafe…” Rafe noticed it. He knew you all too well for him to not see through your nerves. He asked “what’s wrong, baby?” You subtly pointed to behind you. You whispered “is he still there?”

He? Who is he? What the fuck did she mean by he? Rafe’s protective mode was in play.

He placed a hand on your hip, “who?” He looked over the top of your head. The height difference coming into play. He saw the guy. Smugly leaning against a street light. Hands in his pockets, despite it being the beginning of summer.

Rafe’s jaw tensed, he looked down to you “he followin’ you or somethin’, sweetheart?” You nodded “couldn’t shake him… it’s making me panic…I think it’s my shorts? You think that’s the re-” Rafe’s rage started to creep in. He cut you off “baby, don’t overthink it, he’s a creep… your outfit shouldn’t make him follow you, okay?” He kisses your forehead. “Just let me deal with it, ok?”

Rafe tilted back a little, tilting his head, turning it to the side. He called out “hey guys?!”

Topper jogged down the stairs. He was originally going to grab a snack. But walked over when he heard Rafe. “What’s up?” Topper asked.

Rafe replied “take Y/n inside, gotta deal with a asshole…”

Topper nodded, he opened his arm out to you. Rafe gently pushed you inside, letting you be tucked under Topper’s arm. Topper guided you into the kitchen. He helped you put your food away. Both of you knowing Rafe won’t let you out of his sight for the rest of the day and the next.

As you went inside, Rafe walked over to the guy. He called out “hey! What’s your problem, man?” The guy replied “what problem?” Rafe scoffed “uhh how about the following my girl problem??” The guy smugly replied “I don’t see no problem.”

Rafe laughed coldly “oh yeah? You think in your creep of a mind, that it’s okay to follow girls around, huh? What sick fuck are you, hm?” The guy scoffed “I ain’t no sick fuck, not my problem she wore that, she had it coming for her… she begged to be followed.” That was the last straw for Rafe. How the fuck says that?? Did the guy have a death wish?? That was all it took for Rafe to swing his first. And definitely not last punch.

You went over to the couch, grabbing your book from your tote bag. You laid on your stomach, on the couch. Opening your book, continuing where you left off last time.

Soon enough, the front door opened. Rafe waltz into the living room. His stern and angered expression softens at the sight. You, in his place (technically his). Lying on the couch, reading your book.

He walked over, climbing on top. His chest to your back. Rafe rested his head next to yours. Your temples squished together. Rafe’s hand comes to play with a few strands of your hair from the front. He whispered “you know, I hate reading…” you interrupted unintentionally “yes I know that…” he chuckled “yeah… what I was saying… I hate reading, but when I watch you? It makes me feel at home, ya know? Just like when we were kids…” you chuckles softly. “You enjoyed when I read it to you, didn’t you?” He nodded. “I did… still do… but don’t tell anyone..” you smiled “pinky swear, I won’t…”

After some time, you had fell asleep. Your forehead in the book, keeping it open. Rafe had returned from his room, after having a zoom meeting with the football team.

He smiled, he walked over. Grabbing the bookmark from the arm of the couch. He gently slipped the book from under your head. Putting the bookmark in, then putting the book into your bag again.

He gently picked you up, with ease. Your head turning into the crook of his neck. He whispered “ssshh… just gonna take you to bed, m’kay?” You subconsciously nodded.

He took you upstairs and down the hallway, to his room. He gently placed you on his bed. Then closing the door, he gently took your shoes and socks off. Along with your cycling shorts, knowing you’d complain about how you don’t wear ‘gym’ clothes to bed. Knowing how cotton sticks to nylon. The then pulled your tshirt off. He went to his closet and grabbed one of his T-shirts.

Heading back into the room and back over to you. He gently and carefully put his tshirt on you. Then he climbed in next to you. Holding you closely, protecting you from the world. He loved you, tried to protect you, always. Lying here not just comforted your sleeping self. But comforted him, knowing you were there… in his arms.

He kissed your temple softly, keeping his lips there as he mumbles “I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe, sweet girl… always.”

♥︎♥︎♥︎

[madamechrissy]

🎁Baptise in Your Thighs Till it Hurts 🎁

🎁Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

🎁Summary- You are broke for Christmas, so you decide to take an offer to strip for some powerful CEO's, what you don't know is these two hand picked you, and now they're fighting over your body for Christmas- PWP there is NO PLOT lol

🎁CW- MDNI- Oral sex (m and f recieving) degradation, dollification lowkey, lots of dirty talk, Sukuna calls reader slut, whore etc- rough sex, threesome, eifel tower, multiple orgasms, p in v sex, multiple creampies, decorating reader w/xmas lights, Satoru whimpering and going feral, Sukuna smacking us around a bit, teensy bit of coke use, they're yandere, competitive sex 🎁WC- 5.1k

Comments and reblogs appreciated if you enjoy this smutfest (I'm shaming my ancestors with this one- (this header too cute for this FILTHY shit fr- this was a gift for hitting 3k followers- ya'll CHOSE thislol<3)

You’re not quite sure how you ended up here, dressed in a slutty christmas mini skirt, with white floof on the bottom, bright red fishnets and a little red top that’s covering almost none of your tits, dancing for a room of CEOs and business men. Handsome, tall, gorgeous fucking CEO’s, when you’re not in fact a stripper, on the night of Christmas Eve.

The offer had been way too good to turn down, you are slam broke after Christmas shopping and bills. There were a few other girls there, some already giving the men lap dances, the two men that are watching you eagerly, however, are Mr. Gojo and Mr. Sukuna, the ones that run this entire sky high building.

Mr. Gojo was towering tall, with shocking white hair and insane blue eyes, smirking as he watched you dance under the red glow of the giant room you all are in, it’s some insanely huge VIP room. Mr. Sukuna sits right by him, an ankle crossed over a knee, smirking at you as well, his shoulders are so broad it’s like that suit has to stretch over him, even his dress shirt is stretched on his strong chest.

He has tattoos decorating his hands, you wonder if they’re everywhere errantly as, they both watch you and murmur to themselves, you get self conscious, you wonder how you even got such an offer for this much money. Surely these men could get whoever they want, and probably experienced girls, you’re just a barista, and you only know them from serving their coffee.

One day one of their assistants came in and offered, so here you are, making more tonight then you would all month. You feel a set of ruby and azure eyes drinking in every inch of your body, as they sit alone on that red sofa, Gojo is sipping some fruity drink, Sukuna, whiskey on the rocks, vastly different, yet they both contain this cocky, rich aura.

“C’mere, sweets.” Gojo murmurs now, crooking two insanely long fingers, as the other women are taking the various men over to different rooms, giggling and running with drinks.

