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wildest dreams ft. Suguru Geto

summary: You never thought of getting along with anyone else, or even getting a tattoo. However, Suguru Geto came and changed your perspective on these matters.

wc: +9k

warnings: tattoo artist! Suguru Geto x professor! Reader, fem!reader, smut, MINORS DNI, nipple playing, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), penetration, kinda "slow burn", mention of family issues, praising, grammar mistakes

a/n: first of all i want to say that i don't know what the fuck happened that i wrote 9 fucking K words, but I'm very happy with the outcome. Second, I wanna thank @https-jane who came into my dm and sent me this amazing prompt of tattoo artist! geto (I'm really sorry I took that long to finish writing). Third, I'm no specialist into tattoos or whatever, so, please, don't mind if there's any mistakes about it, it's purely fictional. Moreover, thank you everyone for the support and the patience, I love you all <3

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Your high heels rattled against the white hallway’s floor. Clipboard on your right hand a bag of your personal items on the left as you found your way to your next class. Your black pumps heels matched your outfits, beige suit with slim-fit pants and, for sure, you couldn’t forget your favourite turtleneck black shirt underneath. It wasn’t easy for you to be this younger in such a honoured position, professor of the best College of your country, you built your reputation with your blood, sweat and tears and everyone knew how severe you were about your job. Earn respect wasn’t easy, but you managed your way till you reach the highest place you could ever think of.

That said respect displayed now when you walked past some students, they would avoid your way and stare at you with esteem. You didn’t, though, frightened them at all, no, they respected you for who you were while teaching: be it with iron fist or not on your subject, you were the one who supported your students the most at the College. They were not wrong, indeed, passing through your lessons were water divisor, if that was the saying, in your student’s life. And you promised to do what was your best: teaching.

You stopped in front of your classroom, the wooden door lightened by the light all over the hallway and inside the room. One of the wonders of being a professor was that you could watch your students from outside, not in a strange way, but somehow you ended up knowing their mannerisms in class and how they reacted through life, and you always noticed when something bad or good happened to them. In other ways, you used to reach them so easily due to it, there’s no way you’d see on of them low-spirit and do nothing about it. Your soul wouldn’t allow it.

However, right know, you stood up and looked on your students, girls and boys, men, and women. Either younger or older than you, messing around the chairs. Loud laughs reached your ears, muffled by the walls. I could let them enjoy more time, I guess… You thought before you gave a sight at a talkative couple at the hallway. You stared at them just for a second, mind architecting your train of thought for the class you’d given right away.

Well, you had your relationships before, but none of them that remarkable. You don’t remember the butterflies on your stomach, romantic shivers down your spine or whatever anything related to romance fall back to the ones who truly fall in love – or met love in real life, out of books and movies. And you didn’t expect to feel anything at all, you didn’t need to. All you have to focus is job and only your job, who needs more than that? You only have to do what you love and look after your students, so they’ll have the bright future they deserve, that’s all you need.

Time to go. You thought when you held the doorknob and turned it, a flimsy click! echoed through your class and your students hushed their loud voices. How you enjoyed first day classes with freshmen, they were so curious and eager to learn and discover. Well, that’s how it goes when you stare at each one of them as they came back to their desks. Most of them were sure your age, and you smiled at the realization that many of them could be your classmates if it was another moment of your life.

“Hello, my newest students.” You greeted them as you placed your belongs on your own desk at the center of the room and then you found yourself walking in front of it just to lean your back on the wooden, just to be face to face them. You posture lazy, yet your Aurea still affected them. “Since it’s our first day meeting, how about we introduce ourselves, huh?” They nodded simultaneously and you almost laughed at the sight, no reason needed for them to be this nervous, you were sure of that. “Fine, I’ll go first then.”

“I’m Y/n L/s, 26, I’ll be your professor this semester. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the ride!” You chuckled and their expressions softened a little. See, I’m not that monster y’all paint me. “Now that you know me, who’s next? C’mon, c’mon, I wanna know you!” You clapped your hands, and, for a moment, they stared at each other in panic, before a white-haired tall man stands up. He wore jeans and a white shirt that matched his hair, and you wondered why he had his sunglasses on.

“The name is Satoru Gojou, miss L/n. 27 years.” He took of his glasses exposing his deep blue eyes, and you couldn’t help but to find their colour exquisite. He pinned the object on his collar and stared back at you with cheerful eyes. “May I ask you a question, miss L/n?”

Here we go… You knew that kind of student, they always pop up each new wave of freshmen with the same old question in their eyes. “Of course, Satoru. Go ahead.” You crossed your arms on your chest, waiting.

“You’re so young. How did you get there?”

“Satoru, haven’t your parents told you we don’t hurry things?” You clicked your tongue and then left out a slightly laugh. “Boy, my path was long and hard, that’s how I get there. I’m sorry, dear, but this all you’ll get from me.”

“Thank you, miss L/n.” He nodded in respect and, before he had his seat, he said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Satoru.” You faced the whole class with a bright smile. “Y’all, indeed, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, may we go on?”

And that’s how it goes for a long time, each one of them introducing themselves and you, they’ve made their questions and you’ve answered them the best way possible. By the end, you got their attendance list and checked it out. There was only one name that wasn’t spoken of the whole dynamics. Suguru Geto.

“Who’s…” You frowned your brows, pencil in hand and his name underlined. “Who’s Suguru Geto?”

“Miss…” Gojo raised his hand the moment your lips vocalized that name, he looked a bit worried for you about this matter. However, he couldn’t spill his words, since a knock on your door won everyone’s attention.

“Later, Satoru.” You dismissed him and raised your voice to the one behind the door. “Come inside, I want to begin now.”

Once again, you heard that click on the doorknob just for it to be opened. You weren’t ready for that sight. Not really.

He was tall, probably your age, with long, really long dark locks falling on his shoulders. His dark hair sculpted his beauty and something inside you shook, and his eyes fell on you. His voice was hoarse when he turned to you on an apologetic way. Fine, stop, he’s your student and you don’t even know his name. Stop it, y/n, remember your career.

“I’m sorry, miss L/n. I’m late for you class.” He gave you a bow and you tried not to focus on his long-sleeved black shirt. Seems that he liked the colour and how it fitted him. You coughed a little trying to recover and find your voice. A man like that can’t have you instable. No one can.

“As long as it doesn’t get usual for you.” Now you were showing the professor everyone talk about. The fierce and exigent one. “But I’ll watch you…”

When he stood up, his eyes travelled up and down your body and you swore to all existing deities for him to stop. You felt like Lucifer himself sent this one to your class just to destroy everything you built up along these years.

The silent class watched you both and you nod you head to him. He frowned his eyes in confusion and you chuckled. “You’re late, but we were introducing ourselves. I’ll go again. I’m Y/n L/s, 26, your professor.”

“Oh, sorry.” He laughed unease and you smiled at him. “Suguru Geto, 26.”

Oh, so there he was. Why is my heart beating like this? Stop! Stop! Stop!

“Just when I was wondering where you were, Suguru…” You checked his name on your attendance list when he rubbed his hands, ready to say something. You pointed the pencil at him. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ll watch you next classes. Fine?”

“I’ve never doubted your words, miss Y/n.” He placed his left hand above his chest, right on his heart and you almost fluttered at his words. The way he said your first name should’ve been interpreted as disrespect, but for you… You enjoyed the way your name echoed from his lips. You enjoyed too much for your taste.

Your sight caught a glimpse of the back of his hand when his sleeve fell on his wrist as he moved. What was that? A stain? A mark? You wanted to know, but maybe it was your eyes playing with you. However, you ran out of time, anyway. He was already leaving to his desk. Not before whispering.

“A pleasure to be watched by you, y/n.”

Suguru Geto watched you with eager eyes the whole time. You felt it burning your skin, and your mind couldn’t help but wonder what was behind those eyes of his. He himself took notes and tried to pay attention to what you were saying, however, it was hard to think when you looked so fine in your business clothes.

“What were you doing?” Satoru’s voice took him from his reveries. The white-haired man seated next to him gazed at Suguru with wondering eyes. “And now, you don’t seem to be paying attention… Not at all.”

Suguru rolled his eyes. “I was at the Studio” He rested his chin in his palm, his gaze locked now on your movements in front of the class. “A lot of people booked this week, so I had to organize and schedule them. Anyway, you-“

“Suguru Geto” His heart beat fast when you called his name, your annoyed tone thrilled something inside him that, right now, he couldn’t name. “And Satoru Gojo, is there a problem?”

“No, not at all, miss Y/n.” Suguru bowed, and he felt this weird urge to tease you. Not the moment. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, m’sorry too, miss L/N.” Satoru followed him, and you nodded your head in disapproval. Disregard the whole situation, the black haired one chuckled and he found himself looking for your eyes – he expected them to meet his. Somehow, you got his attention. And, dear, he wanted to know you even more. Even mark you…“This is it, for now.” You finished your lecture and smile at them. Their tired expressions made you feel sorry, it’s never easy to understand, neither to get everything you’ve spoken the past hours. Needless to say, that you were tired as well, but there were some matters to overcome by now.

“Geto Suguru?” You called him out loud while you packed your things. Your back facing him and his classmates. “Still there?”

“Yes, miss y/n.” His voice resonated from your right. He probably was heading to the door by now. Yet here you got him stuck, he must wait and listen to what you have to say. Even if it means to face the curious eyes of his classmates. Not that he cared about them. He didn’t care at all.

“Stay there, I want to talk to you in private. Got it?”

“I’m all yours, miss Y/n.”

You shouldn’t say such things to your teacher, Suguru… You thought as you finished and then had a sip from your water bottle. Now your hips rested on your desk, and you were face-to-face with him, arms crossed on your chest.

“So…” You coughed. His eyes were deeply on you. Now that the two of you were alone in the classroom, you realized that he was far tall from you. His sleeves emphasized his muscled arms and torso, black fitted him so well… stop daydreaming, y/n! “I don’t know who you are or what you do with your life, but I don’t accept anyone messing with my classes. You gotta follow the rules, Suguru.”

You don’t know how it happened and why it happened, the means didn’t matter now though. Suddenly, Suguru’s fingers fondled your cheek’s skin just before pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. They burnt all their path and you felt yourself blushing, no words available on your brain for you to say anything. You were locked within that moment, and he knew it. His closeness could make you even more flustered. He found it adorable the way your mouth opened a little – your shocked expression, mainly – as he ran his fingers on that single strand of hair. Your bottom lip an invitation for him to taste you. But not now. “Sorry, miss. I overstepped, but this strand seemed to be annoying you.”

He stepped back and then you got a broken spell. You shouldn’t let him affect you this way. You uncurled your arms and dismissed him with a wave of your hands, you tried to ignore the way your heart slammed your ribcage. “Look, Suguru, I just want you to behave on my classes, here’s my domain.” Your voice was harsh now. You wouldn’t let him mess with you. No one messes with you. “So, please, avoid it and we’ll not trouble each other. Fine?”

“Fine, miss. I won’t trouble you, neither me.” He nodded before a goodbye escaped from his lips and then, he left. He footsteps echoed on the room even after he closed the door. You released your breath – air that you didn’t even notice you were holding back. What the hell…

First step: you’ll stop thinking about him. You don’t need it. It’ll only break your heart and mess with your plans. Just focus on teaching him and his classmates and then the semester will end.

