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"15 minutes?" "15 minutes" ~ Luke castellan
Trigger warnings : nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's just pure fluff. And also a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint. Also 'crystal' is lukes nickname for you.
Inspired by 'Abhi na jao chod kar'
You'd seen the way Luke seemed off for the past few days, yet whenever you went to ask him what was wrong, he'd smile and say that everything was fine.
But today, today was a lot worse and you could tell. He kept zoning out from time to time. During conversations with you, or training some random camper, even during lunch. But you knew that if you asked, he wouldnât tell you anything. So you decided to wait until next morning. If he decided to tell you what was bothering him, well and good. If not, you're grilling it out of him.
But luckily the âgrilling it outta himâ part wasnât necessary. Since while you were sitting at the campfire, talking with a few of your friends, you saw Luke walking in the direction of his cabin. He noticed you looking at him, and with a cock of his head you were walking beside him to the roof of Cabin 11.
None of you said anything for a few moments even after both of you were comfortable on the hard wooden roof. âYou wanna say somethingâ Luke said first.
âSomethings on your mind, and its bugging you a lot isnât it?â You replied.
âNoâ Luke lied straight through his teeth, making you look at him unimpressed. âOkay yeah fine.â
âOut with it, come onâ
âIt's nothing. Really. It'll passâ
âI'm sure it will. In the meantime thoughâŠâ
âI donât wanna bothe-â
âIf you say you donât wanna bother me with this, I will personally push you off this roof. So spillâ
âYou're mean. Why am I dating you again?â
âBecause im amazing. And donât try to distract meâ
Luke let out a sigh when he realized you werenât gonna let this go. He looked out at the camp, well the part of it he could see from the point of view on the roof. The campers around the campfire, laughing along, while the Apollo cabin lead a song.
âIve been having this dreamâŠâ he started. âsame dream for like, maybe the past 4? 5 days? Every night, same thing. ImâŠstanding on thisâŠbeachâŠâ he paused, seemingly trying to remember the exact details of his dream as if it wasnât the only thing he had been thinking about all day.
âI'm sitting on the sand. You're in the water. Along with Chris, Travis, ConnorâŠall of my siblingsâŠ.Annabeth's there too. And Percy. Basically everyone important to me at camp.â He continued, making you hum in response.
He takes a deep breath and continues âbut then, theres this huge wave, and, everyones gone. So I start shouting your names, looking for all of you, and I keep hearing your voice, screaming for help. All garbled like you're underwater or something. But I never manage to find you⊠so I keep looking and I find thatâ He points to the thin bracelet you were wearing he had got you, excuse me stole for you, once you mentioned you liked bracelets. âJust that. Nothing else. No one elseâ
You knew that Annabeth was one of the most important person to Luke in the whole world, probably even more than you. And no matter how much he acted like he hated his pigs of siblings, he had a huge soft spot for them as well. And Percy, the little boy was like a brother to him. Luke saw himself in Percy, and to him he mattered a lot.
So you werenât surprised that Luke was afraid of missing the family he had built for himself. âI mean, I know something like this will never happen. But the way we live? It could.â he said after a while, âWhat if I lose everything?â
âYouâre not going to lose everything Luke.â You say, trying to make him believe it. Hey, no ones perfect. Not everyones good at comforting people.
âIt certainly feels like I might. What if I just wake up one day, and everyones gone. Im back to how I was at 12 years old. No chris, no Annabeth, no percy, no you. What happens then?â
âYou know what the chances are that all three of them leave at the same time? Extremely low. Like maybe 5%. And even if it does, I know that those three are annoying enough that theyâll come back to haunt you and tease you about the extremely dumb decisions you make through the day.â
âAre you trying to make me laugh so that ill stop thinking about this?â
âIm trying, yes. Luke, what WILL you do, if something happened to Annabeth, or chris, or percy?â you asked him.