Is this… some sort of sex party!?

You walk over nervously, trying to get used to the insanely high platform heels, when Satoru yanks you on his lap, big hand splaying the smooth expanse of your back, bare in the scanty outfit. “Hello, Mr. Gojo.” You murmur, and he chuckles, hand slipping down to grip your ass as you sit on his thigh.

“You’re so cute. Isn’t she, Ryomen?” Satoru says softly, and Sukuna grins now, slipping a hand up your fishnet clad thighs, you gasp at the sensation.

“More than cute. Fucking sexy.” He snatches you off Satoru’s lap in two seconds, and Satoru huffs.

“Excuse me!? Rude.” Satoru snatches you back up, like you’re some toy, some little doll they’re playing with. “Me and her were talking.”

“I don’t wanna talk.” Sukuna has you back now, straddling him, it’s literally fucking obscene how you’re pressed against him, the only thing under this skirt is a bright red thong.

“Excuse me now? Are you all competing over me?” You ask, Sukuna snorts, gripping your chin roughly, squishing your cheeks.

“Mouthy brat, huh?” You glare, earning his eyebrows arrogantly.

“Ooh, she’s so cute mad, look at that nose scrunching up.” Satoru cooes, coming close and inhaling your hair, exhaling against your neck, tickling you.

“Are you sniffing me?” You demand.

“Oh she smells so good.” Satoru pulls back, grinning at you, and Sukuna turns your face to him roughly.

“Attention on me.” You roll your eyes, and earn his glare.

“I got paid to dance, not to do anything else.” You go to hop up, turning away, for you to get a resounding smack on your ass. You gasp, turning back to the two of them feigning innocence. “Listen, you two can fuck whoever, look at you all.”

They both stand now, Satoru directly in front of you, pressing you back against Sukuna’s hard body, men towering over you, men that smell good, that look good, that feel good. You gulp a bit, trembling now, feeling your nipples perk up, pressing on Satoru’s abdomen, and heat pool in your stomach.

“Sweets, all we want for Christmas is you.” Satoru says softly, leaning down, cupping your face, while Sukuna roughly grips your hips, his hard length already pressing on your back, as his mouth comes to your neck.

“You’re so fucking corny, Satoru, shut the fuck up.”

Satoru glares. “Yeah, fuck you, I’ll keep her to myself.”

“No you won’t. What he means is, we’re having you tonight, brat. We only want you.”

“We have only wanted you. Pretty barista.” Satoru smiles and kisses your lips now, with a lour ‘mwah’ earning Sukuna to turn your face to him, slamming a kiss, brutal and needy.

“You all… um I… mnh!” You cry out when Satoru’s cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and Sukuna’s big rough hands slip around to your tummy, pressing on it, touching you over your panties, moaning.

“Already wet, Satoru. She’s so easy.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m an object. Assholes.” You glare back up at Sukuna, he seems even more pleased, Satoru reaches and touches you now too, making the panties sticky and drippy, as you clench around nothing.

“We’ll pay you double for the night.” Satoru says, and you sigh, shaking your head. “Triple?”

“I won’t fuck for money… I don’t even strip you know. Mnh!” You’re crying out again, head falling back on Sukuna’s strong chest, his starch dress shirt brushing your skin when he bites your neck, hard.

“Then let us keep making you cum all night, pretty.” Satoru’s biting the other side of your neck, your legs wobble so much you think you’ll just fucking collapse.

You feel the music thrumming along with your pounding heart and racing pulse, streaming through your veins, when Satoru’s walking you backwards, and you end up right on Sukuna’s lap. Satoru slides down your panties as Sukuna pulls up your skirt, his other arm wrapping your waist, while Satoru eyes your pussy, moaning while he gathers the slick pooling there.

“Oh my god she’s so fuckin’ pretty.” Satoru cooes, kissing the hood of your clit, you gasp at it, hands pulling on his hair. “Yes baby, pull me.”

Sukuna pulls your thighs apart as they threaten to close, laughing softly in your ear, his hands holding you open as Satoru’s part your lips. “Gotta get you nice and ready for us, brat.”

“Wh-what… I… Gojo!” You scream his name as he swipes his tongue up your slit, all while Sukuna is wrapping a huge tattooed hand around your throat.

“Satoru. While I’m drinking your pussy.” He looks up under snowy lashes at you, tongue dripping with saliva and your arousal. “She’s so yummy.”

Sukuna takes one of your hands, making you touch your puffy clit, then sucking on your finger, groaning out. “Fuck you taste good. Why don’t you cum for us, let’s feel you.”

You weakly whine out as Satoru is licking you again, this time fucking you with his tongue, Sukuna sloppy kisses you, biting your lips until they’re swollen, choking your throat tighter until you can’t breathe. Everything goes fuzzy as his ruby eyes glint, watching you hungrily as he squeezes away your oxygen, and Satoru’s tongue is in your velvety walls.

His nose bumps your clit as the wet muscle fucks you, until you’re screaming out, a hand pulling at his hair and earning his groan, when he flicks his tongue up to swirl your clit, making you cum so hard you nearly pass out. It washes over you in waves, all while Sukuna is controlling your breath, you scream out weakly, gushing wetness all over Satoru’s pretty face.

“Could crush your throat, y’know?” Sukuna whispers in your ear, letting you go as Satoru leans up, glistening from you and kissing you. You eagerly kiss him back, leaning up and crying out as Sukuna plunges two fingers in your slick hole, groaning at how your walls flutter. “Slutty little cunt.”

“Fuck.” Is all you manage, gazing at Satoru’s eyes, and Sukuna scoffs.

“I wanna keep you, I’ll eat you all the time.”

“That’s enough, up brat.” Sukuna taps your hip, Satoru helps you up, unsnapping your little bra, exhaling as your tits are revealed. Sukuna’s in front of you now, however, and Satoru sits, pulling you on him, pecking kisses up your neck as Sukuna’s pink hair is in your fingers, you pull at it and earn his moan. “Go ahead, put me where you want, little slut.”

“Little… you… ah!” He plunges his face against your cunt, devouring you at a pace you can’t stand, Satoru laughs now, turning your face to look into his pretty eyes.

“He’s so rude, I know Sweets. Oh…” You’re grinding on Sukuna’s face, head thrown back as you scream out, Sukuna bites your clit hard, the pain pricking you as Satoru is squeezing your tits. “You trying to outdo me!?”

Sukuna comes up for air, a psychotic look now on his face, he undoes his tie just a bit, before spitting on your clit, you’re gasping now. “I’ll always outdo you.”

“Will not!” Satoru says, but Sukuna plunges two fingers in your cunt, pressing up and down, working them in and out so quickly you’re a drooling mess. “Aww, look at her, so fucked out already.”