Second: why the hell he is so good looking? It should be a crime. And… “I forgot to check that mark on his wrist…” You closed your eyes and placed your hand against your forehead, praying for whoever were up there in the skies to look for you through the next weeks and months. “Fine, you gotta recompose yourself, y/n.” You slapped your cheeks with your hands, it burned a little, but you felt yourself back to action. “Now, head to the next class…”

On the other hand, Geto Suguru met Satoru on the hallway. His friend asked him so many questions. But all he could think about was you. You and how flustered you got. He barely touched you, yet he managed it… He found himself looking at you, no, staring at you, your eyes and then… your skin.

Your skin was so empty. Like a blank canvas. Each part of you. Even if he hasn’t seen underneath your clothes, he knew it. Somehow, he had an eye for it… And, he was a tattoo artist, he absolutely had an eye for it.

He longed for you, to touch your skin and mark you. Paint you and discover unknown places on your body. Just some ink on your skin would thrill him, for him to paint your silk and warm skin… A delicate flower on your nape, maybe a small sun behind your ear… A snake in between your breasts or around your wrists… An anchor just right on the bottom of your tummy… And if he was lucky enough, maybe a four-leaf clover on your pelvis as charm for whoever got to see you and what you hide underneath your serious facade.

That must be me…

Some weeks later

You ambled away on the counter, a glass of some coloured drink you found yourself enjoying too much for your taste. Your eyes roamed over that place you were with your friends, Utahime and Shoko, when they finally stopped on them.

“Y/n, you’re so serious. What’s up?” Utahime raised an eyebrow at you. The black-haired wondered what made you get so silent today. You were oddly quiet for a Friday night.

“Nahh, just chilling.” You dismissed her and took another sip of your drink. “Tough week at work, ya know?”

“Her students got her crazy, Hime, don’t mind it.” Shoko walked past you to lean on the same counter as you. With challenging eyes, the brunette stated. “Bet we could make her forget about them.”

Take that long black hair out of my mind and then we talk, you rolled your eyes.

“Agreed.” Utahime smirked and, before you could protest, they had you by both your arms dragging you to the dance floor.

“Hey! No, Hime, Shoko, I don’t dance!” You tried to reach them, however, they were invincible on they will. “Let me go!”

“No way, baby, we’re going to dance” Utahime said when the three of you stopped at the middle of the dance floor. Some random song playing out loud made your body tremble. Too loud.

“Come on, y/n, it’s Friday, forget about work for a night, okay? For us, please.” Shoko said as her body started to move. You laughed at their faces and followed their pace. Yeah, maybe it was really good if you forgot School for a night, right?

Right, I might even get someone who will make me forget him…

Soon enough you felt yourself hot, maybe it was the tight dress you decided to wear this night, maybe from the amount of bodies that were dancing vividly there, you didn’t care. It felt good, you felt free, and, for a moment, you forgot everything but your friends and dancing along the song. You were not drunk, but surely the alcohol got its effects on your body, you felt light. Happy.

You needed one more drink, for sure. There’s no way you wouldn’t enjoy this night without one more, you licked your lips in anticipation already feeling the taste on your tongue.

“Girls, I’ll get some alcohol, y’all want more?”

“No!” They said in unison, you laughed out loud with them and left to the bar again. There you found the barista and ordered one drink for you. Meanwhile, you gazed him. He was fine, had a black stripe tattoed on his face that made him sexier than ever and a long black hair tied into a bun…

Black hair.

“Fuck” You muttered when his face showed up on your mind again, couldn’t you just stop thinking about him? “Please, get me the strongest you have there.”

“Mmm” He stared at you with interest. “Such a change of choices, what happened?”

“I’m trying to have some fun, what about you?” You smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. He had a nice smile too, nice lips… You might have some fun tonight.

“Bet my night could be better with someone by my side.” You found yourself watching him prepare your beverage, nice and pretty arms…

“Mmmm, who could have the pleasure to?” You stated and leaned more to listen to his reply, he’s on your hands you know it. And you just need him to answer your signals and you both will have some fun…

“What about it to be y-“You would never know the man’s answer, since a pair of blue eyes and white hair popped up out of nowhere in front of you. Needless to say, you found yourself back into your sober state instantly.

“Miss l/n? The Miss L/n?” A shocked voice fulfilled your ears and both of you and the man turned to see who it was. Satoru Gojo. Your student. At the same bar you were. Calm down, y/n, you’re the same age, of course this would happen someday.

“Just Y/n, Satoru, we’re out of professional place” You sight and smile at him. You can feel he’s analysing you and your clothes, your state. Fuck. “What brings you here, then?”

“My friend’s studio is just by the end of the avenue, he wanted me to get us some alcohol for when he’s done with his job.” He gave you a mischievous smile. “And you, y/n, what are you doing here?”

“It’s Friday, Satoru, I have friends.” You said sarcastically as you picked up your drinks from the barista, his eyes said something to you, but you were not in the mood anymore. “I can think of other stuff than college, you know?”

“I know, miss, don’t worry.” He laughed while he crabbed some beer. You wondered which one of his friends he was going to meet… No, you were now following that train of thought. “Anyway, I’d be please if you introduced me to some of your friends…”

“Mmm, nope. Bye, gotta go.” You waved at him and smiled sadly to the barista. “My friends are waiting for me.”

“Y/n!” You heard him protest, but you were already on your way to the dance floor. Why had it to be Satoru Gojo? What did he get eyeing yourself? Was his friend around? You didn’t want to find out if he was, not at all.

Maybe you want…

“Girls, girls” You called them, and they turned to you, their skin bright with sweat. “We gotta leave. Now.”

“Oh-wait? Leave?” Utahime complained. “Why? Don’t tell me you want to go work-“

“No, it’s not it!” You said it louder. “I was getting along with the barista and…”

“The barista, uh?” Utahime giggled and Shoko sent you that smile.

“Shut up, Hime.” You rolled your eyes and, drink in one hand, and her arm on the other, you pushed them outside. “One of my students is here.”

“Oh, so it’s job related.” Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose. “Why would you care about a single student, y/n?”

“Uhm, ah…” You stumbled with your words, and their pissed expressions suddenly changed to curious ones. “How can I explain…”

“He’s the one who clearly flirted with you in classes?” Utahime spitted it out fast and clear, you couldn’t help but blush a little. Hell.

“Wait. Is that the reason? He flirted with you and now you’re running away?” Shoko glanced at you with unbelievable eyes. “That’s not the y/n I know…”

“Fuck you two!” You almost screamed and you hung your hand above with middle finger in the air to them. “No, he’s not the one who flirted with me, he’s his friend. And I’m sure that mother fucker will call him there. And, yes, I don’t want to meet him here, I don’t know if things would get professional still.”

“So… You want to make out with him, but you’re still afraid of how it’ll affect your job.” Shoko stated. You nodded and you felt your cheeks warm at the realization. “Hm… Not only make out, I see.”

“Y/n, please, fuck your job. Won’t this be an only nightstand? Go fuck that man if he shows up, I’m sure you’ll spell him…” Utahime said with a laugh. “I want to go back inside…”

“Nope, I won’t be going back.” You plodded down the road, getting away from the bar’s entrance. They followed you complaining, but not letting you go alone. “Do you have anything in mind for us to go now?”

“We’re too beautiful and hot to go home now.” Utahime enounced, her index finger on her bottom lip. Her thoughtful face serious when she stared the dark sky.

“What if we get some tattoos?” Shoko said, her arms crossed on her chest and a challenging look at you and Utahime. “I heard there’s a good studio near here…”

“But…” You tried to argue, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Afraid, y/n?”

“What? No!”

“Then, you and I and Hime are heading to the studio. What about it, Hime?” She turned her head to Utahime who was smiling devilish.

“Great, great.” She spread her arms wide. “This is just the beginning of the night.” And then she smirked at you. “We might even find someone out there.”

If luck’s on my side, nope. We’re not.

Well… Luck isn’t on your side. Not at all. However, it depends on the point of view, right?

Getou Suguru saw when you got into his studio from inside his place. You were… stunning. And these were not the proper words to describe you, but he found himself speechless. He daydreamt of you, of your skin getting painted by his hands the whole weeks past your first met. And there you were. What reason would bring you there if not to ink your skin?

“That’s interesting…” He whispered when he watched you and your friends sit down on the coach, he wondered why you seemed so pissed with them. They mocked with you so many times about something that a sweet pout formed on your smooth lips. He wanted to stain your lipstick…

“Sugur-!” Satoru called him too loud, however the dark haired one hushed him before you realized who were inside that place.

“Shut up, Satoru” He whispered, and Satoru shut his mouth. His blues eyes curious about the sudden behaviour of his friend.

“I brought the beers you asked me… Why are we whispering?”

“Look out there.” Suguru prodded his head, his hair falling on his side on the loosen bun above his head. “We have interesting costumers tonight…”

“She ran away from me… At the bar.” Satoru said and smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t look at me like that, Suguru, bet she was afraid of finding you after all.”

“Why would you say that?” He placed his recently cleaned equipment on his working table. Everything organized from the last customer he appointed. I wasn’t expecting to work more tonight, guess I’ll open exceptions…

“It’s been weeks since our first class with her, and it’s clearly that she feels uneasy, in the good way, when you’re around.” He smirks and roll his eyes. “I’m sure you don’t need me to say this, you know it yourself. And… I’d pay to see her reaction to that…” He pointed to the other’s arms.

His right arm from wrist to his right chest was full of ink. The biggest and largest one a snake that wrapped all that extension, that’s the one you saw a hint of ink on your first class. He will never forget your curious eyes. He wanted to tease you so bad about it, but you were already on your “professor” facade, it would only mess with him. And there’s his favorite one, a dragon on his forearm. Would you like this one as well? And the smallest ones? He wondered…

“Yeah, but you’ll not have this pleasure, only me.” Suguru flexed his arms and stretched himself. “Now, stop staring at her friend, you’re going to mess with my carpet if drool slips from your mouth.”

“Yuck, why did you have to say that?”

“Get out of here, Satoru, we gotta work.” He stared at your face from behind his door, you were worried about something. It was probably about getting your first tattoo, but it doesn’t matter. He would make it a special moment for you, very special.

You almost cursed when you saw Satoru once again that night. He’s here. I’m sure. Oh, my fucking God.

He showed no reaction to you at all, he was dressed up as the same he was at the bar, however, he politely greeted you and your friends. He guided you three about the process and the payment. When he finished, you three nodded in understanding.

“Fine, last warning: we have only one tattoo artist at the house in the moment.” His eyes ghosted over each one of you, but you’re sure they took longer at Utahime’s, the bright on her eyes said she noticed as well. “So, who’s going to be the first one? Shoko? Utahime?’ Her name slipped from his mouth like honey, and you almost blushed for being the third wheel there. “Or miss y/n?”

“Satoru, I’ve already warned you before, there’s no miss out here.” You complained lowly, however your girls listened to you, their bodies turned to you in a rush as what do you mean you know this hot guy and haven’t told us. “We know ourselves from College…”

Satoru giggled at their expressions since their mouths formed a perfect ‘o’. You rolled your eyes and huffed. “Okay, who’s going to be the first one?”

Shoko answered you first, with a devil-may-care expression. “I already have one, I wonder what your reaction to your first tattoo will be, my dear girls.”