âI-I donât know. I wouldnât like it much to be very honest.â
âNo one would. But you see, if something did happen, you'd go on with your life. A little boring maybe. But you'll live. Thatâs how life works. People come and people go and you try your best to make it out.â
âThat sounds an awful lot like something a fortune cookie would say.â
âIm trying ok? I know you're scared Luke. That one day everything you're trying to protect will be taken away from you. But you have to know, that honestly all of them are strong enough to fight their way through Tartarus. And you're always gonna have them. Whenever you need them.â
âWhat about you? What if I donât always have you?â
âOH no. You're not getting rid of me that easy. Even deaths not getting you out of this relationship.â
âDonât say it like that.â
âWhat? Look you're always gonna have me. Ill even haunt you after I die if you want. Ok?â
âHow about you donât die. Huh? Can you do that for me?â he looked at you half with humor and half you wouldnât wanna call fear.
âsure. I'll try.ââBut what if-â
âYou have me. No matter what. Im not going anywhere. You're not alone. And you never will be. Ok?â you reassured him.You're only half sure he believed you, but at least he acted like he did.
âI have you.â He mumbled.
âAnd you always will. Well unless you want me out of the room. Which lets be honest I wouldnât leave, probably just to annoy you.â You joked causing him to grin for real, for the first time in days. âOh thank the gods. I was starting to get scared you'd forgotten how to do thatâ
âVery funny.â He rolled his eyes good heartedly. Yet he took your hand, which was resting on the wooden roof beside you in his, and held it tightly.
âBut in all honesty Princey, you're perfectly capable of fighting through everything alone. You're strong. Not that you're ever gonna need to fight alone. If its not me, its gonna be someone else sitting here.â You said after a few minutes.
âNah.â Luke said suddenly. âNope. Its always gonna be you. Nuh uh. Theres not gonna be anyone else sitting here.â
You chuckled, âI said if not when. If by some impossible ungodly chance. I'm not leaving. Not without annoying the heck outta you anyways.â
âYou're not that annoying.â Luke said with a touch of humor in his voice.
âOh really?â you got up in his face, âReally? Really? Dam im gonna have to try harder thenâ you flick his nose with your free hand.
âOw.â He rubbed his rubbed his nose without any real pain his voice, âI take back what I said. You're really annoying.â
âNo no no noâ you waved your finger in front of him, âYou said it already, no take backs. Congratutatulations Mr. Castellan, You're stuck with me for life now, since you're the only one who thinks im not annoying. So I have made it my life mission to annoy you to death.â
Luke burst out laughing when you said âcongratutatulationsâ. âCongratutatulations? What?â he said in between laughs.
You chuckled along with him, proud of yourself for making him laugh, âYea. Remember that cake I brought you, when you were made head counsellor?â
Luke thought back for a moment, âThat had congratulations written on it?â He started but was confused when you shook your head, âWhat?â
âIt had congratutatulations written on it. You're dyslexic, you couldnât tell.â
âThatâs why you were laughing your butt off?!â
âYes. Gods I felt so bad for the poor baker that day. He looked so tired, maybe he was dyslexic too. Either way, he was running on 5 cups of coffee so I couldnât blame the poor guy.â
âHow nice of you to do that.â
âYes yes. Im very nice.â
âSure honey whatever you say.â
âHey!â you exclaimed when he started snickering. You looked down at the campfire, seeing how campers were starting to go back to their cabins, âWe should get going, no?â
âNo.â Luke held on to your hand a little tighter, making you look at him, âYou siblings can handle themselves for one night.â
âNo I know that. Im more worried about your cabin.â You countered.
âI told Chris to tuck everyone in.â
âYes, I'm sure the Stolls are gonna listen to him.â You looked at him, unimpressed.
âThey wont, but I couldnât care less. Im staying. Donât go?â he looked you straight in the eyes.
You huff out a breath, âfine.â Causing Luke to smile, âIts 9. Stay till 10. Then I'll let you go back to the cabin. I promise.â He said and you scooted closer to him, leading him to wrap an arm around you shoulder, bringing you in front of him.
So now, here you were, sitting between Lukeâs legs, your back against his chest, while he explained why he was better than fish in all aspects.