“Drooling, stupid pretty face.” You can’t manage a glare when Sukuna is fingering you like this, thick, long, calloused hands, and Satoru is pinching your nipples, kissing you and drinking in your cries, as Sukuna dives back down, one hand running over his cock, straining against his slacks, sucking your clit in his mouth as he’s pumping.

You feel the pressure building and building until your orgasm hits, you’re gushing ridiculously all over Sukuna’s face, wetness pouring on him as he laps it all up, sounds of the squelching wetness and him drinking you loud, even over the music that’s still playing. He sucks and bites each puffy lip, leaning back and smacking your pussy, as Satoru smacks your titties.

“Wh-what the… f-fuck…” You barely are able to think or function, much to their delight it seems.

“She came more for me. Amateur.” Sukuna says, and Satoru snorts, kissing a sticky hot trail up to your ear.

“She likes me better, I’m sweeter.”

“Tch, her cunt likes me better. Time to go take this somewhere else, though, what do you think, brat?”

“I’m no brat, you’re a dick.” You say with a scowl, he just smirks.

“Fuck you’re cute angry.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Satoru has the suit jacket off himself and thrown over your shoulders, bringing you against him.

“See, she likes me more.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, hoisting you up over his shoulders like you’re nothing.

“Excuse me!? Set me down now!” Satoru smacks your ass, you glare at him now. “Really, you too?”

“It’s so bouncy, I’m sorry baby.” He leads you all out into the cold night, where you’re now shivering, until you’re plopped unceremoniously into a limo by Sukuna, laying you on the seat and eyeing your body hungrily, just in a skirt, ripped fishnets and Satoru’s open jacket.

“Fuck you’re pretty.” He murmurs, surprising you for a moment, you feel him hard and heavy over you, making your mind whirl. “My place.”

“No, mine!”

“Mine is closer.” He narrows his eyes up at Satoru, as his big hands slide down to your tits, and he’s bending over, sucking one into his hot mouth, you moan, body arching up against your will.

“You’re hogging her now! Oh fine but get up.” Sukuna sighs, releasing your nipple with a pop, but he just leans over you.

“Open that mouth, little slut.” You shake your head, and Satoru is laughing as Sukuna is opening your mouth for you.

“Told ya, she likes me more, I could ask her.” Sukuna spits in your mouth, you gasp, choking on it, he kisses you messy and sloppy, before getting up, grabbing the liquor bottle and downing a shot.

“Open, pretty.” Satoru says sweetly, but you feel he’s just as devious, though you can’t turn down his pretty eyes for shit. You do as he asks, to Sukuna’s anger, and Satoru spits in your mouth now too, humming as he closes your jaw. “Swallow. Open.” You do as he says. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

“Oh fuck you, Satoru.” Sukuna pops open a ring, you look in confusion as he takes a little line of white powder and snorts it, shaking his head.

“I want some!” Satoru leans up and snorts a line, taking some of the powder now and rubbing it all over your gums, making them numb. You gasp at the sensation, only for Sukuna to take some, spreading your thighs, shoving two fingers in your cunt, making it go numb.

“Oh my… what the…”

“Coke lips times two.” Satoru says with a maniacal laugh, opening his slacks then, gently brushing your hair back. “Why don’t you use them, baby?”

You’re on your knees in the seat, turned as Satoru pulls your hair up, and reveals his long, thick cock, pink tip drooling precum already. You feel your pussy clench around nothing, lips so fucking numb you can’t stand it. You lap some of the precum up, earning his whimper, Sukuna’s back behind you, taking another shot and rubbing your clit in rough circles.

“She’s soaking wet, must love being used.” Sukuna says, you hate it, that he’s right, but you focus on Satoru’s cock now, sucking it in your numb lips, he bucks his hips up as you do, starting to suck him inch by inch, drooling saliva down his length as his precum coats your tongue.

“F-fuck… baby…” Satoru’s shoving your mouth down on him, sliding his length down your throat, you choke on it as that tip hits your uvula, pussy starting to feel so good with the mix of the cocaine, your wetness, and Sukuna’s fingers. “Oh your throat… so tight- ah!”

You hear an unbuckle behind you, pulling up with a pop now, spit dripping in lines, Satoru exhales, kissing you again, before Sukuna has you turned, and you’re faced with his insanely thick cock. It’s as big as Satoru’s if not longer, but it was so much more girthy, you actually gulp, intimidated at how the fuck it’s going to fit, much to his pleased laughter.

You weren’t even sure Gojo would fit, but… that?

“Oh no. I need a shot for this.” You say, Satoru’s snickering and Sukuna strokes his length, grabbing your chin.

“Can’t take it, brat? Too big?”

“Jesus.” He hands you a shot now, you down it quickly, before kneeling back down, starting to lick at the thick reddened tip of him, oozing so much precum it’s ridiculous.

“You can take it, slutty brat.” He huffs, Satoru is running his tip along your soppy folds, exhaling as he watches your mouth slip down Sukuna’s length, you slowly take him bit by bit, feeling him tense and moan, his head falling back.

“Her pussy… oh my god.” Satoru whines out as his tip is running between your lips, teasing your clit and making you jerk, which Sukuna uses as an opportunity to shove your mouth down his cock further, you pull up sputtering.

“Don’t do that, ugh! Dick.”

“Excuse me?” He pulls your face up and smacks it lightly then, Satoru pulls you back against him.

“Don’t smack her pretty face.” Satoru kisses your cheek where it’s stinging, you glare at Sukuna, smacking him right back, making his cock twitch and Satoru snort in laughter as he pulls you back to suck him, fucking up into your mouth.

“She liked it.” Sukuna smacks your ass hard now, and you do like it, you’re moaning all over Satoru’s cock, slobbering on it. “Now get back here.”

“Ask nicely.” You say, and he shakes his head, brows raised as he leans over you.

“Fuck no. Come get this cock down your throat, if you can take it all I’ll make sure to pay you triple.”

“Nope, not wrecking my throat. I like to be able to swallow.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, yanking you back, you’re sucking him down helplessly. “You like it, don’t you, being used?”

You’re whining when Satoru’s stupidly long fingers sink into you. “She’s so ready to get filled.”

The car stops, and you’re wrapped back up in a jacket, this time Satoru has you picked up in his arms, bridal style versus Sukuna’s caveman tactics, as they lead you in an elevator up to Sukuna’s penthouse. You barely register how gorgeous his place is, how sleek and nice, when Sukuna’s yanking Christmas lights down, and Satoru’s sliding a Christmas hat on each of you.