“I have some stuff to do…” Utahime dismissed you both with a wave of her hands. She was clearly flirting with Satoru and now ignored you both.

“Fine, so there’s only me.” You gulped your fear while you held your hands together. They were sweaty, an unease feeling rose inside you. You weren’t supposed to do that, instead, something brought you there. Not your friends’ will, but your own. “Who’s in charge?”

“It’s me, teacher.” You froze in place when you listened to his voice. How could you not recognize him? The one who’s been on your mind ever since you first met. “So, I’ll get the pleasure to mark you, miss Y/N.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Ah-uh- “You stumbled with your words before turning around to meet him. Nothing prepared you for the sight. Nothing.

He was wearing a black tank top, so dark as his dark hair could be. They highlighted his muscled arms and his… tattoos. You found out what you’ve been dreaming of, what he hid underneath his long sleeved shirts.

His skin was art. There’s the only way to describe it. Art. Inked from his wrist and meandered to his covered chest. You wondered if he had more of them that were covered… Fuck.

“Miss?” Suguru Geto called you back from your reveries and, by the smirk he wore on his lips, he knew what you were thinking. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“Okay.” You coughed; mouth dry from nervousness when you stepped closer to him. Not before you said to the girls. “If you need something, call me as soon as possible, right?”

By their expressions, you were sure they knew who he was, and you wanted to punch their faces more than anything. They dismissed you with jiggles and ‘it’s okay, enjoy your time.’

You rubbed your hands in order to recompose yourself before looking straight at him. Your bodies were close when you walked next to the door he was leaned on. You’d show him no fear. I’m Y/n L/s, I fear no one. “So, Suguru Geto, how do we begin?”

“Please, make yourself at home.” He smirked and his eyes had a dangerous bright when he opened his arms showing you the way. Gee, make me not regret this, please.

“So… Tattoo artist?” You stared at him with curious eyes, an attempt to hide your nervousness to be not only around him, but to get your first tattoo.

“Mmm” He muttered as he picked up his books with designs and settled them on your lap, you were seated on his armchair, he crouches in front of you and opened them before his eyes meet yours. “Yes, this is how I gain money to pay my bills and more.”

He observed you as you flipped through the pages, you tried to avoid stare at his arms or anything but his face. His designs were… beautiful. More than beautiful. “What do you think about them?”

“Art.” You breathed out when you passed the tip of your finger above the lines. “They’re art.”

He left out a muffled laugh and kept staring at your reactions. You were exquisite. Someone who lived so much to rise as a teacher at that College, but amazed by his simple stuff. “Miss.”

You turned your face to him. “Suguru, you don’t need to call me ‘miss’, we’re not in class.” You frowned your eyebrows in annoyance. “There’s no need for formalities.”

“I’m quite into our formalities, y/n” He whispered, and you felt your heart racing inside your chest. The way he looked at you messed with your mind; he couldn’t be staring at you like that. No one should’ve stared at you like that.

“M-mm, which one do you think I should do?” You stuttered showing him his own designs. Changing the topic for the better, always.

I see what you’re doing, y/n. And I quite enjoy the road we’re taking.

“Okay, allow me to show you” He stood up and took the books off your hands. “Is it your first one?”

“Ye-yes, and my friends brought me here. I can’t just go away, otherwise they’d kill me.” You laughed while he put away his books, just to show with a small mirror in hands.

“Hold this.”

“Okay.”

“Why haven’t you tried before?” He tightened his bun above his head when he walks behind the armchair you were settled. “I wouldn’t let them kill you, for a matter of fact.” He whispered when he placed himself behind you, hands hovering your nape. “Allow me?”

“Wha-what?” Your cheeks were reddish. You were sure. And fuck Suguru geto for making you stutter. He indicated that he was going to hold your hair behind your ears, a raised eyebrow for you. “Oh, right, sure.”

“Look, first I thought you could have one here.” His fingers fondled the skin behind your ear, that was hard not to shiver. So hard. “Maybe that sun you saw previously, what do you think?”

“Maybe.” You muttered. “I don’t think it is a good idea, since… you know… The teacher thing…”

“Mmm, fair point. So, on your nape is out of question?” He lowered himself and you felt his breath against your skin, he pulled your hair higher to expose your skin. “I have a flower… Maybe a sunflower that would fit you right for there.”

“Please, no. Not yet.” You bit your lips, this was going way to far, maybe if you set off the thing…

“Why not? You aren’t afraid, are you? Of the pain? What is it that you’re hiding, miss y/n?”

“What?!” You jumped on your place when he whispered that on your ear. He was so close, you heart beating so fast. You felt hot, something inside you felt hot and you had to cross your legs. “I’m no-ot hiding anything, it’s nothing.”

“Tell me, miss y/n. Why are you so nervous around me? If you have no secrets to hide…” He let go of your hair, his palm ghosted your spine till the bottom of your back. “If you tell me, I might even show you other places I’ve dreamt of tattooing you…”

“Where?” You muttered, afraid of his answer, but your curious heart and mind spit the words out. Your hand reached his wrist, his inked one. “Where do you want to do it?” His skin was hot under your touch. You felt hot, your breath was heavy. You were more awake than ever before, all your senses enlightened.

“Darling, you have to say the words first.” He teased you but didn’t move away from your touch. Despite the fact that you were really nervous about getting your tattoo, this… provocation with him made adrenaline run through your bloodstream. It felt right. It felt good. “Tell me, what secrets do you hide underneath this fierce of yours?”

“My parents” You mused, avoiding his gaze. “I’ve always done my best, I escalated higher and higher with my efforts, but none of them were truly mine, just a few. Mostly I was afraid of their judgment, yet here I am. That’s why I hesitate so much about getting a tattoo in some exposed part of my body.” You released your breath; it was too much. You’ve never told anyone this, but him. Here’s gone all the foundation I’ve built, he’s going to tell everyone how weak I am…

“If you’re thinking I will expose yourself because you’re going to get a tattoo with me, you dead wrong, miss y/n.” His eyes are serious when he turns around to be face-to-face with you. His big hands settled on both of your shoulders. “You did think it, right?”

You nodded slightly; you couldn’t bear his gaze. Not at all. “You think I’m stupid, for sure. What kind of woman would say that?”

“No, not at all.” He shook his head and gave you a careless grin. “I wonder if it isn’t the time for you to be a little more rebellious… is it?”

The tension against your shoulders got easier with his words, you smiled, and he caressed your shoulder blades with his fingers. Good. “you said you were going to show me the places, Suguru Getou.” You teased him now, mirror placed somewhere else forgotten when you placed your hands against his biceps. “I demand you, so show me then.”

“So, demanding, miss Y/n” Suddenly, his hands were not on your shoulders anymore, but on your waist, holding you in place while his face hovered over yours. His dark eyes shining with something dangerous that made your core ache. “Darling, I think you have forgotten about your words to me…”

Meanwhile, he locked in place with one hand, the other got along the sides of your dress just to stop above your neck. Your back against his work armchair, his lips so close to yours and you wondered how they would taste, how would they feel in other places….

“Miss? Cat got your tongue?” He smirked and your eyes came back to his, you could slap him if you were not in that position. How dare him smile like this to you.

“Don’t. Call. Me. Miss.” You muffled and squirmed your body underneath his. He laughed and his following words sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ll do whatever I want to, darling, this is my domain. You’ll do as I please.”

You didn’t have enough time to react, no when his lips swallowed any words you could spit up.

His kiss burned your lips, your body. His hand tightens on your waist, while the other enveloped your neck and his thumb rested on your cheek.

Your first kiss with Suguru Geto could burn down the world if you meant to. And, for some reason, you matched. Your tongues fighting together made you embarrassingly wet and you knew your panties were stained with your slick. Fuck.

His body rubbed yours, your fingers grasped on his black tank tops while he leaned down on you to kiss your neck. He nibbled your sensitive skin and you mewled. A small whining echoing your lips.

“Miss, I’ve been dreaming of it for a while ever since we met” he said against your neck, his lips touching that place, feeling your heart rate so fast. This is how he got you, and he felt proud of himself. Only him. “That sweet red of your cheeks, that sounds… Don’t try hiding them from me, I forbid you. Show me everything you are.”

“But-but what if they hear us…” You swallowed a moan when he came back sucking your skin, his hands hovering your sides and legs in between yours, spreading you apart. You bit your lips when his knee rubbed the inner part of your tights, you were shamelessly wet and now the friction almost made you wheeze.

“Would you feel comfortable if we went to my place?” He suggested, an unease sweet action of his right now, since you were… you know… “It’s right above the studio, they won’t mess with us.”

You nodded. Mind still numb when his hands stood you up. He’s strong. “Come on, baby, I haven’t finished with you yet.” He walked with you by the hallway. His hand on the bottom of your back, fingers caressing your covered skin with sooth movements. He turned you on more and more.

“Don’t forget to show me where you want to get me tattooed, Suguru.” You whispered when you two got in front of a door, he stood behind you while he searched for his keys. However, your words twisted his insides, his cock throbbed against his clothes. His trousers too tight and dry for his taste, he wanted you.

With these words, you were pinned against the wooden door, his hands locked yours above your head. His lips against your nape, sucking and biting. Another hickey to be added with the one lower on your neck. You felt his crotch against your ass cheeks, and he was hard. Painfully hard. You moaned at the feeling, if he was that big, he will surely destroy you somehow. “Come on, Suguru, do your best and open the fucking door.”

“Fine” He growled. In a wink of an eye, he opened the door and closed it. He pinned you against the wall and kissed you harshly, his massive hands grabbed you by your ass and squeezed your flesh. With your back against the wall, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His tank top lost somewhere next to the door and now you could see all his tattooed chest. Black ink covered his skin, it was beautiful, pretty. You wanted to kiss that snake that came from his wrist to near his nipple, that one dragon on his forearm. You wanted to kiss him entirely.

“Enjoying the view, miss?” He provoked you while nibbled the bottom of your neck. He handled the strap of your dress down, just to reveal your bra. Your favourite red one that matched with your panties. It was like you predicted you were to meet him this night. “Needless to say that I am, right?”

He feasted with your body. Biting and sucking the skin of your neck and collarbone, you whimpered every time he moved, and his crotch rubbed your clothed pussy. You were hell wet and he knew it, yet he neglected to touch you where you needed the most. “Suguru, come on…”

“There’s no need to rush ourselves, darling.” He whispered against your skin and his hips were moved just to tease you, his cock rubbed against you clothed folds and clit again. Damn bastard.

However, when he kissed you, you felt yourself being carried away from the wall. He made himself to his room with you on his arms, non-stopping his kisses on your skin. When your back touched his mattress and his bed, he moaned with the way your boobs bounced.

“I swear, I could cum only with this.” He said while taking off your bra, exposing your bare tits to the cold air. You shivered but you had no time to react, only moan, when he pinched your hard nubs in between his knuckles with both of his hands. “Yes, sweetheart, you like that, right?”

His ministrations didn’t stop when he leaned down to lock his lips on yours once more, his teeth biting your bottom lip and his body shook in pleasure with the muffled moan you left out. He wanted more and more of you. More. “Sugu-suguru, ah!”

