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samaraxmorgan · 4 months ago

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Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time We Went To The County Fair”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: pure fluff, frenemies dynamic, emetophobics be cautious (no one actually gets sick it’s just mentioned), Sukuna is trying so hard to be nice

Word Count: 2.89k

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Sukuna always tries to give off the vibe that he’s too big and bad for anything. Everything is beneath him, everyone is merely a nuisance, and this Ferris wheel in particular is just too bland and boring for his tastes.

He acts like you held a gun to his head and forced him to come with you to the fair, but you really didn’t; if anything he forced you to let him tag along. You just happened to see a flyer in the mailbox and brought up that you were planning to go and he could tag along if he wanted to, the last thing you expected was for him to immediately start lacing up his boots and stuff his wallet into the pocket of his ripped black jeans, asking you a nonchalant “You ready?” not even a minute after you suggested it.

And now here you are, a decent train ride later and you’re at the top of the Ferris wheel sitting across from each other, looking down at the colorful lights of food stalls and amusement rides below you. You wanted to go on the Ferris wheel first since the sun is beginning to set, the sky turning shades of pink and orange as a gentle breeze chills the evening air.

Sukuna’s gruff and uninterested voice breaks the peaceful silence, “You could’ve looked out the window at home for free.”

You’re scooted to the edge of your little cart, elbows perched on the rusty metal railing and your cheek rested on your palm, looking longingly between the colorful lights of the roller coasters down below and the changing hues of the sky, “The view’s not this pretty at home.”

All he can respond with is a hum, his arms stretched out across the railing behind him as he leans his back against the hard metal wall of the gently swinging cart. From the corner of your eye you’d swear you could see him watching you, but when you shift your gaze towards him his head has already turned to look down towards the carnival beneath you.

He outstretches his arm and points toward one of the rides, colorful lights spotted around the outside of its spaceship style design begin to transform into streams of light as the ride starts to spin and twirl around, “We’re doing that one next, too fuckin’ boring just sitting around.”

You turn your body towards him and give him a sarcastic grin, “What if all the spinning makes me sick?”

He scoffs, gently kicking your leg across from him with his combat boot, “If you throw up I’m pretending that I don’t know you.”

“Boo.” You roll your eyes at him and look back towards the fair as the Ferris wheel begins to spin. You reach your arm out of the cart and point at a ride in the distance, a large boat shaped contraption swinging back and forth before turning completely upside down, the passengers' screams echoing through the open air, “Would you go on that one?”

He gives you a sly grin, “Only if you go on it too, you didn't drag me along just to watch, did you?”

“I didn’t drag you here, you might as well have begged to come with me.”

“Oh fuckin’ please,” He leans towards you, propping his elbows on his knees and looking up at you, “You gave me those ‘lil puppy dog eyes when you showed me the flyer.” He mimics a dramatic pout, making you groan and press your sneaker onto his chest to push him away.

“You’re unbearable.”

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The metal steps creak below both of your feet as you and Sukuna step into the spaceship ride; the walls are round and covered in separate metal panels for each person to stand with their back against, and in the middle of the ride there’s a booth for the operator with large buttons and levers. You and Sukuna find two open panels on the wall and stand in front of them as the doors to the ride slide shut, leaving you both and everyone else blocked off from the festivities going on outside.

The operator looks bored as they flip a switch above their head, the lights dying off before you hear the clicking sound of buttons being pushed, rainbow lights streaming along the ceiling in swirling patterns above your head. Blaring loud techno music starts to blast from massive speakers in the operator’s booth as you feel your balance start to waver. Within seconds everyone’s backs are slammed into the wall, fits of giggles and startled screams surrounding you in the ride.

You turn your head to look at Sukuna and he’s already grinning at you, he tries to yell something to you but the music is far too loud to hear him. You open your mouth to yell “What?!” but instead a yelp is ripped from your chest as your entire body slides up the wall. He points up towards you and laughs, you try to kick him in the shoulder but the pressure of the ride spinning is keeping you effectively plastered to the wall, hardly able to move at all.

Sukuna, on the other hand, is somehow barely affected by it; deciding that it’s time to show off as he plants his palms onto the wall behind him and bends his knees to be completely off the ground. He stumbles back slightly on his first attempt to push himself up, but by the second try he’s crouching completely upright on the wall.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You scream out to him, but he can hardly hear you over the loud music and playful screams of everyone on the ride.

He’s got a massive grin plastered on his face as he stands to his full height so casually, as if the pressure of gravity just doesn’t affect him, taking a broad step over your stiff body to stand with his large combat boots on either side of your hips. He takes a knee over you, wrapping one of his hands around the back of your neck and the other behind the small of your back, leaning forward and yelling into your ear.