“In the spirit you know.” You blink rapidly, Satoru has slipped off your skirt, eyeing your red fishnets. “Should we keep these on?”

“Yes but take off her heels, I feel she’ll try to kick me.” You giggle, earning both of their sardonic looks, and you then quiet. Satoru bends down, taking off your heels, as you stare at the lights Sukuna is holding in his hands.

“Sukuna… what the hell are those for?” Sukuna begins to wrap them under your tits, and soon Satoru and Sukuna are decorating you like some fucking tree, Satoru is wrapping one of your legs and literally giggling, and Sukuna one of your arms, the lights are glittering and glowing against your skin. “What the fuck, how coked out are you two?”

“Very.” They answer together, Satoru’s eyeing your tits hungrily, the rope of lights sits under and above them, pronouncing them beautifully, the santa hat tipping over his white hair just so when he smacks kisses on them.

“Me first.” Satoru says suddenly, and he’s carrying you over to the bed now, some insanely huge and fancy four post bed, with a beautiful floor to ceiling window outlooking the city.

“She’ll have to loosen up for me anyway.”

“Oh whatever.” You’re on your hands and knees now, the lights pressing into your flesh, Satoru’s burying his face against your pussy again, as Sukuna’s undressing, revealing a muscular, ripped body covered in black tattoos. He’s so sexy your mouth goes dry, much to the asshole’s pleasure.

“Cat got your tongue, brat?” He raises a brow, so cocky.

“Nope.” But you eagerly grab at his released cock, stroking him up and down, tongue flicking over the veins. Sukuna moans, head falling back, while you suck as much of him as you can.

“That’s it, she’s finally being a good girl.” Sukuna muses, Satoru’s got your clit in his mouth, making you so close you’re about to cum again, before he’s now lining his cock up with your little hole.

“Ready, sweets?” He asks, you turn back and look at him with lidded eyes, his lean, chiseled body, like made of marble.

“Y-yes.”

He smacks his tip on your cunt over and over. “And what do we say?”

“Please, Satoru- ah!” Satoru sinks his cock inside you in one long stroke, so long he bottoms out and hits your cervix, you scream out, opening your mouth for Sukuna’s thick ass dick to slam back in your mouth.

“F-fuck she feels s’good… she’s so tight.” Satoru whines, fucking into you, hands grabbing your bare hips, further pressing the little led bulbs and wires into your skin, you’re cumming all over him so quick it’s stupid. “So easy, huh? Just getting started baby.”

Satoru’s sweet boy act is essentially ended, he goes feral as he fucks into you, his heavy balls smacking your clit, you hear the noise of his skin smacking yours, and you gulping Sukuna’s cock as much as you can. “Look at me, now.”

You obey him, this random stranger, his voice commanding as he cups your face, fucking your throat as Satoru fucks your pussy. You’re so filled as they pull and push you between them both, choking you and stuffing you so full. Sukuna’s eyes are dilated to the point they look black, and Satoru’s now rolling his hips just so, forcing your eyes to roll back in your skull at how good it feels.

“Fuck she’s tryna milk me.” He whines out, leaning over you, you feel drips of his sweat on your bare skin when he’s bending over you completely, and your walls are gripping him like a vise. “Baby you’re sucking him s’good, look at you.”

“Perfect, pretty little whore.” Sukuna agrees, Satoru’s pulling your hair now, yanking you off Sukuna, pulling you onto your knees and fucking up into you, you scream out, while Sukuna comes and smacks your face again, each cheek, sharply hurting. “Admit you like it.”

“Oh f-fuck off… I like Satoru better.” Sukuna’s eyebrows go low, canines showing as he grins, finger pressing against your clit, forcing you to cum again all over Satoru’s cock.

“Knew she liked m-me more. Saw her first.” Satoru kisses you now, licking up Sukuna’s precum right off your lips, as you register his words, weakly shaking, your body trying to register all the pleasure it’s given.

“Saw me first?” You mumble, but now Sukuna has pulled you off Satoru, bending you over the bed, your feet are just dangling his bed is so fucking tall, and now Satoru’s cock is back in your face, he’s brushing your hair back sweetly. “No… what do you mean saw me first.”

“I saw you first, Satoru’s just the one that had the idea before me.” Sukuna’s thwacking his heavy cock on your ass, groaning as he pulls your thighs apart, fingers trailing down the ropes of lights coming off your left thigh, wrapping it back on. “Look at your slutty cunt, so cock thirsty, beat up already”

“Your pussy is pretty.” Satoru says with a smile, gasping as your tongue runs back up his pretty cock. “Mmm, taste how sweet you are?”

“Bring her roses too, simp. Oh my… fuck never mind- ah- don’t… blame you… fuck…”

“Ah!” Your back arches as you let out a muffled cry.

Sukuna’s groaning as he sinks inside your eager cunt, luckily Satoru stretched you some, because taking him is too much, you’re bucking your hips damn near fleeing, he grunts and drags them back. “Oh don’t run, brat.”

“You can take him, baby.” Satoru’s shoving his cock back up inside your mouth now, and tears prick your eyes as he gags you, and Sukuna’s sliding his cock even deeper, burning and stretching your skin.

“Your cunt is perfect. Fuck you’re not leaving.”

“Excuse-ah!” You go to say something, but Sukuna’s sinking even deeper, meanly bullying his way through your walls until he stuffs you so full, you’re screaming around Satoru’s length, Sukuna’s pressing your head down further, and Satoru is moaning and whimpering, cock twitching in your mouth.

“Oh, make her do it again, fuck… and I want her at my place.” You’re deep throating Satoru as Sukuna moves, and he fucks you hard, brutal, but it’s so goddamn good you can’t stand it. You’re whining as you look up at pretty blue eyes, feeling Satoru’s long fingers curl around your throat.

“Not a chance. Cunt is made for me.” Sukuna huffs, slamming you harder, pulling your hair and pulling you off Satoru, in some insane game they’re playing with you. Satoru taps your open mouth with his cock over and over, you whine out as his tip is rubbing your spot, making you see stars. “Oh she’s close again, ha!” He slams his cock so deep you feel like you’re split apart.

“You’re too rough with her. Tell him you like me more.” Sukuna fucks into you now, hammering his cock so fast you scream, unable to do anything but drool, dazed and stupid. “Sukuna let her talk.”

“Need to cum inside her, fuck, brat has the best pussy.”

“N-not a brat.” You manage to whisper, they both laugh at your attempt.

“She’s so cute, ugh.” Satoru pinches your cheeks now, before you know it Satoru is on his back and you’re riding him, or trying to, he’s so monstrous you’re basically shaking and trying to fuck half his cock, as Sukuna’s behind you, slipping two fingers up your little ass hole, you start gushing and throbbing around Satoru’s cock.