“I said I was going to show you the places I wanted to tattoo you, remember?” He muttered; his teeth nibbled the shell of your ear while you mumbled a week ‘yes’. ‘” I’ve already shown you two: one there” his fingers touched the skin behind your ear, and you shivered in anticipation. “Then here” he slides softly till he settles on your nape. He plays with your hair there, in love with the sensation of you and youonly. He’s hard as rock, he wants to take you and make you his. But not now, he has to wait. And he is a patient man.

“Then I’d slide there… slowly…” His hand fell down from your nape, sliding through your neck, collarbone, you felt hot underneath his touch and loved to see your eyes darkening with desire while his cold fingers ran down your skin till the middle of your two breasts. “There, there’s the place I’d love to tattoo.” His index hovered up and down from your collarbone to the bottom of your chest, you were speechless. Everything was hot and you were so turned on, although he hasn’t done nothing yet. “I’d love to see you with a snake tattooed all the way here” He played with your nipples, not touching them properly, but playing with them. Your core throbbed with his words. “Or a dagger, you’d be even sexier, if that’s possible. What do you think?”

“Yeah, sounds good, good.” You mewled when he kissed your mounds again, teeth playing with your hard nubs. You knew he will leave marks on your body, but you didn’t care. You’d leave yours too, his back, his neck, your claws covered all his bare skin with red. But, again, he wouldn’t complain even if you craved your name on his skin.

“And the last one for today.” He smirked when both of his hands grabbed the hem of your dress and he took of your dress and panties together. You tried to close your legs and hide yourself from him, however, he wouldn’t let you deprive him from such view. No way. “Darling, you trying to hide yourself from me?

“Mmm” You moaned when his thumb played with your clit, circle movements and he felt how wet you are.

“So wet for me… Tell me, miss, you desired me since the first time we met? You wanted to feel full of my cock on your wet pussy? Tell me, or you wanted my mouth to play with you, to taste you and make you feel good?” His cock twitched while he felt your clit throbbing against his thumb, he pinched your honeyspot and his name echoed from your mouth. Music to his ears. “Answer me, miss y/n, otherwise I’ll stop touching you.”

“Ye-yes, ye-yes, please don’t stop.” You cried out and he couldn’t say no to you. Not when his wet dreams were becoming true, not when he thought of you so many nights and got off on his hand all alone thinking of you underneath him, crying out his name.

He collected your juices, his fingers played with your slit. You were so soft under his touch and your whimpers… God, he will never get over you. He leaned down and kissed your tummy, then his tongue played with your skin just to stop by your pelvic bone to say “here’s where I wanted the most, a place that only I could tattoo and see, only this way someone could find out about the four-leaf clover, the luckiest one to see this is me, and me only. Right, miss?”

You babbled your answer to him, a song of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ when he kissed your folds. His tongue opened you up to him, he held your legs spread while he feasted himself with your juices, slick all over his face. And you screamed when he sucked your clit. God, you are just so perfect to me.

“Su-suguru, a-ah!” You felt yourself spacing out, the knot on your tummy tightened and you gasped when he inserted one finger inside you. “F-fuck.”

“Is it of your liking, miss? Should I put one more inside you?” He pounded that one finger in and out of you slowly, his voice reverberated throughout your sensitive cunt and you cried out in agreement, he stretched you out and it burned a little, but you were having the utmost pleasure.

“Faster, faster…” You begged and he heard you. Two fingers in and out of you, his tongue sucking your clit and you felt yourself snapping when your orgasm came. Your high made your sight blank and your breath heavier when you called out his name. his ministrations didn’t stop till you almost felt overstimulated when he rode you through your orgasm.

When you were back, you had the sight of Suguru Geto kneeled in between your legs. Your slick drowning his face and a mischievous smile on his lips. “Like it?” You nodded, still numb when he stood up and placed his index finger above your lips. “Suck. Now.” You shivered with his orders and, when he inserted it on your mouth, you licked it whole. “Good girl, see, how good you taste?”

“I want more” you said and stared at the bone on his trousers. “I want you, Suguru. I want you here.” Your fingers played with your lips, exposing your cunt to him. He got rid of the rest of his clothes and now you saw him at his fullest.

His body was sculpted by some divinity, you were sure. His tattoos made him even sexier. And his cock… it was so hard, the tip red and glistening with precum. You licked your lips at the sight, he smirked at you. He was big, length and shaft, and he knew it. You were salivating.

“Hold on, little girl, you’re having it all for you.” He found himself unfolding the condom against his shaft, you throbbed while watched him. Anticipation filed your guts. When he was done, he folded your legs up, his hands on your tights holding you in place while your knees were above his shoulders. “Come on, take me all, take me good, baby, I know you can do it.”

His tip slid in between your wet folds slowly, you felt your wall clenching in order to accommodate him. It burned, you felt tears filling your eyes. “Y/n, baby, I’ll stop if you want to-“

“Don’t you dare.” You hissed. “Go on, fuck. Go on.” He stimulated your clit again, to make this easier. It wasn’t your first time, you had sex before him. Still, you struggled to take him. When he finally made himself into you, it felt like paradise. He was in heaven itself, and heaven’s in between your legs. “a-ah, y/n, you’re taking me so well.”

You moaned when he folded your legs even more and leaned to kiss you, his hips moving slowly in and out of you. You felt full and warm. You saw starts every time he reached that spot you loved the most. “Su-suguru…”

“Yes, yes, y/n, good girl.” He moaned when your walls tightened around his shaft again. “You like it when I praise you? Good. Fucking. Girl. Taking me like this.” He pounded harder against you each word said. He was right. Being praised by him was one of a kind thing you’ve never thought it would make you feel good.

“I’m- I’m” You babbled when you felt your high coming again. The knot on your belly getting tight and tight. “Suguru-“

“Yes, baby, come on, cum with me. Let’s cum together.” He hurried his pace. Lewd sounds echoed all the room from your bodies meeting against each other and your mouths from where your moans escaped from. “A-ah, darling, you ha-have no-no idea of how many night I dreamt of this alone. You’re so go-good to me, come on, cum, cum around me, make a mess of me.”

Your high and his snapped together. You two moaned and both of your movements got sloppy all along. He fell above his arms not to hurt you and kissed your swollen lips. “This was the best sex I’ve ever had, miss.”

“I think you can stop calling me miss by now, don’t you?” You jiggled and kissed him back. He laughed when he fell to your side, he threw the used condom on the trash can near his bed and then turned to you.

“No, I can’t.” He placed you in between his arms. Now you two were cuddling, his dark hair like a curtain against the pillow. “It’s to sexy to call you like that after we fucked, so, nope, I won’t be stopping. You’ll have bear your sexual memories while I call you miss during classes.”

“No, way!” You laughed out loud, and the thought of classes seemed so distant. “I don’t want to think about college and work now, let us be together still. And, you dreamt about me all those months and weeks?” You raised an eyebrow at him

“Fine,” he kissed your forehead and then whispered again. “Yes, miss, I’ve been dreaming of you since we first met. You have no idea how hard it is to pay attention on what you’re saying when you walk around so beautiful and hot like this.”

“Mmm” You drowned yourself on the crook of his neck. “If you wanted to get me flustered, fine, you won.”

“HAHAHA!” He laughed against your hair. “Darling, I want so many things from you, I don’t plan on letting you go.”

“What first, then?”

“Have you decided which tattoo you want?”

Monday again and you watch your students come in your classroom. You managed to get your things ready earlier that day. Your phone rang out loud and you see Utahime’s name on the display, you smile remembering that she spent the whole weekend with Satoru Gojo while you, on the other hand, spent it with Suguru Getou. Your memories still bright on your mind when you answer her calling.

“Morning, Y/n. How’s my girl doing?”

“I’m fine, dear. Students getting into class, right now.”

“How’s your new tattoo, tell me you’re taking proper care of the stitches.”

“I am, baby, don’t worry.”

“mm, great. What is it, by the way?”

“Surprise, Hime, surprise.” With your lips curled up you watch Satoru and Suguru getting into your class and found themselves some place to settle down. Satoru’s speaking energetically to Suguru, but the dark haired one just has his eyes on you. “You have no idea of who arrived…”

“I wonder why you would think I’d be interested if Satoru’s on your class now.”

“Who said it was him?” You smirked

“Fuck you, y/n! How about the tattoo artist?”

“we’re…” You smiled at him while he greeted you with a muffled ‘miss’. “Getting along well. That’s all I can say.” You checked on your clock. “Hime, gotta hang out. Time to class. Bye, darling!”

“Bye, baby”

When you turn yourself to greet them, you felt lucky. Suguru smiled proudly of you, and you felt so lucky to have him, to have met him. And, well, the four-leaf clover on your hip bone had so many meanings to you and him. But mainly to you. It was a part of you now, a part of your story. And you’d be proud of who you were.

“Now, class, shall we beging?”

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— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you.

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

ꕥ

Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

ꕥ

‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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Hello my beloved! ( Can I call you that? And people it's platonic!) I have an idea and this is for pogtopia wilbur and ghostbur! Can you do a reader who loves painting and one morning they find a picture of them with a note about the reader confessing to then but they didn't do it in person because they were really nervous? Thank you!

And please take as much time as you want also could it be a long story? Thank you!

- Your beloved Moosh 🥺

Moosh, darling! Hello! Yes, you have my full permission to call me that, thank you for asking! This is the third time I've written this story because Tumblr just really enjoys screwing me over...

Also. You never clarified whether you wanted fluff or angst, but it's Pogtopia Wilby so I kinda just went with angst? If you want a happy end to this, I'll rewrite this no problem! But it won't be as long because... Well, you'll see. Also also, I didn't exactly know where to throw the Ghosty Bur in, so... Yeaaaah? He's at the end tho!

THE FIRST PART IS LIKE NEW NEW POGTOPIA WILBUR

TW: (Sorry it didn't save the first time) C!Schlatt, bruising, threatened hanging, self doubt

Perfect Picture of Imperfection (Pogtopia!C!Wilbur x GN!Painter!Reader)

Maybe you painted Schlatt's horns the wrong colour? Or his jawline was off? He was furious when you finally showed him your art piece... It was the best you could do with the few hours you were given! Paint physically couldn’t dry as fast as Schlatt wanted it to you… He didn’t seem to care when he threw the wooden frame of the torn canvas at you, giving you a dark bruise right above your eye, or when he started yelling at you and threatening to burn your art studio down to the ground.

Or even when he grabbed you and suggested to Quackity to hang you at the gallows for insulting the emperor of Manberg.

The man you had once been friends with grinned widely and nodded happily, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He said, without a single care that you were a living human being, only giving a cheer as he picked you up so your feet were dangling on the ground, leaving you silent in terror. Tubbo only averted his gaze.

“Aww… You’re like a little fawn, caught in the torchlight of a traveller.” The ram hybrid smiled in a sickly sweet manner, causing the colour to drain from your face, “Come now, darling, I’m not a monster… You’re the only one of Wilbur’s sweet little subjects that he hasn’t gotten back, and here I thought you were his favourite… Or maybe he left you here to act as a sacrifice so they could all be off doing their own thing... Guess he prefers Niki over you…” He whispered as he dropped you, chuckling softly as you scurried out of the building as you quite literally ran for your life.