“You’re coming with me.”

It feels like you’re going to fly back into the wall as he pulls you into his arms, his strong grip keeping your body flush against his as you try to raise your arms enough to wrap them around his neck.

“You’re insane! Put me down!”

You can feel his breathy laughter on the crook of your neck as he lifts you up to stand with him on the wall, his hands never loosening their protective grip on you even as your feet plant themselves on the wall. He’s holding you so close, you’re not sure if your head is spinning more from him or the carnival ride. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, your head pressed flush against his broad chest and tilted up towards the flickering lights adorning the ceiling.

“Not so bad, see?” You can hear the grin in his voice, his lips brushing against your ear while he speaks to you, “Not gonna drop you, calm down.”

Can he feel how fast my heart is beating?

The pressure in your head starts to feel relieved, but at the cost of your balance as you stumble forward. Sukuna completely wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you off your feet, taking long strides backwards off the wall and back onto the floor as the ride slows to a gradual stop.

“Hey!” The operator is screaming over the music as the large doors slide back open, “You two! Off!”

Sukuna chuckles into your ear as he drops you onto your feet, “Oops.”

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“I can’t take you anywhere-“

“Ugh, how was I supposed to know that guy would be such a pussy?”

“Sukuna!” You slap his arm, “You’re gonna get us kicked out!”

He just huffs and rolls his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as you both walk side by side through the fair. You knew he was nothing but trouble, and you feel a little stupid for assuming he wouldn’t drag you down into his bullshit with him, but you’re stuck with him now; at least until your lease is up. Maybe you shouldn’t invite him out with you anywhere after this, but when you glance up at his stupid grumpy expression you get butterflies.

With a face like that it’s no wonder he gets away with anything.

He’s so… annoying. That’s what you like to tell yourself; it’s annoying that you can’t stay mad at him, that he gives you that smirk that makes your heart race, that he held you like that on the carnival ride. He drives you insane in all the best and worst ways, either waking you up in the middle of the night by being loud and obnoxious coming home drunk from a concert, or making you go crazy wishing he was home with you while he was out with his friends.

“Are you even fuckin’ listening?” He snaps you out of your trance.

“No.” You huff, breaking your gaze from his. Did you doze off while staring at him?

“Brat,” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you towards a pop up stall, the stall walls lined with balloons and stuffed animals, “You beat me in this and I’ll… behave for the next one.”

You scoff at him, “No you won’t.”

A small smile creeps onto the corners of his lips, “… Yeah you’re right.” You roll your eyes and turn away from him, but he sidesteps in front of you, leaning down to match your height, “Tell you what, let’s make a bet.”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

He smirks, “Winner picks out a tattoo for the loser.”

You laugh right in his face, “Absolutely fucking not!”

“What?” He gives you an exaggerated pout, “You don’t trust me?”

You cross your arms and glare up at him, “You would make me get some kind of gang tattoo.” You say sarcastically.

He mutters under his breath, “Shit, am I that predictable?”

“Sukuna!” You kick him in the shin.

“Fine, fine. Piercing.”

You look over at the plastic machine guns mounted onto the edge of the stall, noting a toppled over “out of order” sign next to the red gun. Maybe it’s a bad idea to humor him, but you know damn well he’d pick that red gun over the baby pink ones surrounding it, you might be able to play dirty if he hasn’t noticed the sign that fell over.

A grin paints your lips as you look back at him, “You’re on.”

His head cocks to the side slightly, “Really?” He looks genuinely surprised, but definitely not disappointed, “Shit, that was easy.”

He strides over to the stall, planting himself right in front of the red gun, exactly where you want him. You suppress your smile as much as you can as you walk up beside him, wrapping your finger around the trigger of the pink gun next to him. He’s looking down at you so cocky as the game attendant counts down for you both to start.

“Three!”

“You know…” He leans down towards you to speak into your ear.

“Two!”

“I know a guy who does eyelid piercings.” He states smugly.

“One!”

Like clockwork, you start peppering through the balloons while his gun immediately jams.

His brows furrow in frustration and you look towards him, giving him a mischievous smirk, “You’ll have to give me his number.”

As the game comes to a fast end, you learn that Sukuna is such a sore loser, grumbling about how that was “fucking rigged” and that you’re “a dirty little cheater,” but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. You doubt he’ll hold up his end of the bet, and you’re not really that concerned about it to be honest, that frustrated look on his face is more than enough of a prize.