“Get the lights off me.” You mumble weakly, and they both ignore you, your hands are braced on Satoru’s chest, he looks at you with lust filled blue eyes, biting his full lower lip and pressing his fingers into your pelvis, when Sukuna picks you up, shoving his cock in your pussy instead, slamming into you, before putting you back on Satoru’s cock again.

Sukuna’s hand wraps back around your throat as you ride Satoru’s cock weakly, Satoru’s hitting that spot so deep, you’re hoarsely crying out now, shaking as you cling to both of them. “Can you take us both at once?”

“No way.”

“In the ass-”

“No way!” Satoru pouts up at you.

“Baby I wanna fuck your ass so bad though.”

“Uh-uh. And certainly not you.” You scowl back at Sukuna, who tightens his hand with a laugh.

“I’m cumming inside you first then.” Sukuna lifts you, they both are throwing you around like some little fucking rag doll, Satoru’s stroking his cock as Sukuna has you on your back, pressing your thighs up high, the ropes of the lights burning, you cry out, and he looks down at your tummy, grinning. “God look at you, fucked out little slut.”

You’re gasping when Sukuna leans low, his heavy weight on you as he slides your thighs so high, one over his shoulder, arch of your foot against his chest, making him so much deeper. You see the huge bulge move inside your tummy, making you heat up, cheeks furiously hot as you’re soaking his length.

“Can you take two loads baby?” Satoru asks, laying next to you now, jerking his cock, you weakly nod, earning his kiss, before Sukuna’s got your mouth again.

“Gonna fill you so full, gonna drip us for days, then fill you again. Slutty brat, want it huh?” You nod again, because you’re fucked too stupid to argue, and when Sukuna shoves so deep you’re cumming again, milking his cock for all his sticky white ropes of cum, drooling out of your hole now, down his cock. “Fuck… fuck… you…”

He kisses you, oddly sweet for pounding you full as you’re roped in Christmas lights, his santa hat falling to the side finally, pushing more and more cum inside you, exhaling and finally getting just a tiny bit less hard. You’re spasming, orgasm washing through your wrecked body and mind. Sukuna kisses down your neck, brushing your hair back and looking at you.

“Gonna knock you the fuck up, hah.” You gasp, eyes widening, making him grin like a psycho again.

“No, she’ll have my babies thank you.” Satoru’s on you next, shoving his cock inside you, you’re already dripping Sukuna’s cum as he does, it’s so filthy and nasty, the wet sounds Satoru’s cock makes, as he’s on top of you, and watching his own bulge in your tummy, now grinning like a psycho himself. “Oh fuck, feel me?”

“Everywhere.” You murmur weakly, because you do, and your words make him moan out, slamming your thighs up in a mating press, you’re folded in half as he fucks out Sukuna’s cum and yours.

“Gonna get his all out before I fill you with mine. I’ll cum even more. Fill you s’good pretty girl.” Satoru’s eyes are so bright blue it’s impossible to look at, but your own eyes are slamming shut as the nth orgasm hits, you’re covered in goosebumps as Sukuna watches you all, his cock still heavy and semi hard, in fact it’s getting hard again already.

You’re clinging to the sheets under you weakly, Satoru’s pumping his hips, you’re so wet your cunt greedily sucks him up, Satoru’s long fingers press deeply against your calves as he rails you, slowing finally, hips stuttering, you start feeling him thicken so deep. He’s grabbing your face with both hands now, whining into your mouth as he fills you full of cum.

Your second load pumped is even more cum than Sukuna, he’s stuttering his hips as he lets out breathy cries, you’re shaking as he shoves his cum so deep, against your cervix, pumping it more and more. You feel like you’re going to pass out when he’s finally done, you feel too full, feel it in your stomach, and soon Sukuna is on one side, Satoru on the other, untangling you.

They pull off the lights and are brushing their fingertips up and down your skin, covered in lines and forming bruises. Satoru’s gently kissing them, and Sukuna is humming with pleasure as he presses against the divots in your soft skin. You’re struggling to get a coherent thought to work in your fucked out brain when Sukuna stands now.

“Shower, brat?” He asks, and you exhale, nodding.

“Yeah but I can’t stand up.” You earn two big ass grins, Sukuna picks you up and carries you, Satoru’s firm ass is jiggling just a bit as he runs over to the bathroom, starting the hot spray.

“Weak and pathetic.” Sukuna says, with a tsk, you glare up at him again, as he takes off the santa hat that somehow stayed on your head, you have absolutely no clue how so. “But so fucking pretty like this.”

“So pretty.” Satoru turns you to him, kissing you deeply, you limply fall against him, body still shaking, cum dripping out from both of them, sticky on your thighs, you feel fucking boneless now. “I’ll wash your hair, sweets.”

“Mmhm.” Is all you manage, now the three of you are in the huge tiled stand up shower, Sukuna closes the glass, entrapping you all in the steamy hot spray, it beats down on your body, making your aches ease as the scalding water hits.

“And you’ll wash my hair, brat.” Sukuna says, you snort.

“You’re too tall.” He gets on his knees, Satoru’s cock is pressing on your back as he massages your scalp, kissing down your neck, and Sukuna is staring up at your bare cunt, all puffy from how much it’s been through. You gasp when he kisses it.

“Merry Christmas to me.” He murmurs, lapping at you again, Satoru is biting your neck and wrapping his arms around you.

“Our little present.” Satoru smacks little mwahs of kisses, big hands gripping your tits. “You’re so on the naughty list now.”

Sukuna laughs against you. “You’re an idiot, Satoru.”

Thank you all again for 3k, now I'm going to... take a shower after editing this.

[artinvain]

I tried to fight it but dealer!abby is just too delicious

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

abby never sends one of her guys when you text her. she always shows up, always. loves letting to take free hits of her dab pen, loves seeing your eyes shut softly and the way they glaze over.

she can tell you want her. every time she’s over — you’re in your skimpiest pjyamas, your nipples poke through your shirt, getting harder every time she leans in close.

when you text her to “hang out” she diverts all her deliveries to someone else for the day, so she can come over and pretend she has nothing better to do than smoke and watch your favourite show.

the first time she makes a move, your legs are on her lap, her hands stroking your thighs and getting higher each time. until she’s dangerously close to just cupping your pussy. when she looks over, you’re already staring at her, your bottom lip between your teeth.

she has to kiss you, can’t help but lean in and nose your cheek, kiss the side of your mouth — giving you a chance to back away, but when you cup the back of her neck she’s groaning into the kiss, shoving her tongue in your mouth.

she leaves it at making out for a while, leaving before things get too hot and heavy, until one night you ask her why she’s leaving.