You called Wilbur when you were safely hidden in your house, gasps and sobs leaving your mouth quicker than tears could pool out of your eyes…

“(Y/n)... You can’t be calling me when-”

“Wil…?” You whispered into the communicator, your voice shaking enough to shut him up immediately, “He… He’s going to…” Hiccuping meekly, you curled in tighter on yourself as you heard Schlatt’s loud and pompous voice come over the speaker system he had hung up all around the once beautiful country, “I think I’m going to die here…”

The dead silence that followed through the line was sickening…

“Is it true…?” You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering aloud, “Is that why I’m the only one left here? Am I a sacrifice so you can live happily elsewhere? ...Is that why you haven’t come to get me?”

“(Y/n), I want you to never utter those words again.” His voice was dark and steely as there was a bit of crashing around that came from the other side as well as faint mumbles which were clearly from Tommy judging by all the swearing, “You are not a sacrifice. Now... Get your Enderchest and Inventory packed up, I’m coming to get you tonight, and then I’ll explain in person…”

The line cut off and you slowly lowered the communicator down from beside your ear. Your heart was sinking one minute, but soaring the next… A terrible feeling really. You were saved! But… He could get caught trying to come to get you… You couldn’t let that happen for sure. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your eyes free of tears before standing up and beginning to shove any necessary equipment into your Enderchest, including your finished painting of Wilbur that you were going to give to him when he won the election… And finally, confess your feelings…

When midnight hit and the lights of the city finally died down, you climbed up onto your roof and looked around for the president, fear and paranoia flooding through your veins as your mind went wild. What if he got caught? What if he was trying to give you false hope? What if. What if. What if. These sort of questions buzzed around in your mind for an hour as you waited for your saviour to arrive…

Finally, when enough became enough and you decided he wasn’t coming, you stopped pacing and slowly sat down on the roof as the tears began to start again. You could practically hear Schlatt chiding you in the back of your mind, telling you that you were a fool for holding out hope.

“(Y/n)!” A low hiss came from beside you and a hand touched your shoulder. You certainly would’ve screamed bloody murder if another hand hadn’t quickly wrapped around your mouth, “Sh, sh, sh, it’s me… It’s Wilbur.” The voice soothed softly as the hand left your mouth, quickly allowing you to turn your head.

It didn’t feel real… Seeing him after so long… And in an outfit other than his uniform. “Wil...bur?” You repeated, staring at him for a while before giving him a soft smile filled with relief, “You really came…”

“Of course I did!” He almost seemed offended for a moment before his eyes softened as he realized what Schlatt must’ve drilled into your head. Wilbur easily caught you as you flung your self at him, quickly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair, “I missed my artiste…” He whispered, donning a temporary french accent for the word ‘artist’.

Holding back a sob, you quickly grabbed his extended hand and followed him as he jumped off your roof, safely landing in a bed of hay that you used to feed your old farm animals that Schlatt confiscated before following him out of this damned country.

After that, things seemed to change between you and Wilbur. He always seemed to be at your side, choosing to personally train you rather than letting Techno train you with everyone else, or even running over ideas on how to expand Pogtopia with you rather than with Tommy. His touches always lingered longer or he somehow wound up leaning closer to you than originally necessary, but you never caught yourself complaining. He would watch you paint beautiful designs along the armour he had gifted you, knowing full well it would chip off and was heavily unnecessary, but he only smiled and let you continue doing it as long as it didn’t interfere with enchantments.

Each day with Wilbur became better and better, but your heart physically couldn’t take it any longer, you had to tell him that you felt this way for him… The way that you had to fight back the reddening of your cheeks when his chest pressed against your back as he adjusted your stance in training, or the way you had to struggle to regulate your breathing every time he complimented you on how far you had come…

He was going to be the death of you…

Your already calloused hands were bruised and blistered, but somehow, you were still able to hold a quill, pinched in between the fingers of your dominant hand. Wilbur had come to your Pogtopia home this morning, but upon realizing that he had knocked you to the ground a little too hard yesterday as you were incredibly stiff and sore, he let you have the day off of training.

This was at least a little chance… You had torn a page from your notebook and sat down at your handmade desk with a bitter sigh. Trust me, you wanted to tell him in person, but you were just too scared… Plus, maybe you could play it off as someone pulling a prank on him if it went south.

Biting your lip, your fingers treated the quill as a brush, delicately running the ink dipped tip over the top of the paper, letting your heart control what words you wanted the ink to form.

Wilbur,

You don't realize how much you mean to me. Although we've been friends for only a year, I feel as though I've known you my entire life. My connection to you is already so deep, and my love for you is already so strong that I can't remember what my life was like before we met. Even more, I can't imagine my life without you now. I can't imagine the future without you, either.

You have saved my life several times already. You have even saved me from myself several times, too! I am so thankful for your guidance and care. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I know that I can just give you a call. I know I can depend on you and, with your help, everything will turn out well.

I want you to know how I really feel. It's time for you to know that I'm ready to admit how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I know, this isn’t the best timing in our lives, but I trust it will get better through your leadership. I love you, Wilbur.

Please, don't ever forget how much I love you.

Love, (Y/n) (L/n)

Sighing, you put the quill into the inkpot and put your head in your bandaged hands. ‘This is going to work. It will work. Go on. Have faith in yourself, as Wil said…’ You took a few deep breaths and stood up, picking up the letter once it was dry and reading it over as many times as you physically could before your mind couldn’t handle it any longer.

Walking to the door, you cracked it open to search for any sign of your president, sighing again as you realized he was likely out helping gather resources. “Is… This enough?” You mumbled sadly as you stared down at the simple letter before looking at your Enderchest in thought. Surely you could give him a few emeralds or some gold… Yeah! That’s what you’d do! Smiling in victory, you quickly wandered over to the chest and opened it, digging through it for a few moments.

It was sort of empty…

You groaned as you remembered that you haven’t really been one of the miners or forgers for Pogtopia. Instead, you were one of the warriors, focused on protecting others instead of gathering supplies.

Going to shut the chest, you suddenly paused as you saw something colourful resting at the bottom. Pushing aside your old L’Manberg uniform, you gasped as you found your old painting of Wilbur from a few months ago. It was old, yes, and a little dusty but you were still proud of it even now! Perfect.

Pulling out the painting, you began to lightly brush the dust off of the picture, smiling at the splashes of paint and colour forming a picture. It was your magnum opus.

It was a painting of Wilbur holding up a massive L’Manberg flag against the sunlight with a wide smile and hope in his eyes… This was the day that L’Manberg won independence from DreamSMP…

Standing up again, you quickly hurried out the door and walked to Wilbur’s room, silently creaking open the door and looking around, even though you were well aware that he was gone for the day. You walked over to his desk and gently setting the painting down on top of the countless sheets of work, making sure not to mix up any of the papers, then putting your letter on top where he could see it before hurrying out before you could change your mind.

Thankfully you got out when you did because, by the time you pulled an already baked potato out of the furnace, Wilbur came down the stone stairs, looking extremely exhausted, “(Y/n), my artiste…” He murmured with a smile, “I’m glad to see you’re still up and going… I was worried we would have to make you a healing pot.”

“It’s not too bad… It’s mostly just my hands that hurt.” You chuckled and held up your shaking bandaged hands, “You want me to cook you up some potatoes and carrots? Or I could maybe try and get some steak cooked up before you go to work?”

Wilbur tried to smile a bit, deciding not to question why your hands were shaking so badly, taking everything out of his inventory and placing them in their designated chests. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m going to go get ready for Tubbo’s report… I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

You gave him a small wave before Wilbur disappeared into his office. Taking a sharp intake of breath, you quickly followed after him and peeked through the tiny crack in the door where he didn’t close it all the way. He stood in his room silently for a moment before throwing his hat off at a wall, screaming into hands, muffling it heavily to the point where you wouldn’t have heard it if you were still near the furnaces. Wilbur threw off his jacket before plopping himself into his chair with his head in his hands for a few moments, then lifting it to stare at the painting that you had placed.

He was still for a long time, then he slowly picked up the note, his eyes softened slightly before his face broke out into a wide and genuinely happy smile before his mouth twitched and the smile began to fall, tears bubbling into his chocolate coloured eyes. Wilbur held the note up to his chest and slouched back against his chair, sobbing into his hand, whispering ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly.

Frowning, you realized that he physically couldn’t return your love because of the stress of caring for Pogtopia and trying to win back L’Manberg. With a sad smile, you stood up and walked to your room, putting your head down as you saw water droplets hit the stone below you, “It wasn’t a no…” You tried to tell yourself, ignoring the tears running from your eyes as you shut the door, sliding down to your knees.

The next few weeks after that were hell, the complete opposite of the Utopia that you were blinded by for the past month. Wilbur asked Techno to pick up your training, and he never even spoke to you about it again… It was the Piglin hybrid that awkwardly told you. During dinner, Wilbur would practically eat as little as possible as he ignored you, trying to make any situation where he would be in the same room as you as short as possible.

“Wil-...” You reached out to the president but watched as he only gave you the saddest gaze before walking past you as if he never saw you. But he would have no problems talking to Niki, or anyone else! It wasn’t fair!

Time ticked by in a haze of fog and you quickly watched the man you had once fallen in love with becoming a complete shadow of his former self… It was sickening… He… Lost it… His mind was becoming twisted… And all you could do was watch in horror…

You knew something was wrong when he crept away from the festival and the celebration… But you just decided that he was going to take a break from the excitement. He was quite old after all…

Then the ground shook with booming roars as TNT blew craters into the earth, sending debris scattering and people screaming, scattering for their lives. Gasps of terror escaped your lips as you realized the cause of it all… You hopped over gunpowder scented broken stone and batted the smoke away as you saw the final picture to paint the last stroke of horror in your heart.

There was a blond man with massive avian wings holding a diamond sword glimmering with enchantments as the brunet clung to his clothing, slowly sinking to his knees. With a sob of despair, you watched the man you once loved so dearly, get stabbed through the chest by his own father.

“WILBUR!” You shrieked, your ears ringing from the blast as you sunk to your knees, sobs racking your frame violently. Wilbur’s head lazily rolled to look in your direction…

And in his last dying breath… He smiled…

“That painting…” A light airy whisper echoed through the darkened stone halls of your home, “It’s familiar… Yet so foreign...”

You gave a hum as you hung your netherite armour on your stand before turning to stare at the spectral figure floating in your doorway, “Which painting, Ghostbur? There’s many… You have to elaborate.”

“Right! Because you’re an artiste!” The transparent male chirped happily, not seeming to notice your flinch, “I mean the one hanging above the fireplace, of Alivebur.”

“Right…” You nodded, following behind the eager sweater-wearing ghost down the eerie hallways and into the office, "I'm going to take it down... I think it's doing more harm than good..."

Ghostbur didn't seem to understand your reasoning, but he didn't say much, knowing that Alivebur hurt many people... But he didn't think he hurt you, "It's pretty though... But your art style has changed, in a good way though!" He smiled softly as you opened the large dark oak double doors.

You walked past your grand dark oak desk to stare at your former magnum opus, dangling above the unlit fireplace. "Hey, Bur, if you have a flint and steel, could you light the fire please?" You glanced over and watched him nod as he dug through his pockets. In the meantime, you climbed up onto the mantle and began to struggle to pull the canvas off the wall. With a bit of hassle, you managed to pull it down and toss it onto the ground before climbing down, just in time for your ghost friend to light the fire.

"Don't damage it, (N/n)! It's still really good!" Ghostbur scolded you with a pout once you hopped down and picked the canvas up, "And you used to be proud of it!"