“Yeah yeah,” You giggle, “I’m just the worst huh? I’m gonna run to the bathroom, how about you win me something while I’m gone?”

He shoots a glare down at you, “No promises.”

“Oh yeah, because you fucking suck at these games, right?” Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth in a futile attempt to keep a straight face, you just can’t help but smile, it’s a nice change of pace for you to be the one getting on his nerves for once.

“Such a fuckin’ brat.”

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Something about Sukuna is suspicious when you meet him back at the games. His grin has returned once again and he’s holding one of his hands behind his back. His eyes light up when they catch yours, taking long strides to meet with you.

He leans down to be eye level with you, keeping his hand tucked away behind him, “Close your eyes.”

“You didn’t…” You look up to his eyes but his gaze flickers away from you.

“Shut up. Close your eyes and give me your hand.”

You let out a sigh, shutting your eyes and holding your hand out in front of you. Your brows furrow in confusion as something cold and squishy lands in your palm, “What the fuck…?”

“You know how you said you wanted a pet?”

You open your eyes and are greeted with… a goldfish. A little tied off plastic baggie dripping condensation onto your skin as the tiny fish swims in panicked circles, “Sukuna!”

“What?” He stands up straight, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “I thought you’d like it.”

“When I said I wanted a pet I meant, like, a dog!”

He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “Well you won’t let me get a cane corso, so-“

“Because they’re a hundred and fifty pounds.” You mutter over him.

“Say hello to Brat Junior.”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”

He’s definitely not kidding if the grin on his face is saying anything, he takes a step forward and pokes the bag, watching the fish squirm inside, “He’s got your attitude.”

“Oh my god,” You rub your temple with your free hand, “We need to go get a fish tank.”

“We’ve got bowls at the house.”

“No! We are not mistreating this fish, asshole.”

“Don’t call him fish, he has a name.” He declares sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.

You mutter curses under your breath, “Brat Junior needs a tank. A real tank, with a filter.” You pull Sukuna by the sleeve of his shirt, dragging him along behind you, “There’s a pet store around the corner, let’s go before they close. And you’re paying.”

“Hey, why am I paying for this shit? It’s your pet.”

“It was your stupid idea!”

You both leave the loud chaos of the fair, walking along the quiet sidewalks to the pet store. The skies have gone dark now, the moon making itself at home above you as you cradle your beloved Brat Junior in both of your palms, trying to keep the water in his bag from swaying too much.

You and Sukuna bicker the whole walk there until you make it to the sliding glass doors of the pet store, quiet music playing through the speakers as you walk across the shiny white floors to the fish section. You both split up so he can pick up a tank while you sort through food, but shortly after he walked away he’s already making his way back to you.

“We’re gonna have to flush Brat Junior.” He says plainly.

You defensively clutch the fish close to your chest, “Absolutely not!”

He rests his elbow on one of the shelves lining the wall, leaning his side against it, “Then you’re paying for half of the fish tank.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, “You broke now?”

“Lady at the counter said he’ll get,” He straightens his fingers on each hand, placing them together like a prayer before parting them about a foot away from each other, “This big.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“I wish I was joking, the tank is $600.”

You blow a raspberry, slumping your back against the wall and looking down at the goldfish in your palms. You’re silent for a moment, but then you let out a reluctant sigh, “I’ll pay half, but you’re carrying it on the train ride home.”

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You hold your apartment door open, watching Sukuna maneuver the giant 40 gallon fish tank through the small doorway, “Got it?”

He grunts in annoyance, “A little help would be nice.”

“Ooh, about that,” You hold the little plastic baggie up in your palm, “My hands are full with the baby.”

He blows his bangs out of his eyes, carrying the fish tank into the tiny apartment, “Should’ve fuckin’ flushed him.”

You let out a mock gasp, cupping the goldfish in both of your hands and holding it up to your face, cooing at it, “Did you hear that? Your father doesn’t love you.”

Sukuna placed the tank onto a long empty table against the wall before flopping on his back onto the couch. His eyes flicker between you and the fish for a moment, a faint smile creeping onto his lips.

“I knew you’d like that little fucker.”

A/N: Fun fact did u know that those fair fish grow to be 12 inches long? Unfortunately this fic is based on true events of when my boyfriend and I won TWO OF THEM at the fair and had to spend $600 on a fish tank for them (rip my wallet). Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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soshiro hoshina & sibling!reader general description of injury and blood on your end. word count: 899

you and soshiro were never really close. as the youngest of the hoshina family and with the best unleashed combat power in guns, you were often lauded as the family’s best chance in the defense force—which put you at odds with soshiro’s utter lack of combat power in the firearms department. you’d tried to reach out—to talk, to do anything—but soichiro and soshiro never had time for you.

or well, it seemed as if soshiro considered you his number one enemy. the antithesis of his existence—that by the fact you existed, it seemed as if he would be utterly worthless after all.

when you transferred to the third division, you received no acknowledgement from soichiro or soshiro.