“don’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” she replies sheepishly, even though a few days ago she was practically humping you while you made out. you giggle and pull her back down on the couch, straddling her and laying soft kisses from her lips to her jaw to her lobe. “I need you, abby,”

she’s fucking feral, takes like two hours for her to even eat you out because she’s so focused on touching you, studying what places make you twitch, giggle and moan. she’s playing with your tits and groaning as she lavishes your chest, enjoying when you tug at her braid.

she eats you through your panties first, already you’re lightheaded and the teasing makes your sight fuzzy, your eyes crossing at the friction of the lace on your clit. the feeling of her tongue desperately lapping at you.

when she finally feels you around her fingers, wet soft walls squeezing and tightening around her, she can’t help but run her fucking mouth.

“fuck, you have such a pretty pussy y’know that?” as she licks and kisses your clit.

“fucking this perfect cunt’s all I can think about for days until I see you again, need it all the time, want you to sit on my face for hours,”

“yeah I know this slutty pussy can take more of my fingers, come on — open up for me baby,”

“fuck she’s clenching for me,” as she spreads your lips open and watches your pussy leak, teasing the both of you until she finally lets her tongue fuck you.

“you’re a fuckin whore you know that? calling me up cause your pussy’s so desperate to be filled. you love my fingers huh?”

“take it baby, nice n deep — yeah keep going, cum for me,” because she’s got three fingers stretching you out and pressing on your gspot. and she doesn’t plan on stopping even after you’ve cum

@lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz

[zorosangell]

“ I want to see Zoro’s reaction when he sees the reader with an injury that almost kills them. ”

⛥ﾟ・。 brand

synopsis: you return to the ship with a horrible injury... and zoro goes fucking berserk.

cw: angst, tiny bit of comfort i guess, ZORO DOES NOT PLAY ABOUT YOU, protective zoro, kinda sad for a christmas post ik but i was inspired

a/n: merry chrysler <3

"Stop blubbering and answer me, Usopp!" Zoro barked, roughly grabbing the sniper by his suspenders and yoking him up, attempting to shake him out of it. "Tell me what the hell happened!"

Usopp could barely breathe through his sobs, large rivulets of tears and thick globs of snot running down his face as his chest heaved, attempting to spit out an answer.

"USOPP!"

"S-S-San-Sanji!"

In an instant, Zoro's head snapped over to to the cook, eyes blazing with murderous intent.

The blonde had been sitting on the stairs of the upper deck the entire time, hands clutching his arms—like a hug—as he anxiously puffed his cigarette, his eyes becoming more hollow by the minute.

'Bastard!'

"She was with you!" the swordsman roared, storming over and harshly yanking Sanji to his feet. "What the fuck happened?!"

"Chill out, bro! It's not Sanji's fault!" Franky rushed over, shoving the two apart. "No one could've known!"

Zoro's brows furrowed at the vagueness, jaw pulling taut with frustration.

He was getting real sick of everyone beating around the bush.

"Known what?! I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"

"(y/n)..." Nami sniffled, legs pulled into her chest as she sat off to the side.

When you were first brought back, she and Robin had been asked to assist Chopper in treating you.

But the moment she caught sight of your wound, she was utterly inconsolable, nothing but tears.

This, of course, left Robin alone to help the good doctor.

"How did it happen?! How bad is she hurt?!" Zoro asked, before turning his attention back to Sanji. "You were supposed to be protecting her!"

The cook's lip rolled, hoping to fight back against its wobble as the lump in his throat began to rise.

"She... told me to tell you... she's sorry..."

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT FROM YOU!"

In an instant, Zoro launched himself toward him, the others rushing in to separate the two.

"Now is not the time for this!" Jimbei exclaimed, stepping between them.

"Zoro!" Usopp quickly rushed over, holding the man back, Brook and Franky jumping in to help.

"BASTARD!"

To think, the crew had been all smiles just hours ago...

Though, in all actuality... most of Zoro's anger was directed at himself.

He had a bad feeling about the day from the moment he woke up in your shared bed, an ominous presence already lingering in the air.

And the moment you said you were going ashore, he knew he should've gone with you.

But he didn't

And that was on him.

Even after that, he had a chance to pull you away from the others, to drag you off by your arm and force you to stay back with him.

But he didn't

And that was on him.

But, of course, you had to pay the price, fighting for your life against... well, he didn't even know.

What he did know, however, was that if you died, he would never be the same.

Within your hand, you held a chunk of his heart; a chunk of his mind; a chunk of his soul.

God, he didn't even get to see you smile one last time.

What kind of boyfriend was he?

What kind of man was he?

How could he—?

"Zoro..." Robin stated, somberly, her voice cutting through his spiral as she and Chopper exited the medbay.

The poor boy was clinging to her leg, sadly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he hid his face in the flesh of her calf.

In an instant, Zoro stopped all his struggling, turning to them with a slight glimmer of fear in his eye.

"You should go see her... she needs you."

The moment the words hit his ears, he was moving, completely forgetting about Sanji and the others as he rushed into the room.

Inside, it was dim, the only light being a candle on the nightstand.

On the bed, you sat upright, feet dangling over the edge and arms crossed your bare chest as you looked down at yourself, shamefully.

"(y/n)..." Zoro exhaled, swiftly shutting the door behind himself to protect your modesty. "Are you alright?"

He crossed the room in wide strides, taking only a few steps to get to you.

From what he could see, you were unharmed; nothing like what he'd imagined based on the crew's reactions.

Impaled.

Dismembered.

Maimed.

Now, it seemed as if they were over-reacting...

When you didn't answer, his brows furrowed, hand coming up to carefully cup your cheek, concern spiking in his veins when you refused to look at him.

"(y/n)?" he tried again, thumb slightly gliding over your cheek. "What happened?"

Faintly, an idea popped into his head, reigniting the embers of anger that had been burning in chest only moments ago.

"Did someone touch you?"

At that question, a few stray tears escaped the corners of your eyes, forcing you to cower further into yourself.

It all was finally starting to click.

Your shame.

Usopp's hysterics.

Why Nami and Robin were the ones asked to assist.

'No...'

"(y/n)..." Zoro started, tone dangerously low. "Turn around."

Lip quivering, you followed his orders, letting out a few sniffles as you slowly turned.

Sitting back on your knees, you swiped your hair over your shoulder, revealing something Zoro never thought he'd see again.

The Claw of a Celestial Dragon.

Being so far away from Sabaody, the swordsman had ruled it as a near impossibility.

But seeing it so clearly, so painfully etched into your skin... it was impossible to deny.