âNo. im serious. I even have a better breathing rate than fish.â
âHow do you know you have better breathing rate than fish?â you asked him.
âIsnât that what you said once? Or was it Annabeth? That thereâs less oxygen in water so fish have to breath a lot more times than we do?â he asked, confused.
âI donât remember who told you that.â
âYes. But its true.â
âAlright fine. You're better than fish in one aspect. What about everything else?â
âI look better than fish. I mean, okay they're all colourful and stuff. But seriously. I look better, right?â he looked down and saw you dozing off, âCrystal?â
âIm awake.â You woke up and looked at him.
âYea, you are. Stay awake. I cant sleep.â He argued.
âYou're the worst. What time is it?â You turned Lukeâs wrist so you could look at the time on his watch, âIts 10.â You said after you saw the time.
âTill 11?â He asked sheepishly.
âLu-â you started, but he interrupted you, âYou just came here. A little bit longer.â He said in the voice, you couldnât say no too, so you relented, getting comfortable in your spot again.
You leaned back a little bit more, wrapping Lukes arms around you a little bit tighter when the cool breeze started getting to you.
âYou smell nice. New perfume?â Luke asked suddenly. But when you shook your head, he thought back and realized it was one of your old perfume, âNah nevermind, youâve used this before.â And you chuckled when he remembered.
âWhat?â You asked when you noticed him looking at you, the same way he knew would make you weak in the knees. How did he know all your weaknesses?
âWhat?â he asked in return, âI can look at you. Its not a crime to look at something thatâs beautiful.â
âOh ok. Now I know you're getting tired.â You giggled sleepily.
âHuh?â Luke thought for a few moments in silence. âHey crystal?â he asked, making you hum in answer. âWhat makes humansâŠ..humans?â
âVery philosophical. But umâŠ.love I guess. Everything is always about love. And when its not. Its about the absence of love.â
âSo youâŠyou make me human.â He realized.
âI donât make you a human. You were a human long before you met meâ
âYes, but when I'm with you, I'm not just surviving. I'm living.â
âLuke?â
âYes darling?â
âDid you read my book annotations again?â
âNO. I remember things you know?â
âOK cool.â
At this point, you were so tired that even the slightest things were making you giggle.
âShe'd laughed. And if he could have bottled the sound up and gotten drunk on it, he would haveâ he whispered in your ear.
âAre you quoting Kaz Brekker to me?â you asked turning to your side to face him.
âI told you. I remember things. Tell me about your day.â
âI already told you.â
âNo. you told me, that you woke up late. Missed breakfast. Got to lunch first. Gobbled everything up. Had archery. 10 bulls eyes outta 12 shots. Then you got to dinner after cleaning the archery range up. Gobbled everything up. Then you went to the bon fire.â
âYea thatâs everything.â
âYou really cant expect me to believe that nothing interesting happened all day.â
âNothing happened. It was a boring day.â
âNothing happened with you friends? What about the oneâŠum⊠Rihhana? Something was going on in her life right?â
âOh yea. Completely forgot about that. You know how she likes Aaron from cabin 6?â
âMhmâ
âYea so. This girls really a genius. She's been ignoring him for the past few weeks, like shes been trying to get over him. But you know? His ego is crrrrrushedâ you rolled the r and laughed. âI love it. I mean he doesnât deserve her you know?â
âYou think no guy deserves your friends.â
âOf course I do. They are literal works of art. They deserve better.â
âOf course.â
âI saw the look on Aarons face when she didnât even look at him. Boy was devastated. It was hilarious.â
Luke saw your face light up with energy whenever you spilled all the juicy details about whatever was going on at camp.
Sleep long forgotten as you started telling him the whole story about Rihhana and Aaron.Which took around an hour, which meant enough time for you to recharge and forget the fact that you were falling asleep some time ago.
When you finished your daily updates and Luke was done listening attentively and laughing whenever you took to looking back out at the lake.