“i trust you will lay your life down for the cause as effectively as you have in other divisions,” mina said to you on the day you were sworn in, your brother at her side.

he didn’t look at you.

“you have quite the impressive resume,” mina had said. “second and first division positions. an easy shoo-in for division leader right after gen narumi. what made you decide to enter the third division?”

you’d swallowed, watching soshiro very pointedly not looking at you.

“i… no reasons, in particular,” you’d lied. “just… um… curious in expanding my options. is all.”

soshiro’s eyes had been cold.

it was clear where the two of you stood, and soshiro wanted nothing to do with you, even if you’d basically demoted yourself from a cushy spot in the first division for it. the two of you rarely spoke—and if he ever acknowledged you at all, it was with one word responses or an affirmative, very stiff nod, as if it killed him utterly and completely to acknowledge you.

were the two of you sweet once? had you run around the hoshina estate giggling once? had that been you?

…

would it ever be you again, even if it had?

(you remember the taste of konpeito that soshiro would sneak you from soichiro’s collection of sweets, and he would raise a finger to his lips, telling you it was a secret.)

(but then why did you remember the feeling of asphalt against your feet on the days where soshiro seemed to forget to train as he dragged you towards the grass to play chase?)

(then why did you remember the times where you’d have a bad nightmare, but never felt brave enough to go to soichiro, so you’d always gone to soshiro instead? he’d laughed, cocky and brilliant even late at night and told you not to worry because he’d cut up your bad dreams. and you believed him, because he was your big brother and he’d never been wrong, never been cruel the way soichiro was to you and soshiro.)

why did you have to remember all of that?

you cough out a mouthful of blood.

of course you only remember all of that right now as you bleed out.

your eyes feel heavy.

what had the attack been, again? a yoju? a honju? you could’ve taken it down on your own, right? did it matter? your gun didn’t do anything—it couldn’t, laying uselessly on the ground next to you as you felt another choking mouthful of blood cloying against your lips.

you want to scream.

what was the point, you wanted to ask. what was the point of transferring if your brother wouldn’t acknowledge you—even though all you wanted to do was speak to him again?

“don’t close your eyes.”

thank god you still have enough energy for your eyes to fly open, staring up at soshiro, who leaned down to haul you to your feet—but really he was putting most of your weight on him, your feet barely scraping the floor.

“soshiro,” you rasp. “why?”

“that’s what i should be asking you,” soshiro’s voice was still cold. distant, as he began walking you back towards the other troops—carefully, so as to not upset your wounds. “why did you transfer out of the first division? from what i heard, you were making quite the name for yourself out there. needed to steal my spotlight that badly?”

“that’s not it,” you snap, wincing in pain. “i just wanted my brother back. is that so much to ask for? i figure it is, because you just randomly stopped talking to me for no goddamn reason!”

you feel soshiro freeze up.

“you wouldn’t get it.”

he sounds resentful.

“fuck no i wouldn’t!” you say. “i don’t know what’s going on because you won’t tell me! but the only thing i do know is that i want to be able to talk to at least one of my big brothers that doesn’t treat me like shit! because as it stands right now, both of you do!”

you gasp out in pain, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

soshiro’s body is still tense, his hand tightening where it’s wrapped around your arm.

“i’m—” soshiro mutters. “sorry. i—i just.” he laughs. “i’m a sorry excuse for an older brother, huh?”

“you are,” you retort, and soshiro laughs again, and he sounds almost like he did when the two of you were younger.

“let’s go home,” soshiro says after a moment, his voice less resentful now.

you feel almost like a kid again in that moment, leaning on soshiro after you’d fallen during tag, having scraped your knee.

“okay,” you wheeze out. “okay.”

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bombuni · 1 year ago

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live in love and die (18+)

Summary: You’re starting to believe your husband isn’t really your husband anymore. Still, you let him take what he wants from you. (wc: 2.5k)

CW: There is an uncomfy undertone throughout the story (Miguel is from a different universe and reader can tell) so beware of that. Enjoy :) MINORS DONT INTERACT TY!!

He is exactly like your husband. No, he is your husband.