"I'm not, don't fret too m-" You paused mid-sentence as you saw a letter tucked into the bottom corner of the back of the painting. Frowning in confusion, you slowly picked it up and turned it over into your hand, only to discover that it was addressed to you in fancy cursive, sealed with a light red and white wax seal, "What's this?"

He looked over at you and tilted his head, seeming almost as genuinely confused as you were. Ghostbur shrugged as you propped the painting up against the wall before sitting at your desk, using your letter opener for its purpose, "Love letter, perhaps?"

"I doubt it..." You mumbled softly as you carefully unfolded the paper, recognizing that it was probably a few years old, "Let's see... Who wrote this..." You hummed before beginning to read.

My darling artiste... I'm sure by the time you read this, I'm either dead or... Well, most likely dead, if all goes to plan...

I am writing this letter to you to let you know that life without you is not the same. Life without you is very sad and lonely. I have realised that it was you who keep me alive and cheerful.

I thought I would get used to your absence from my life, but every day has been harder when I think of all the good times we spent together.

There are so many things which I want to confess. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you.

And I'm not able to tell you I'm in love with you.

What an idiot I am.

And for the past few days, I've been trying to figure out, why there aren't some words to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe my love for you.

But I need that word. I need it because I want you to hear me say “I love You". I want to make the sweetest gestures in front of you which make you feel even more loved.

Trust me... I know... I act like an absolute ass towards you. I'm so scared of your life being in more danger than it was... I really did love you, and still do, but I didn't want it to hurt you more when I blow up L'Manberg...

Darling, I could have simply called you on your communicator and took you out on a surprise date but I couldn't have expressed my feelings. You have become an integral part of me. I want to give you all my love throughout my life.

The painting you made me is beautiful and I will cherish it for as long as I'm alive... It's a perfect picture of imperfection...

I Love You, (Y/n), even if by now you'll never love me back.

- Wilbur Soot

"That... That idiot..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands in an attempt to hide the tears from Ghostbur, "He planned blowing up L'Manberg from the beginning... That's why he refused to acknowledge me after I... He wanted me to hate him..."

Ghostbur held a bit of blue in his hands tightly, avoiding your gaze as you murmured to yourself, "Yeah... Most of my happiest memories involve you... That's why I couldn't understand when you said Aliverbur hated you..." He glanced away again as he saw you look at him.

"(Y/n)... Are you ever going to move out of Pogtopia?"

"Probably not for a long time, Ghostbur."

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slitherbop · 4 years ago

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.......Any papastuck hcs?

THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to publicly ramble about PAPA G AND CHUCK beware of Spoilers within ALSO HERE’S A PIC happy valentines day

When they met and Chuck was still Stuck in the floor, like Post-Chicken-Feed-Missing-Scene, Chuck would be RUDE as HELL to Papa G. But Papa G took it as realizing he’s just A Guy and was like AH MAYBE I SHOULDA BEEN GIVIN HIM REAL FOOD and then he does that, but Chuck is still a bastard to him. Not to The Kid’s knowledge tho, he only found out that Papa G knew about Chuck’s existence in the second episode like we saw.

Papa G literally just looked at Chuck and how Evil he was being at the beginning and was like OH YES WE CAN BE FRIENDS I LIKE THIS GUY cuz he DID save him and want him to be redeemed and have the last ring to be on the team... Papa G’s Immediate Trust.. like if u agree

I like to imagine that Papa G actually did have da iced tea with Chuck to get to know him :] this was Post-Chuck-getting-Cut-in-Half. Papa G is Very Curious about Chuck but Chuck’s still a rude little man at this point and Papa G laughs off his behaviour. Papa G might be f*cked up enough that he does enjoy his company, bad vibes and all

Chuck has NO idea what to make of Papa G here because no one else has ever shown him kindness or wasn’t annoyed at him. It doesn’t stop him from being a force of negativity though cuz at this point he still Believes he’s going to conquer the earth.

This ended up being like a timeline of their relationship and not relationship headcanon UUHH OOPS!!!!!

OK, Chuck actually likes that he calls him Charles it’s the special name :]

I’m prepared to be proven wrong but it would be epic if Chuck started calling Papa G “George” because he was there to hear that that is his first name and Papa G like with Tuna Sandwich doesn’t mind being called it, it’s just his name. Also George is my real name and I’d love to hear Chuck say. Also Also George and Charles are gay old man names

Uh oh I’m talking more about timeline stuff but some time after the events of the big showdown and they’re dealing with the fact that Chuck is deciding to stay here on earth, Papa G and The Kid make him his own living space there in the junkyard with them. Not sure where or what it’d look like but it means a lot to Chuck (makes this face -> 🥺) I’d imagine since his species aren’t given their own names / have individuality he wasn’t given a space of his own to do whatever he wanted with

Since they no longer have the rings, Chuck helps Papa G as an extra hand doing work in the yard (Papa G had to get used to doing stuff without being his own company :[ ) and Chuck ACTUALLY LOVES HELPING imagine that one scene where Papa G and Chuck are working together to build the ice cream megaphone truck, they’re both really skilled at building stuff and enjoy it so it’s like that pretty often!

I swear to god Papa G needs to get Chuck a wheelchair / make him one, I want to believe that he does have one and we just didn’t see it at the end of the time skip -_- :prayer: but they totally deck it the hell out (you KNOW Papa G is capable of making deadly death machines and you KNOW Chuck would absolutely love that sh*t!!!!)

Anyway back to the time skip relationship development thing: PAPA G SHOWS CHUCK AROUND HIS HOUSE I wish we knew what inside the house looked like besides the kitchen sink lol but Papa G figured if he’s gonna be around here more often he might as well show him where HE lives! Papa G is SUPER excitedly showing him all the weird stuff he’s accumulated over his lifetime. Chuck doesn’t Get the specialness of physical possessions and calls it Junk but Papa G doesn’t mind! He shows things and Chuck is confused about certain things (being an Alien) and Papa G is happy to explain everything to him.

Papa G shares Chuck his art and is showing him painting ;_; once again Chuck is a bastard and doesn’t totally get it. Papa G would definitely call HIM an artist, pointing out that all the building that Chuck does is artwork, those comics that he spent all that time reading was him appreciating the art, and that changes the way he views it. Chuck makes his own dam comics, I’d imagine the way he’d draw is very unique and the text is written in his language, and then it’s Papa G who doesn’t totally get it but is ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT!!!

Also Papa G totally takes Chuck out to the middle of nowhere to go look for junk, this is probably Chuck’s Least Favourite Activity LOL but they do spend a lot of time talking about anything, I’m really curious about what the kind of things they’d even say when they’re not faced with any threat and are only with each other *looks up at the sky in thought..*

Chuck please go off about your previous life away from earth I feel like as soon as he came here he kinda just accepted himself being Stuck Chuck and therefore had no attachment to being a nameless body in an alien army. Also Papa G please open up about your messed up secret history that warranted the government keeping tabs on you and made you live almost completely isolated.

See^ I think whatever they got going on on a DEEP LEVEL could be wild and would have so much to unravel, Chuck’s life before this was probably just 90% seeing various people DIE and was simply made to Kill people for his leader. And. you KNOW Papa G has something Messed Up about him + Is Traumatized / got “bad flashbacks” + the whole seeing himself die and being numb to it. And now that they are people who are trying to save lives on their team they could Relate to each other as the two older guys with UNKNOWN HISTORY!!!!

UUUUH OK SO SHIP HEADCANONS RIGHT. RIGHT. They hold hands :] they rarely kiss it’s mostly Papa G who kisses Chuck on the face but Chuck is forbidden from kissing unless Papa G wants to go to sleep. Also Chuck likes to be held by Papa G, they hug a lot :D Papa G takes Chuck out to the diner and gets him everything he wants <3 they go to the house and watch movies and Kid joins them too as a family ;_; Papa G goes to sleep in his god forsaken hammock with Chuck, and Chuck is like So This Is Your Weird-Ass Cocoon Huh and Papa G is like HAHA YUP and its sweet.

I’m gonna end this here thank you for reading, this is the kinda stuff I ramble on and on like this in private but I hope u enjoy some of my thoughts about this I think it’s a genius ship with so much potential and is my favourite thing right now THANKS

#SLITHER GOES HAM THE POST #kid cosmic #papastuck #stuck chuck #papa g #slitherdraws #i did draw a pic #Anonymous

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the-witches-you-couldnt-burn · 3 years ago

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It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

#maribat #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #batfam salt #batfam is concerned #Daminette #the aftermath of ‘Like I did with you’#everybody talks by neon trees #max kante has blackmail and will use it #Alix will bite if provoked #dc x mlb #damian wayne x marinette dupain cheng #Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a meta?#supportive Dupain-Cheng parents ❤️

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btswritingcafe · 2 years ago

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monthly picks by our network’s coffeehouse chat members to you!

americano kisses | myg — @sunshinejunghoseokie

The best part about working at Minju’s Perfect Cup had been the man with the gummy smile. When you come home after spending three years abroad, you find yourself wondering what could have been if only you had stayed.

• pairing: barista yoongi x

• genre: fluff, angst, coffee shop au, f2l

• word count: 4.2k

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— sarah @stopeatingwhales

Here are some of my favourite parts: Second paragraph is really beautifully written and described - love it! Paragraph 5: really beautifully written again :) ‘You found solace in the lingering smell of coffee and steamed milk stains littering your apron at the end of a long shift as you rode the bus back to your dorm, feet aching and eyelids heavy.’ I LOVE THIS I really like how Yoongi wasn’t introduced straight away, it provides more context and also creates a warm feeling overall throughout the story! :) ‘His dark eyes - the same color as melted chocolate, the sight of them leaving you as jittery as a cup of fresh coffee - were deeper than any valley or canyon you had ever seen and you often found yourself drowning in them. The deep timber of his voice easily became your favorite sound, the chime of his laughter your favorite song.’ BEAUTIFUL!!! ‘The last person you expect to find standing behind you is none other than Min Yoongi, plastic grocery bags in hand. His face is unreadable, void of any indication of what’s going on inside of his mind, or what’s going on inside of his heart.’ My heart broke I swear ‘You want him to know that for the past three years, your heart has stayed in Seoul with him.’ I can’t handle this what the hell ‘Paying it attention only seems to feed the ill feeling, the discomfort growing until it threatens to consume everything that happened to be in its path.’ Do you mean ‘paying attention to it’? ‘spreading until every last one of your nerve endings is alive and buzzing with energy’ love this

Yoongi and his refusal to let you see yourself home after you had closed up the cafe for the night, even if the sun was still making its descent in the sky, leaving the moon and stars in their wake.’ I love the repetition of ‘Yoongi’ for each paragraph - creates a really heartfelt effect ‘Some people are artists, others are the art themselves.’ IM CRYING THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PHRASE ‘It’s impossible to tell where you end and Yoongi begins.’ So cute overall, this fit was so cute and I loved every part of it ! you are a beautiful writer, i'm so astounded by your writing!

— dae @toikiii

This was very cute!! You do an amazing job of describing the scenery and it makes me feel like i've just been dropped of into the middle of the fic. I really enjoyed the tidbits of insight to the mc's life before she moved to the US. The 8 paragraphs after "It’s easy to fall back into a rhythm" is one of my favourite sections in the fic ever. Your word choice really helps sell the atmosphere and tone of the fic.