âHey crystal?â He tried grabbing your attention, which lead to you humming in response. âDonât go. Not yet.â
âI'm not going anywhere. But if the harpies eat me alive im gonna make them eat you too. Okay?â
âOkayâ
âOh fault in our stars.â
âNo no no no. absolutely not. Were not doing that. Nope nope nope.â
The way he was suddenly panicky over a little books name made you laugh.
âI swear to the gods, I hope no one ever asks me what my favourite sound is.â Luke said after you were done laughing.
You look at him confused, âwhy? I donât think describing the waves in the sea is that hard.â
âNO no. see thatâs my second favourite sound. If someone asks me what my favourite sound is, how am I supposed to explain your laugh? Huh? A horse that swallowed a bug? A car engine that won't start? The sound someone makes when they eat something spicy?â He rambled on.
âOk while I'm extremely flattered that my laugh is your favourite sound in the world. Im going to kill you for calling my laugh all of those things.â You turned and glared at him. And the audacity of this man to laugh. Ugh! As if. So you slapped him on the back of his head. Simple.
âLuke whats the time?â You asked him when h ewas finally done laughing, to which he replied that the time was 11 30. âIm sorry the time is what?â
â11:30?â he answered, âyou know, every twelve hours when its eleven, theres also a time, mostly after 30 minutes, and that time is called 11:30.â He got slapped on the back of his head again.
âLuke we gotta get back, someone is definitely gonna snitch on us.â You tilted your head up to look at him.
âYou say it like we donât have dirt on everyone who might snitch on us.â
âYou make it sound like weâre manipulative people.â
âOK yea, maybe not that. But everyone is probably asleep by now. Stay. Please. I like spending time with you.â
âYou always do this.â
âWhat?â
âThat. You say âpleaseâ like that. And then I donât feel like going back.â
âI donât necessarily see the problem here. I like having you with me.â
âYes but have you maybe realized that I need my beauty sleep.â
âYou cant go.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause you love me way too much and you would break my heart if you leaveâ he said dramatically.
âha ha. Very funnyâ
âNo im serious. I justâŠits not enough. Let me have you till my hearts content.â
âIt's never content.â
He kissed your cheek trying to make you stay. Whenever you opened your mouth to give a good reason why you should leave, he would kiss your cheek making every reason die out. Which lead to him kissing your cheek about 15 times before you relented and got comfortable again.
â15 minutes?â
"15 minutes.â
I donât think its necessary to say that you guys stayed there way past 15 minutes. You guys stayed on the roof until the sky was getting lighter, at which point Luke suggested you guys go back to your cabin so he wouldnât have to face the teasing looks he got from his siblings.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan fanfiction#pjo luke#i love him so much#i love him#my writing#luke castellan oneshot#creative writing#percyjackson#annabeth chase#connor stoll#travis stoll#chris rodriguez
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Sorry for my ignorance but why is calling bottom surgery "the surgery" bad?
I'm not sure why I'm getting this question, but I don't mind answering.
For me, "The Surgery" as a term reflects a common cis misunderstanding of transition. In cis representations of transition, even very well-meaning ones, transition is something that happens in a hospital. A man enters the hospital, has The Surgery and emerges a woman, which is a function of genitals. But for most trans people who get bottom surgery, it's one of the last parts of transition. To even get bottom surgery where I live, I must have been living full time as my gender for at least a year.
There's no single trans experience, so I can only speak for mine, but for me transition doesn't happen on an operating table. It happens in quiet, difficult conversations and big, scary social outings. It happens in pill bottles, and appointments, and tiny little changes. It happens in clothing purchases, and makeup tutorials, and relearning what's expected of me, and complex feelings when looking in the mirror. And many trans people will say that that's not their experience at all, which is valid, but I think very few will say that it happened when they got The Surgery.
Like, for my transition at least, The Surgery isn't even the most important surgery.
And this is all pretty obvious. Like, if you try to imagine the trans experience at all, it will swiftly become obvious that your genitals just don't really impact your day-to-day life that much. And the thing is, cis people do understand this on some level. You can tell because of how scared they are of people who have transitioned without The Surgery.