But you still can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes when you part to catch your breath. Like you’ll look up, see a different man’s face and find that he’s been wearing your husband's skin this entire time. For some reason, he’s rougher today. Breath heavy and bringing you in like he’s never been tempted by anything as much as you.

You still feel like you’ll drown in his hands, in the way he glides his fingers ever so gently over your sides. He’s treasuring you. Letting his body do as it pleases, and it wishes to control and seize every part of you. Usually, his body wants to memorize you. He wants to take what he wants from you, but with a smile and a blush on his face. Now, he does it hungrily.

This is fine, right?

Gabriella is still at school. You don’t remember what excuse Miguel had made up to stay home with you today. By the way he had followed you into every room, watched you out of the corner of his eye, you knew he had a reason for staying home. You usually didn’t mind spending time with him, but now you couldn’t get away from him. He seemed to watch you like an animal in a zoo.

You pulled him into you as he kissed your neck. Miguel had never been a patient man, but he kissed you so fervently it felt like he was trying to eat you whole. You swear it's like a vampire trying to find your sweet spot.

Hesitantly, you lift him by his hair so you can search his eyes, “What’s with you today, Miggy?”

He’s reluctant to pull away and to answer, “Been a while.”

It’s funny, you think, how hard it is to get honest words out of Miguel. At least, whenever the subject is him. Whenever you ask about work and why he comes home late, he waves you off. If you were to ask what his hobbies are, another wave of his hand paired with no answer.

But you had had sex only a couple of days ago.

You don’t push it. You think you know your husband and he’s always been like this. Sweet, but silent.

Once he sees you’re satisfied with the answer he’s back to caressing you, gentler this time, like a wolf trying to sweetly coax a lamb away from its mother.

The part of you that’s still pointing out the differences in the way his lips feel is slowly but surely dying out. His weight on top of you as he pushes you back into the bed is too familiar and too tempting not to give in to. His touch always leaves you lightheaded and floating. You hold on to him so you don’t float away.

He’s pushy and already rock hard, you can feel it by the way he incessantly grinds down onto you, as he pulls your panties down. He kneads your thighs and stares at your pussy with a look you haven’t quite seen on him before. Maybe once, when you first had sex. He’d regarded you with such tenderness and desire that it made your skin too hot to be in.

His gaze turns to you again, licking his lips like he’s a dying man and he’s just found his first meal in a while. It’s too intense, too much, too quickly. His eyes pin you to your place and as much as you want to look away, you really can’t. Unconsciously, you’ve closed your legs. Why you’re hiding from him now, you don’t know.

“Abre,” He mumbles the word out coldly, like he’s really only here for one thing and you’re making him work for it.

You hesitate for a second, still frozen by his stare. He gently pries your legs open, pressing kisses along your calf when he brings your leg up to rest on his shoulder.

You feel vulnerable. Every now and again you are gently reminded of how big Miguel is, and now is one of those times. He’s engulfing you so that you can’t leave, taking all the breath in the room, and grabbing you by the waist to pull and maneuver you in whichever way he pleases.

He whispers into the skin of your leg as his kisses move closer to your middle, “So pretty, mami.”

It’s like he keeps having to reign himself in. Like he has to remember who he is.

Still, you sigh contently to yourself. No, that’s Miguel. Your Miguel.

But that seems to be the end of it. As soon as his thumb makes contact with your already throbbing clit he’s back to being greedy and aching. Hissing when he swipes over your already dripping slit, he’s quick to get his fingers covered in you. It’s like a fun game to him, the way his eyes light up at the sounds you make.

He pulls his fingers out and into your line of vision, “Look how wet you are.”

He says it in a matter-of-fact tone. For some reason, he can’t believe that you’re this wet for him. You blush at the focused look on his face as he watches the silver strand of your slick move between his fingers. Before you can say anything, he takes his fingers into his mouth. He licks his pointer and middle finger slowly and deliberately, wanting to clean them off as much as possible. Taste you as much as possible. It’s a pretty display. You find yourself, again, unable to look away.

There’s a string of saliva from his plump lips and his fingers as he brings them down to your entrance. Slowly, he enters them. Watching carefully how your hole is so eager to take him, any part of him. Watching your lips part and your brows furrow as you try to make room for him.

His fingers pump in and out of you, reaching as far as they can. Miguel still has a dazed look on his face, admiring the sight of your pretty pussy. It’s always a struggle with him being so big, but so eager.

As impatient as he was, he’d always wait for you. He wasn’t waiting this time.

Before you know it he’s pulled his underwear down and has his cock out, standing hard against his happy trail.