You had been kidnapped by the Celestial Dragons, and branded... just before Sanji, Usopp, and Franky could save you.

Every pass of his eyes over your seared flesh tore out another shred of his heart, breaking him down to the white meat with your every tremble.

When you two got together, Zoro had swore to himself that he'd protect you, that any weapon made against you would fall at the hand of his blade.

That was his promise.

That was his word.

And it had just been broken.

"Zoro..." you choked up, turning back around and dropping your head in his chest, hands gripping onto his robe for dear life. "It hurts..."

Your voice felt like a punch to the gut, the swordsman's calloused hands rising to rest on your shoulders, thumbs drawing soothing circles into your skin.

Though, it wasn't long after that he became eerily quiet, expression morphing into one of something... terrifying.

Carefully, he scooped you up, wary of your burn as he laid you down on your side, leaning over to whisper something important into your ear.

". . ."

At that, your eyes widened, and he placed a firm kiss on your cheek before turning to exit the room.

On his way out, he tugged his bandana off his arm, pointedly tying it over his head before shrugging off the sleeves of his robe.

As he emerged, the blood of everyone on deck ran cold, the aura floating around the swordsman nothing short of bloodthirsty.

They had seen him before a battle countless times.

Incredibly focused.

Incredibly quiet.

Incredibly calm.

But it was nothing like that.

The sheer weight of his glare made it perfectly clear that nobody in that auction house—or possibly, on the island—was going to survive.

"Luffy..." Zoro's voice rumbled, as if he was holding back a roar of fury, the man not even having to turn around to know that his captain was on the balcony behind him.

"I know," Luffy nodded, voice low and hat shading his eyes as he stood there. "Do what you have to do."

That was all the confirmation he needed.

In an instant, his swords were drawn, and before the others could even comprehend it, he was already in the air and on shore, sprinting at a near inhuman speed toward the center of he island.

The moment Zoro learned you had been hurt, he knew he would've had to kill the bastard that did it before the day was over.

But the moment he saw that damned mark, he knew that not only would he kill the bastard that did it, but anyone even remotely affiliated.

And, in the end, Luffy had to hunt him down and bring him back to senses, practically dragging him back to the Sunny as Kizaru chased behind.

Not only had Zoro killed the Celestial Dragon that branded you, but also everyone that worked at the auction... nearly destroying the entire island in the process.

[cntloup]

subtle things Simon does that make you go crazy for him (even more than you already are) 🫠

I feel like his love would be a kind of quiet love with subtle/silent declarations of his profound love and devotion 🖤

Simon Riley would shield your eyes with his hand and quickly get you away from the scene if you ever happened to come across a gory accident/fight on the street. and if such a scene ever makes you cry, he'd hold your head against his chest, cooing softly and slowly rubbing your back to calm you down.

while walking together on the sidewalk, he grabs you by the waist and picks you up like you weigh nothing and puts you down on the other side so he's on the side of the road. then, interlocks your hands together, giving it a light squeeze as a subtle reassurance.

he picks you up with his burly arms and carries you bridal style when you come across a big puddle on the street without even asking, earning a loud squeal and a light giggle from you as you wrap your arms around his neck.

he wraps his beefy arms around your shaking form, no questions asked as you sob your heart out after a tough day. then, carries you to bed, wraps you up in a blanket and plays your comfort show on the tv with snacks ready on your nightstand.

he's always there to comfort you after a nightmare and stays by your side whether you wanna talk about it or not, letting out a slight chuckle after hearing your request of him to lay his full weight on you so you'd calm down. and he gladly obliges while of course, being careful not to hurt you.

he carries all the bags when you go on a shopping spree, no objections allowed even if you're more than capable of doing it yourself. he goes 'bup bup bup' when you start talking, "it's my job, princess." he always says, "now go put on that pretty dress you picked out, lovie." also, he's always glad to be your personal blank canvas to test different shades of makeup on.

when he comes back home before you or has the day off while you work, he always makes sure to keep the house clean and tidy in order not to burden you any further after a long day. also, prepares you a bath and your favorite meal and puts on the show that you both have been watching when you return. then, cuddles with you while you're wrapped up in several blankets in bed and keeps you in his warm embrace all night.

whenever he returns from a deployment, the first thing he seeks out is you and he doesn't calm down until he gets his hands on you; not in a sexual way, but it's just him making sure that you're really there with him. and he clings to you like a lifeline until his exhausted body gives out and he falls asleep in your arms, finally home and at peace.

when he gets home, there are no words spoken. the first thing he does is rip the mask off his face and basically run to you, crashing his lips against yours as his beefy arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him, feel your body flushed against his as he sighs and groans into the fiery kiss, filled with passion and love, burning only for you as he literally takes your breath away.

[kayesfanfics]

Hi can I request a femreader/ nightcrawler story where the reader is shy and anxious, while Kurt misunderstands this as her thinking he’s a monster?

But in truth she’s been trying to confess her feelings to him but she always backs out last minute in fear?

Thank you!

A/N: The way I’ve probably imagined this scenario at 12 years old laying in bed at night. I also made the reader friends with Rogue, Jean and Ororo since she’s closer to their ages

“Sugah, yer lookin’ more nervous than a long-tailed pussy cat in a room full o’ rockin’ chairs!” Rogue tapped your shoulder as she walked into the lounging area, where you were having morning coffee with Jean and Ororo. “What’s gotcha all riled up, huh?”

“Kurt’s playing basketball with the others outside...in shorts.” Jean quipped before taking a sip of coffee, a playful grin on her face. Ororo chuckled at the embarrassed face you made, as if someone just walked in on you changing.

“Jean!” You whined, face turning redder when Rogue started laughing.

“Oh, Y/N! We’re just teasing!” Jean giggled as you pouted at all of them finding your embarrassment amusing.

“I just don’t see why you haven’t told him about her feelings yet!”

They all knew you’ve had the biggest crush on the fuzzy blue X-Man, Nightcrawler, ever since he joined the team a few months ago. He was always so nice to everyone, including you, and he seemed to always say the right thing at the right time. He even made your morning coffee sometimes when you got up late, knowing everyone’s coffee order by heart by now.

The boys were outside playing basketball with Jubilee and Roberto, showing the younger ones how it was done. You watched out the window at the court, seeing Gambit and Wolverine battling for the ball before Kurt teleported between them and snatched the ball from them, tossing it into the basket and laughing when they both started yelling about the “no powers” rule. You smiled before realizing you were staring, clearing your throat and turning to Rogue.

“You know I get too nervous around your brother, I can’t even ask him to pass the salt at dinner!”

“Yer always nervous, that’s fine! But y’know, he totally likes you too. I can tell.”

“No he doesn’t.” You shook your head in denial.