— mei @meirkive

I'm going to start this feedback by saying how much I loved the little metaphor related to coffee in the first paragraphs (“leaving you as jittery as a cup of fresh coffee), because it really sets the cute feeling that usually surrounds a coffee shop AU and adds to the whole atmosphere. Loved it! I think I found a couple of typos (literally two, I think), but the grammar and sentences are very good and the dialogues between characters all have a good flow. Perhaps things are written as too perfect and with little to none struggles for this story to feel 100% realistic, but in this case it works and it's very fluffy and cute. The way you described the cafe itself was just * chef's kiss * There were so many small details and you used all senses to introduce the place (what it smells like, how the baristas move around, the sounds) and THAT's how it should always be. I could perfectly visualize it, it all felt very real. Another thing I really appreciated is how you embed bits of the past and the characters memories without actually jumping in whole flashback paragraphs that may distract the reader from the main plot and just ruin the flow of the story. Especially loved how you naturally introduced some of the costumers.

On a more negative note (but that's really just my personal taste), I don't think this story should be considered as a reader insert and the constant use of Y/N kept sort of taking me out of the plot. It's really a personal matter and I don't intend on offending nor insulting your work in any way, but this “You” is too specific to be considered as an actual, generic and neutral reader insert. They have a tattoo, they have straight short hair with bangs and they're an artist. So, to me personally, it's an original character done and finished, but with no first name. Which, mind you, is far from being a bad thing (I prefer ocs over reader inserts), but I think that for somebody that doesn't have said specific characteristics, it would be hard to get into the story and relate to reader. Then again, this is a problem of about 90% of Y/N and I am very biased, since I prefer stories with proper original characters, and my intention was not to undermine your writing.

#fotm #fotm;august #network;post

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batarangsoundsdumb · 4 years ago

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

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reidsconverse · 3 years ago

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when mgg is feeling uninspired and stressed out and you and him have a painting date to help him realize how much he loves creating things <3

you hated seeing matthew upset, like now when he was feeling burnt out and unmotivated. he wasn't feeling that creative and you knew it was affecting him more than he was letting on. creating was his outlet, whether it was drawing or writing or painting, he always had some way of expressing how he felt until now.

you realised it'd been a while since he'd been inspired to do any of those and you took it into your own hands to get him into the creative mood again. you had a whole plan ready, you got up early that morning, dragging everything you'd bought onto the deck outside his house, setting up two canvases facing away from each other. you'd also ordered a fresh set of his favourite paint and even got him some cute custom brushes. it was perfect.

he woke up late that day, rolling out of bed at noon. but he didn't get far as you surprised him with a cute breakfast in bed, not wanting him to see what you had set up downstairs. the enamoured look on his face as you walked into the room, seeing your body covered in one of his old t-shirts, hair still messy from the night before and a tired smile resting on your lips, made your heart stutter.

you sat beside him as he ate, telling him about this crazy dream you'd had, and he laughs at it, enjoying the way your brain worked in the same insane way as his. he ate his food quickly, sharing half of it with you despite you insisting that you'd already eaten. he's sweet, slowly sliding a piece of turkey bacon towards you (faux bacon for my veggies) and laughing as you bite into it, struggling to chew off a piece as you realise you'd definitely overcooked it. he doesn't mind, he never does.

you waited patiently until he was done and when he was, you took him by the hand, making him promise to close his eyes as you pulled him through the house. you brought him outside, showing him the setup and when he see's what you've done he's speechless. partly because he can't believe you've been able to do this without waking him up and partly because he can't believe you would do this for him at all. you lead him over to the chairs you'd set him, handing him a table topped with all the supplies you would need before relaying your plans.

"we're going to paint something we love. it can be anything, you can even draw that silly little rock you found the other day." he laughs again, his eyes shining with adoration for the person in front of him. not believing that they were real, they were his...and in that moment he knew what he was gonna paint.

its quiet as you commence with your work, the chirps from the birds and the soft jazz playing from inside the house fills the air outside and you can hear matthew humming along under his breath. its peaceful. the gentle sounds of the brush hitting the paper, the small continuous glances he takes at you, thinking he's subtle but you can tell. his head popping up from above his canvas making you laugh to yourself, its peaceful.

its a while before you're done, you end up creating a replica of the toy sloth matthew had bought you 3 months into your relationship, its soft and cuddly just like him. he know's you like to cling to it the nights he's not there, and he can't even tease you for him because he loves that you do it. now, you're not a natural artist but you try your best, working your way through the colour pallette to perfect your art. you're almost finished when he calls out to you.

"are you done?" he asks, and you call out a no and tell him you'll be done in a minute. you're not, you take another 5 at least, but he doesn't complain, again...he never does.

you're not nervous showing him your work, you would be if it was anyone else but matthew....he always made you feel safe, never judged you. you count down to 3 before you flip over your canvas, his face lights up and he smiles at you as he sees what you've down, "is that....?" and you nod, watching him giggle to himself. he tells you he loves it, that its perfect.. it isn't but to him, anything you do is perfection.

you're giddy as you wait for him to show you what he's made. he's hesitant which makes you nervous but you put it down to the time spent away from creating and being so unsure of himself. he slowly turns his canvas to you, your eyes widening and jaw dropping as you see it. its you. he'd painted you and captured your beauty in a way only he could, its amazing and your heart is pounding out of your chest as you take it.

"matthew..." you get up, walking over to him as he puts his canvas back on the easel.

"you told me to paint what i love..." your breath hitches in your throat, he hasn't said those words to you before, the three big words. the words that he swore he would only say when he'd found his soulmate, the person he was going to marry - the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. "...i love you."

it's simple yet earth-shattering. everything around you stops for a moment as the words fall from his lips. the look in his eyes telling you he means it, with everything he has to give to the world...he means it.

#mgg #mgg fluff #mgg blurb #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler blurb #matthew gray gubler fluff #rc mgg

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someonemadeofstardust · 4 years ago

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the star signs as people from my life

aries: some of my favourite people. the hard workers (although a lot of the hard work goes unnoticed because it’s pretty under-the-surface, behind-the-scenes, feet-paddling-under-the-water stuff). absolutely beautiful, unfairly photogenic. a good sense of style that’s also constantly changing. more sensitive than you’d think. naturally quite athletic. neat freaks. easiest people to hold a conversation with (mostly because they laugh at anything and make you feel better about your jokes). although they seem like they’re always happy and easygoing, they are some of the worst people at opening up. you’ll never know anything’s wrong until, one day, you see them crack and it sucks.

taurus: underappreciated people. they’re actually more talkative than you’d think; their voices are just quiet. quick to laugh. incredibly loyal. the “hey, i noticed you look down, is everything all good?”, “it’s okay, i’ll wait” friends. very distinct personalities (i don’t really know how to explain this but they’re the kind of person who, when you see a tiktok or something, you just clearly think it’s them). calming presence. they don’t all have cold hands but they give cold hands vibes, yknow? they give off big “friends to lovers” vibes; like, i can’t imagine them dating someone who wasn’t first a friend.

gemini: they have a bad rep for being two-faced but, honestly, i don’t see it. again, they’re some of my favourite people. very good at noticing changes in mood + being tactful about it. fast to get super excited (and super loud) about things. they’ll sit with you on the bad days and laugh with you on the good ones (basically, they’re really great friends). even when you push them away, they’re the ones who’ll stay, just at a distance, and they’ll understand. underrated sense of humour - very witty. smart.

cancer: personally, i think they’re the most closed-box sign (does that make sense?). they never (completely) open up to people. or if they do, they usually end up regretting it. good liars. the coolest people - they own record players and shave their heads and have cool style and are beloved by their friends. i just want them to be okay. probably still awake at 2am. probably still awake at 2am because they’re crying. super low self-esteem which doesn’t make sense because.... seriously.... have you ever seen a cancer, they’re gorgeous. touch-starved. very, very, very loyal; they get super attached to their friends. usually in a corner at a party - but they’re very good at being social in their corners, if that makes sense.

leo: i don’t really know how to describe it but i know a lot of leos and they’re all just so distinctly leos but i can’t figure out what it is that makes them leos and it’s frustrating me. they all give off the vibe that they have a “sense of responsibility” if that makes sense? they have really distinct - but also really witty - senses of humour. clear plans for the future. fast bounce-back. a little too scared of being unloveable and dying alone (because they’re all convinced it’s going to happen). awkward but in a comfortable way. the most loyal people. they also have a lot of stuff going on under the surface and they’ll usually allude to it but never share all of the details. very active on group chats.

virgo: my experience with virgos is limited. all my friends used to be virgos and then i became an introvert and now i associate only with people not born in september. from memory, they’re all fairly loud, life-of-the-party people. very loyal friends - most of the time, you’ll notice that their closest friendships (not friendship groups) don’t change very often. outdoorsy people. not exactly photogenic but also very photogenic at the same time. hard workers (you don’t always expect it but they really do try their best). passionate. funny.

libra: the best flirts. the stereotype is true. they’re also the life-of-the-party but not necessarily in an obvious way. just... they’re fun to be around so people want to be around them. conversations flow naturally - usually a lot of teasing. lots of random skills/talents that one day you’ll find out about and be like... “woah okay”. effortlessly smart - usually, they’ll be able to pull through most things with minimal work. adaptable. they definitely, definitely hold grudges so never get on a libra’s bad side, not unless you want all of their friends to also hate you. good at keeping in touch with people. the best inside jokes - six years later and it’ll still be funny.

scorpio: i mean... i know scorpios but i also don’t know scorpios. they’re pretty quiet (and some people say that they’re intimidating) before you get to know them but, as soon as they’re comfortable around you, you’d be surprised by how loud they can be. not necessarily talkative, just loud. not afraid to be mean to you. they have the longest-lasting friendships - not necessarily out of loyalty, just out of a fear of strangers. lots of obscure talents. very artistic. there’s always going to be a lot of long silences with them but not in an awkward way. reliable.

sagittarius: they get bored easily but they’re also super terrified of abandonment so, together, not the best combo for stable relationships (which includes friendship). they have a lot of close friends but also, no close friends, because they push and pull people regularly. say “i want to travel” 24/7. actually, they say a lot of things and don’t actually go through with them. their self-esteem is so low it’s a little concerning. give random compliments all the time. they hate being touched but also love being touched - it really changes at any given time, according to just how sad they are at any given moment. terrible at hiding their emotions but equally terrible at opening up (so you always know that something’s wrong but never know exactly what’s wrong until they eventually tell you seven months later). give them 10 business days to reply to your texts.

capricorn: i really don’t think i’ve ever had a close capricorn friend. or even just a capricorn friend. they’re usually extroverted but not the loud kind of extrovert - they’re happy just being with their friends, sitting back and listening to the conversation, only contributing occasionally. they laugh easily. supportive, reliable. funny but not noticeably so - the kind of person who mumbles sarcastic comments and makes the person sitting beside them crack up.

aquarius: aggressive as fuck. if they don’t like you, you’ll know. and if they don’t like something, everyone will know; they literally have no filter - which is funny if you’re their friend and annoying if you’re not. very, very loyal. they will not hesitate to start a fight on your behalf. pretty outdoorsy people. they’re also definitely not straight. they have super strong opinions and it’s pretty hard to get them to change them. really random taste in music - if you ever stalk their spotify, you’ll see the most unexpected songs in there. they’re actually super easy to talk to - they laugh easily and are pretty encouraging in conversations, as long as they like you. they get angry, instead of sad.

pisces: they will tell you anything. literally the biggest oversharers but in the funniest way. very touchy people - just drawing patterns on your leg, comparing hand sizes, plaiting your hair. they give “old soul” vibes - like, holding eye contact, running into forests, long skirts and dresses and hair. intimidating because of all that big dick energy. again, cold hands vibes. they’ll send you lots of random tiktoks. reads fantasy and smut. no sense of shame. seriously the most beautiful people - not photogenic but that just means they amaze you when you see them in real life because they’re genuinely stunning.