Weird. You remember he shaved.

He hitches his cock on your hole before you grab his arm, still dizzy from his touch, “W-wait, it’s not gon-“

He’s never shushed you before, but it’s not unwelcome. His lips on yours take your mind off of it, because this is Miguel. As sarcastic as he could be, your Miguel would never hurt you. You believe this with your entire heart and soul, so you let him in despite not prepping as much as you usually do.

“Just need to fuck you, okay?” He whispers against you.

You’ll never get used to the stretch of him, no matter how many times he fucks you. The burning feeling as he enters you is ingrained into you, so you hold steady against him and try to relax into him. You always do with Miguel.

He keeps sliding in until he bottoms out, letting out a guttural groan when he feels all of you. Again, like a dying man. He sits there for a second, both of you reveling in the feeling of being filled and squeezed down on.

And again, he’s unable to resist his own urge as he hurriedly thrusts into you. You’re his wife and you’ve been in this position countless times, but he’s looking down at you and you can’t really recognize the look on his face. He’s concentrated, like he always is, but there’s a dangerous look in his eye. The energy in the room shifts into Miguel’s control, instead of just two lovers. You realize he’s been in control this entire time.

He fucks you devastatingly, pulling out all the way before slamming into you at a fast pace. Miguel usually eases into it, but you figure he’s just stressed from work. That’s why you encourage him by pulling him down into you, close enough until you think he’s breathing for the both of you.

He doesn’t know whether to drag this out as long as he can or to chase his own high.

He groans into your neck, “Like it when I fuck you like this?” Emphasizing his words with a hard shove of his cock as he finishes his sentence.

He’s definitely worked up.

“Yes. Yes, Miguel.”

Your breathless and light words spur him on as he keeps thrusting in you, gripping your hips so hard you’re sure you’ll bruise. It reminds you of just how much he’s holding back. How if he wanted to, he could simply pick you up and fuck you in the air.

He has half the mind to do just that.

He’s still being greedy in how he fucks you, solely focused on the way your pussy tightens up every time he whispers dirty nothings into your ear. He’s sweaty and you’re entirely sore at this point, but neither of you really care, too lost in each other to really pay attention to anything else.

The feeling of him taking control and losing himself in you as if he hasn’t had any semblance of you in years has you closer to the edge than you thought. Your spine tingles with a hot, electric buzz and your legs tense with every single thrust. You’re acutely aware of everywhere you feel Miguel. His hot breath fanning over your neck, his hands digging deliciously into your hips, and his big cock shamelessly drilling into you.

He raises his head, brown locks falling into his face, “You gonna cum?” He whispers hoarsely, the words only ever spoken for you.

You nod into the pillow, too far gone to think about an actual answer. That should be enough, you think, he has you so fucked out that you can’t even come up with a sentence.

He tsks as he suddenly stops all movement. The loss of friction makes a pathetic squeak crawl out of the deepest parts of you. The fire that he started within you is dull again, but aching to spark. You look up at him, expecting some sort of hang up.

“You gonna answer me properly?” His hips still, deep in you.

Ah.

The question makes you pause your imploring whines. It hits you deep, and your mouth moves before you can even stop it, “Wanna cum so bad, Miguel,”

He tugs you down by your hips, impossibly close. He has a sardonic smile plastered on his face, smug like he knows that you can't stop yourself from bending to his every whim. He slides his cock out teasingly slow and pauses when just the tip remains. Just when you think he’s going to start up that heat again, he leans up and away from you.

Miguel has never been so sadistic. He always gave in to you, never one to tease or taunt you because he just couldn’t resist watching you writhe under him.

He’s looking down at you with that look again. The look you can’t quite place. There’s a wanting in his eye, and his smile is faltering. He studies you for a second and you think he’s going to tell you what’s wrong.

“Ruégame.” His tone is final and demanding. You don’t hear it often other than when he’s scolding Gabriella.

His hold tightens on you, like he’s afraid that single word he uttered will make you run. But he’s not nervous. He’s sweaty from the excursion and steel faced, waiting patiently for you to speak. As if his cock isn’t twitching inside you, just as ready to fuck you as you are to take it. His demand makes you blush from embarrassment, but you both know you can’t help but do as he says.

You slur out through the heat that’s taken you over, “Please, let me cum, Miguel. Need to feel you,”

You’re absolutely sure there’s bruises on your hips already forming as he grips you even tighter, “Not good enough.”