“Yes he does.” All three women said at the same time, side eyeing you or rolling their eyes.

“My dear, Kurt is a very charismatic man, but he goes out of his way to make you smile every chance he gets.” Ororo set her hand atop of yours. “I even see a flash of disappointment when you flee from his advances.”

“Really?” You asked, feeling a bit guilty about making him feel bad. You were a generally nervous person, but your anxiety sky rocketed around him, your heart always felt like it would explode out of your chest when he got close to you or touched you. It was difficult to hold eye contact with him, your nerves getting the best of you and looking down at the floor while you spoke to him. You’d give him a scared smile when he handed you things, your blood running cold when his hand brushed up against yours during those exchanges. You often found your eyes wandering to him when he wasn’t focused on you, it was easier to look at him when you knew he wasn’t aware of you checking him out. You loved the way his tail squashed playfully as he joked around with Morph, how his ear would twitch like a cats when he heard someone new enter the room, how his fangs gleamed when he smiled or how his bright yellow eyes sparked with mischief during a fight.

“Okay…you know what? Todays the day, today I need to confess to him! If I don’t today, I never will cause I’m a baby and will back out.” You stood up confidently.

“Yeah! Go get em, tiger!” Rogue cheered as you walked away, then lowered her voice. “She ain’t gonna.”

“I think Y/N can do things she sets her mind to.” Storm defended you.

“Wanna put ten bucks on it?” Rogue raised an eyebrow and cheekily grinned.

“…you’re on.” Storm nodded, shaking her hand as Jean spoke up, saying she’d bet alongside Storm that you could do it.

“You know I can still hear you all?” You crossed your arms from the window, getting a closer look and watching Kurt dodge Roberto’s lunge. Your friends all laughed as you shook your head, trying to get ahold of your nerves.

How were you supposed to tell the most handsome, heroic, sweetest, most amazing person ever you were in love with them? Kurt was genuinely the kindest person you’d ever met, giving you butterflies when you watched him comfort a mutant child during a fight, or how he helped his teammates so gently when they were injured. You couldn’t fathom how people were afraid or disgusted by him, he was the most gorgeous man in the world. How you could see a tinge of indigo under his blue fur when he blushed or bruised, how sculpted and chiseled he was yet also was so soft to look at. When he wore sweatpants and a tank top after training one day, you swore you would have a heart attack right then and there seeing how attractive he looked in the outfit. You adored sneaking peeks of him working out alone, his muscles bulging when he did push ups or pull ups on a bar, how flexible and agile he was and how effortless he made it look. You’d stand outside the door until you felt you would get caught staring, not wanting to seem like a creep.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when the door opened, Wolverine carrying Jubilee, pretending to be limp and passed out in his arms.

“What happened?” Jean asked as the girls all stood up from their little coffee and gossip session.

“She tripped and scraped her knee trying to get the ball from Logan!” Morph snickered as they all filed inside.

“I’ve been attacked! He pushed me and now I’m severely wounded!” Jubilee whined dramatically as Logan set her down on the counter. You waited for Kurt while you listened to Jubilee and Wolverine bicker about the seriousness of her cut knee, feeling your heart skip a beat when he finally walked in, chatting with Hank.

“Um…hey, Kurt?” You spoke quietly, but Kurt’s ear twitched and picked up your shy voice.

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked, stopping and letting Hank go ahead of him.

“I…um…could you find a first aid kit, please?”

You blushed when you heard your friends laugh behind you and Storm and Jean handed Rogue money, knowing Kurt was looking past you at them, wondering what they were doing. You felt like a dork backing out of confessing and asking him to do something you could easily do, but you changed your mind at the last second that you weren’t ready yet.

“Sure.” He smiled, before bamfing off. You turned and glared at your friends, before walking walked over to Jubilee, seeing blood dripping down her shin and gravel from the court embedded inside of it.

“Ouch, let me clean that for you.” You said and wet a paper towel, ignoring Logan saying how she was fine and it was part of growing up and being a kid. You kneeled down and patted down Jubilee’s injury, soaking up the blood and wiping out any gravel from the wound.

“Here you are, Y/N.” You heard a familiar sweet, velvety voice beside you. You looked over and saw Nightcrawler holding out a first aid kit from the nearest bathroom, a charming grin on his face.

“Oh, um, thank you Kurt.” You smiled at him shyly, before quickly turning your attention to Jubilee. You didn’t see the look of rejection in his yellow eyes as the irritated twitch of his tail at that, before he sighed and bamfed off again.

*a couple hours later*

“Mein Gott!” The mutant shouted in surprise, also not paying attention to where he was going before tumbling backwards at the collision. You were on your way to training, focusing on wrapping up your hands to look where you were going. Now, you knocked down the last person you wanted to. You felt bad seeing the gorgeous man on the floor because of you.

“Kurt! I’m so sorry! Here, let me help!” You held a hand out to him, but he got up himself.

“It is fine.” He said simply before walking past you, then suddenly pausing and turning to you. “May I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You fidgeted with your hands nervously, anxious for the question.

“Do you…have I offended you in some way?” He asked, his eyes flashing with a bit of sadness.

“What? No? Why would you think that?” You asked, worried your timid behavior had finally kicked you in the ass.

“You tend to just brush me off, I’ve noticed. Lately you don’t really look at me, you respond with few words to me. I just thought…maybe I did something to scare you? Disgust you? Perhaps I…you think I’m a monster?”

You stared at him in the hallway, shock freezing your thoughts for a moment. How could he ever think your awkwardness around him could be because you thought he was disgusting? That he thought you found him frightening? You hadn’t realized how not making eye contact or responding curtly would come across to him, a man who’s been persecuted and attacked his whole life for how he looked. He was the most admirable, amazing person you’d ever met and you made him feel like a monster.

“Kurt, no! Not at all! I just…I do like you, I do! You just…make me very nervous. More so than I usually am…”

“How? Do I intimidate you?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I do not mean to-“

“It’s not that, really. I uh…I just really admire you, I guess. You make me more nervous than the others because…because I really like you…a lot.” You looked down at the floor, shyly looking up into his eyes. His face relaxed when he finally understood what you meant.

“Oh…I apologize for thinking so little of your actions. You are understanding and non judge mental, I should never have assumed what I did about you. How about I take you out to apologize for my ignorance?” He flashed his fangs at you in a charming smile, slowly approaching you before he was close enough to hold out a hand to you.

“I-I…okay.” You took his hand and sheepishly smiled up at him, allowing him to guide you down the hall. “I’m really sorry I made you feel like I-“

“No apology necessary, Y/N, really. I’m just glad we’ve come to…an understanding.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and giggled at the action