#i know like three things about astrology so this is all based on vibes and experience #aries gemini and cancer are superior i will take no arguments #it's funny when you know which one i am #zodiac signs #tag yourself #types of people #astrology #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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lilsuzn · 4 years ago

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MLQC Victor - NSFW abc headcanons (REMASTERED)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Warnings: Explit sexual content (GN READER)

it's what I posted a while ago, but better - I changed some things, I deleted some thing and wrote new. I think it's much better now

A = Aftercare (What they are after sex?)

Victor is a man that has his values straight

You are the most important part of his life (even if he sometimes struggles to shop it) and he will do anything for you… and only for you

Other people don’t matter. He only takes what he wants and leaves.

But you - his sweetest, dearest, little love… can ask anything and everything (well, almost - see N).

You crave massages? He will buy the most luxurious oils on the market, might even take a course to perfect his skills to give you more pleasure

Want to take a bath? He will have a bathtub installed if he doesn’t have one already

Pillowtalk, kissing, snuggling, another round? No need to say it twice. He leaves to please you

When it comes to him, he likes to pull you close and tell you all the things he has no courage to say at any other time

Leave no space for misunderstanding in the department of his unconditional, boundless, eternal love and devotion for you

Tell you just how happy he is to have you and how everything is worthless in comparison to you

After he makes sure you’ve been pleasured throughly already, he will want to share a shower

And make no mistake - he will wash you. You can wash him too, if you want, but taking care of that pretty body of yours is his responsibility

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part is his waist

It wasn’t easy to get that V shaped body and he is extremely proud of this accomplishment…

Especially when he sees your hungry gaze roaming his torso up and down

And you… He couldn’t possibly choose one part

Beautiful legs, rounded butt, soft abdomen and that gorgeous, gorgeous smile

Yeah…

No…

That would be your thighs when it comes to the sexual aspect

You have such a delicate skin there. So suckable. Kissable. More plush than any pillow could ever be

He feels so secure and at ease when they squeeze around his head as you ride his face.

The sound of his hips slapping against them - heavenly

Not much can make him calmer than your lovely, plump thighs

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

It should come (hihihi) as no surprise that he loves to spill inside

It’s so intimate… Bonding…

Doesn’t really like to cum onto you for reasons he himself doesn’t really understand

It just feels… somewhat degrading? And he doesn’t like it that way?

Then again cuming into your mouth is a strong YES. Maybe it’s because of how enthusiastically you take him in

How you collect all the spill from your chin and lick it off your fingers like it was some kind of delicious delicacy

That sight makes him hard all over again…

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory - a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a folder of your photos on his computer

Some of them were taken with consent… Some without you realising…

Because you were in his bed sleeping in your naked glory… And he could only stop himself the first, like 20 (?) times

He sorts them by aesthetic and cuteness/sexiness

Jacks off to them when you’re not around

Most of them are very artistic. He tries his best to make them as good as the ones he was using before you… (see J)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He slept with a few girls in college, but he saw it only as ‘taking care of his sexual needs’ - no real feelings included

He had one dedicated booty call - a girl who fell in love with him despite him saying that he only only sees her for sex

That period really allowed him to explore his sexuality

So he knows what he likes and what to do, so his partner likes it too

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Everything when he takes you from the back

He’s rather keen on yanking hair, slaping ass…

But when it comes to the person he loves - you, he likes to face each other during sex

He wants to kiss your face, neck and chest. Nuzzle his face into your abdomen while he’s going down from his height

Your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can slap his hips against your soft thighs

Or legs pressed to your sides, hands gripping your thighs

And he can’t even attempt to lie he doesn’t absolutely love when you sit on his lap… or get on top in general

Or when your thighs grip his head when you 69 on the couch while ‘watching’ a movie. Your lips sloppy around him as his tongue pleasures you with most precision and dedication

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

No goofy.

If they start to joke around, they get spanked. HARD.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Victor is a passionate swimmer, so most of his body is hairless

But he doesn’t shave his pubes. Finds it weird to be completely bare down there and the first time he had sex with a completly hairless girl, he was a bit taken aback with her baby like smoothness.

Only trims them with a ‘pubes razor’ which is his old razor that he doesn’t use for face anymore, because he got a better one from his aunt for Christmas

Carpet matches the drapes

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

No goofy.

Only love and eternal devotion.

He will caress and leave kisses all over your body. Keep you close in the warmest and most loving embrace

No dummies or idiots in bed. Only treasures and loves

Almost like he’s trying to make it up to you for his tendency to be so aloof on a daily basis

The sweet talk doesn’t stop there, but I already said everything about it in A

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

This man didn’t have time to waste on women when he was building his empire, so he naturally spend quite a lot of his life masturbating instead of having sex

He doesn’t really enjoy porn, though. It’s too cartoonish for him. He much prefers to look through lingerie commercials or nude photoshoots - the more artistic the better

After he reunites with you, he starts to feel all that pent up sex tension and starts to jack off almost every day

Thinking about you. Looking at photos of you. Carving you with every small bit of his being

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

First of all - seeing his partner being pleasured. Either by him or by a vibrating toy plugged into them or pressed against their sensitive spots. He doesn’t even pump himself watching. He’s way too consumed with the enticing sights

Double penetration. His huge dick in one whole, dildo in another… Just thinking about it gets him going

He can’t deny himself at least some manhandling (if you consent - obv). Although he doesn’t go full on dom every time (at least with you) he seems to be unable to deny himself some hair pulling and choking... Although he almost does it lovingly? Spanking and whipping will surely also happen from time to time. Can get very rough when jealous

Also a slight daddy kink. When he hears it slip past your lips in the form of a joke - he feels some strange tingling in his groin and it’s not a venereal disease

If you sit on his lap, make a cute, helpless expression and ask daddy to play with you… It just turns him into a primal animal with no self restraint

That he kinda always seems to be

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Where nobody can hear them

Or see them

Anywhere with a stable surface really, but he needs to know you will have full privacy

Would never agree for public sex

All the sweet sounds and expressions he makes you do are his and only his to experience

M = Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

Stress, irritation, anger, hurt… Sex is a great way for him to gat this weight of his chest since he doesn’t really like to think those negative feeligs through

Or any feelings, if we’re at it

A nice butt is also a motivation, especially when it’s attached to a fine pair of legs

But both of these factors aren’t a guarantee of a turn on and even if they have that impact on him, he still will most likely not act on it

What he really struggles to control is a real attraction that reaches what’s beyond physical

A beautiful, hardworking and open-minded person is something Victor finds hard to ignore

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

No sharing

No blood play

No permanent marking

Nothing too forcefull or aggressive

No sex before assigning boundaries and exchanging preferences

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As I already said In B, Victor is an oral lover

More into giving than receiving, but would never push his lover away

(you can always 69, right?)

The man is humming in pleasure as his tongue slides along your sex

Is more than willing to go for hours if only you let him

The more you moan the more intense his movements become

His main goal is to please

The secondary one is to be the best at yet another thing

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He has two base modes

One: I love you, my sweet creature - all about measured, unhurried but hard thrust. True, pure love-making

Two: Little girls don’t get a say in how daddy fucks them - you’re tearing up, sobbing, drooling and he gets even more turned on by it. Fucks harder and faster then you both believed possible. Years of engaging in sports come to show themselves

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He will participate when the occasion occurs

Might even initiate an occasion

But it’s not really sex for him. It’s a quickie

And when compared to the real love-making with you… it’s just meh

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

When it comes to taking risks, I believe I already made it clear that he isn’t too into that

If someone walked in you, it would be very upsetting for him

If you got accidentally hurt would break his heart

But experiment he would happily

New toys, new positions, new kinks… He will try anything once

Well, almost anything (see N)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

We all have our better and worst days, and this man has a whole company to run. It’s only natural for him to be tired

So usually he won’t last for more than one round. Maybe 3 on weekends

But will last a while if he sets a slower pace (see P)

On vacations however, after a few days of rest his stamina will increase dramatically

Have you seen this guy’s torso? Exactly

He has some stamina to spare

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not against, although he prefers to experiment with positions that to experiment with toys

Will probably never propose any, except when he knows his partner is into such things

If you do - Victor will do his research and find something exciting for you to enjoy

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He really is not patient enough for that

Doesn’t have time for it either

Why would he even want to? They’re unsatisfied = he’s unsatisfied (as I mentioned in K)

He sees no appeal in it. When he wants to fuck, he wants to fuck. No reason to beat around the bush

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Victor can be a bit more talkative than usual during the foreplay

Throughs some praise (a lot of it)

Tell you about his feelings (but not too much at that point)

About things that made him jealous…

A quiet Fuck may leave his lips when he enters you and when he’s about to come

In the middle of those two - he’s rather silent

Not much of a moaner

He grunts and growls a lot though. Can get a little bit loud from time

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

It was a sunny, autumn day. You were walking down the street. You’re fingers entwined. The sunlight was gracing your beautiful features so gorgeously… and he had already been yearning for so long

When you’ve finally reached the Souvenir’s door, the man is all worked up

Not that you could tell from his steely expression

But you sure got suspicious when he got all touchy feely out of the sudden

Not that you would ever mind - obviously

Feather light kisses on the nape of your neck and shoulders. Fingertips caressed your waist to then slide down to your hips. Then he reached for the hem of your dress…

“I love you…” he whispered in your ear

Goosebumps momentarily appeared on your skin as all the intense feelings he had been making you experience from the very day you saw him for the first time in his office travel down your spine in a form of a intense shiver

You wanted him. So bad. For so long.

And there was no hiding his feelings for you at that moment as you turned your head to face him

Soon after stomach was pressed against the kitchen counter. Your naked butt was all out on display for Victor to squeeze and spank as you squirmed and moaned under his touch

Victor didn’t take any unnecessary time to move his long, broad fingers down, to stroke your sensitive slit

He praised you for being so wet, so flushed, so eager for him

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

“I love you, too” you whispered to his ear as his arms pressed you as close to his body as possible, while you were still going back from your highs

And after that, from his lips slipped the words of the most sincere adoration… and true love

Words you would never expect to leave his beautiful, soft mouth

Matches the rest of the man

Long and thick

No curvature. Perfectly straight

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rather average

Ha has periods when he doesn’t even think about it

And he has ones when he can’t stop thinking about it

However he doesn’t go too much either way

Z = Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Remember what I said in S? Applies here as well

He’s a hardworking man

Simplu needs to work hard to keep his business growing and to keep his lover pleased

Then he just needs to get some rest. Don’t try to change his mind because he will

If he’s well rested however, he won’t let you sleep

Like, not a chance. You need to come at least five times. He doesn’t make the rules, sorry

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