You shake your head fervently as a small tantrum comes over you, “I’ve been good, Miguel, please,”

He smirks, almost patronizingly, down at you as he splits you open on his cock, moving his hips forward slowly but surely. He’s enjoying the way you’re broken down to your bare bones and begging for him like it’s instinct. He likes this game he’s made where he makes it his mission to make you just as desperate as he is.

“Yeah, you’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?”

You nod, embarrassed and ashamed at how fast your head moves to answer his question.

“My baby needs her brains fucked out, doesn’t she? Looks so pretty when she does.”

You let out an involuntary whine at his words. They fill you up and take you over until all you can really register is how good he fucks you, how big he feels, and how he’s not letting you go at all.

He’s back to that fast pace he’s now accustomed you to. He fills you up like he was meant to, like this was your entire purpose in life. To lay here and take Miguel and let him use you like he wants. Yeah, that might be right. You don’t really remember anything else.

Before you know it there’s pleasure traveling up and all over you. The tingle runs up your spine before spreading out into every limb of yours, too numb to even hold onto Miguel. You try to warn him when you’re close, but his cock shuts you up.

He groans out when he feels you squeeze down tighter and tighter until you let out a yelp, a sudden ball of sparks and fire erupting in you and having no place to go but on Miguel’s cock. He fucks you through it, whispering in your ear about how ‘Te vez tan hermosa así, mami.’ He keeps thrusting until he finally cums in you, bottoming out and moaning divinely into your ear as you take every drop he has to offer.

He thrusts one last time, shoving any of him that managed to leak out back into you. It’s a silent claim that you don’t bother arguing against.

Your husband loves you. He loves you enough to stave off his sleepiness after sex. He always gets up and walks to grab a rag to wipe you down. He always kisses you where he reaches, apologizing silently for being too rough with his puppy-dog stare he gives only you. He always checks on Gabriella one last time before kissing you goodnight.

Miguel nods wordlessly when you ask him to bring you a rag. He returns with a yawn and usually you’d apologize for keeping him awake. Tonight, you’re too nervous to say anything. He wipes you down, but he does it in an unfamiliar and disconnected way. He doesn’t know-or remember-how to care for you.

You pretend to sleep when he settles back into bed, hesitant lips touching your temple.

You don’t say goodnight.

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #spider man 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #can i say i am a PETER B PARKER STAN!#i want miguel to die but i also want him to dominate me so #pls lmk of any formatting issues! first time using read more

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zephyrine-gale · 2 months ago

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shop is open!

#shop update #please lmk if you run into any issues!#I'll be going back to making more charms now :3

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clownartmonth · 1 year ago

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2023 Prompt List

The 2023 Prompt List is here!

Clown Month is an event held in July, in the same vein as Inktober or Mermay, where you create one piece of art for every day of the month.

The only goal of the event is to inspire art and celebrate clowns, so the prompts are entirely optional - you can skip prompts, combine them, ignore them entirely, only do certain days... just have fun!

This is open to all forms of art! Drawing, writing, makeup, doll-making, ...

If you want me to reblog something you made for/is inspired by the event, you can: 1. tag me in the post 2. use the tag #clown month 2023 or 3. send it as an ask or a submission.

If you do NOT want me to reblog your work, please say so in your post.

If you have any other questions, feel free to send me an ask or a dm!

Also, thank you to @demoniclown and @misumisu2002 for sending in their clownsonas for the illustration, and to anyone else who came by during the streams to say hi or give feedback :°)

Image ID and prompt list under the cut

Image ID: A banner at the top of the image reads "Clown Month", with "@boxbug presents" written above it. A yellow balloon with "2023" floats next to it. 3 clowns hold up panels that list all the prompts. The list is as follows:

Clownsona

Pride

Merry-go-round

Tarot

Dessert

Egg

Mask

Mirror

Bug

Game

Valentine

Dance

Abstract

Demon / Angel

Sea

Night

Creature

Forest

Rain

Comet

Fight

Strawberry

Sci-fi

Ruffles

Halloween

Paint

Vintage

Joy

Melancholy

Guardian

Dream

#if there are any issues with the image id lmk! i'm not used to making them #clown month announcement #clown month 2023 #clown art month #clowncore #clownblr #clown art #clownsona #kidcore #circuscore #art #art challenge #prompt list

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fr-thrice · 5 months ago

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I'm reopening USD scanned sketch commissions, yippee! Here are some examples of past completed commissions (too many to tag all the dragons). It has been a while, so I need to get back into the groove of it :)

My page is here, where you can learn more, as well as view one of several collections of art examples (with the dragons tagged)!

#g postin #fr commission #fr art #flight rising #partial and fullbody were increased slightly since i end up taking a long time on them ^^#lmk if theres any issues wheeee

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a-most-beloved-fool · 2 months ago

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One potential Tarsus IV side effect that I don't think I've seen much of is Kirk not really having hunger cues.

This would mean that Kirk might forget meals regularly, especially when particularly busy or dealing with crises. A high-tension week may pass, and Kirk will look back on it and realize that he ate about ten meals during that six or seven day stretch, and oops, he's really rather lightheaded now, but if he tries to eat a full meal he'll definitely make himself sick. so he has to start with, like. One Cracker and a glass of water, and slowly build up to real food again.

Spock and Bones, upon learning this about him, would be mother hens. They would take it upon themselves to make sure he eats, both by coercing Kirk to take meal breaks, and by carrying around ration bars and fruit.

Spock would be able to Tell whenever Kirk forgot to eat breakfast and would silently hand him some kind of snack, which Kirk would then sheepishly accept. If he decided they'd all been on the bridge for too long, he'd send a yeoman to pick up sandwiches for everyone, and he'd forgive Chekov for smearing mayo on his controls, because if everyone else was eating, Kirk would remember, too. He'd bring out grazing-food, like a cheese board or nuts, during their chess matches that Kirk could snack on. (and then he'd do his very best not to blush when Kirk licked his fingers clean.)

Bones would help Kirk set up and maintain meal schedules and plans, and make sure that he got all the nutrition he needs even during bad eating weeks (by hypo-ing at abandon, if need be, though he'd prioritize Actual Food). He'd mandate meal-breaks, and physically drag Kirk down to the mess, if necessary.

Both of them would make a point to eat meals with Kirk whenever possible, because it's harder to forget when you've got company. Whenever either Spock or Bones was busy or otherwise out-of-commission, the other would become doubly diligent about taking meals with Kirk. (If Kirk was sitting at Spock's side in sickbay, McCoy would bring meals to the bedside and would eat with him, ignoring his "don't bring food to sickbay" rule.)

(Personally, I like the idea of Spock later becoming known around Starfleet Academy for always having food available for hungry cadets. His desk would constantly be stocked with fourteen different types of ration bars just to make certain he had something available for everyone with specific dietary needs, and any time a cadet forgot breakfast or lunch, they'd know they could go to him. McCoy would offer the same to his patients.)

(Sorry, I'm going to talk about the side effects of starvation for a minute underneath here, don't read if that's rough on you. It's not graphic. I wrote all that out before realizing that it wasn't really necessary for my little fandom post, but didn't want to just. delete it.)

(also, please note that I'm not a food scientist or expert. this is all generally correct, to the best of my knowledge, but I'm not going to promise that I've got the correct terminology, nor am I going to claim that I know better than anyone else)

If you skip a meal or two, or you just don't get enough to eat, you get hungry. Your stomach growls and aches, and it generally kinda sucks. It's a constant discomfort, because you body is telling you, "Hey, I need food. Now, ideally."

If you continue not eating, or not getting enough to eat, though - your body adapts. It knows that saying, "I'm hungry!" isn't doing much. It assumes that there isn't food for you to eat, because if there was, surely you'd be eating it. And, well, it's a little pointless to have an alarm going "Eat now, eat now!" when you can't.

So it stops sending hunger cues.

You don't feel 'hungry' anymore, in the classic sense, at least. You still need food, but your stomach doesn't hurt. Maybe you feel a bit lightheaded, or a bit hollow, but you're not constantly aching. This is part of starvation mode.

For as long as you continue not getting enough food, this stays true. When you are once again consistently eating the amount your body needs, eventually, you will come out of starvation mode. Your body will resume hunger cues.

Except, sometimes it doesn't.

Sometimes, even when you're able to eat as much as you need once again, your hunger cues just. Don't come back. You forget to eat a meal? You might not even notice, because you didn't get hungry about it. It becomes hard to tell when you need food because you don't get hungry.

This means that you have to be careful about keeping on top of things. It becomes really easy to slip back into poor eating habits - even if your original bad eating habits were manufactured by poor circumstance. You might need eating schedules, or food that's less draining to prepare, or to start going to restaurants, but you have to find some way to manage it to stay healthy.

#also adhd is a common headcanon for Kirk and it ALSO often results in people flat out forgetting meals even if they do get hungry #tried to use the most common tags for this so hopefully people who don't want to see food issues manage to avoid it #but if i should add any other tags lmk #tw skipping meals #eating disorders #tw eating issues #eating issues #tw ed descussion #tos #star trek #tarsus iv #james t kirk #star trek tos

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