One of the most common ways that trans women show up in media is that a cishet man finds a woman attractive, pursues her sexually, and then is shocked to find out she has a penis. And like, obviously that woman has transitioned. She is living as a woman, she's being perceived as a woman, she's even passing for cis. But she hasn't had The Surgery and thus she's not a real woman for the only thing that matters: being sexually available to cishet men in a way that doesn't require them to challenge their understanding of either themselves or of gender more generally.
So, that's why I cringe at the term "The Surgery." It reflects an understanding of transition that focuses on something that matters very little to me, but matters enormously to cishet men perceiving me, that reduces me to my genitals and my sexual availability, and that actively avoids empathizing with me and my experience.
Obviously, other peoples' experiences will vary, and other trans people may have far more bottom dysphoria, and a thousand other caveats. But any time I hear the term used unironically, it tells me that the person is focusing on transness primarily as a function of genitals, rather than what's really important: the ability to double jump.
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Honestly I see Jimmy's refusal to put Curly out of his misery less about his weird feelings of envy or his delusions but the fact Curly is all but stated to be a shield to Jimmy from his actions and people seeing the worst in him.
The only characters that Jimmy really interacts with one on one before the crash are Curly and Anya, two individuals he has wildly different relationships with. It's likely that Curly really did most of the talking between them as the pilots and the rest of the crew as staff. They didn't know of Jimmy's more reprehensible behaviors cause they never really had the chance to and Jimmy is subconsciously aware. If they had disliked him more than Anya would have told Swansea earlier or even Daisuke when things got really bad.
It's why he takes the immediate opportunity to blame Curly; He's the shield. He's saved Jimmy's ass more times than he can count and more times than Jimmy would ever admit. Even when he can't really do it anymore, he mentally shields himself from his own faults by putting Curly between them. Letting Curly die puts too much on him because he doesn't know how to function without a safety net.
In the end Curly only lives because Jimmy needs the idea that Curly will inevitably make things better to stay alive, meaning Curly has to live, no matter how much it pains him to do so.
#in short Jimmy doesnt only care about Curly#he only cares about the securtiy that Curly provides him#and i headcanon that the reason he tried to kill everyone is because he knew it was only a matter of time befor Curly realized this wasnt#somethgin benign Jimmy did that he could smooth over but somethign that Curly would repremand and condem him for and take his security away#like yes Curly did not react fast enough or strongly enough to what Anya told him but you could see him showing more concern over it as I d#understand the psychology behind people and more specifically men like Curly as he is hearing something horrible his friend did to someone#he cares about but has less of a bond with. he feels the need to protect his crew as people first and sadly Jimmy is still the person he wa#closest too yet I still think everything happened too fast for Curly to process as would you not grapple with the fact your closest friend#is a monster you must personally deal with? or that he did something so vile to someone else you have become protective over? Would you not#think of the relative power that friend holds and how if you approuch this wrong it could end badly for everyone? He had all these thoughts#but not enough time to think about them. Also how Jimmy was one of the main people in his personal life he felt a need to protect seeing as#he got him this job. Like imagine the one person you are really trying to make good is still bad after everythign and now you have to be th#hand of judgment youve shielded them from for so long like I do not think Curly handeled the initial situation with Anya correctly I dont#think it was the case of him not believing but not really knowing what to do and feel about it as a friend of both parties the captain and#guy going through his own shit and it says so much that he was dealing with all that so well compared to Jimmy who got everyone killed cuz#he thought being captain would be like sitting on the thrown and not emotionally mentally and physically taxing like I cant say Curly is th#best person due to his inaction but he is a good person doing the best with the knowledge and shitty resources he has cuz like also Id just#be terrified that my suicidal and nilihst bestie who clearly has an inferiority complex around me is the copilot who has access to the most#to the most important parts of the ship and the means to kill us all if he feels like him or his security are being threatened like#Anya and Curly just deserved better because they get put through the ringer like just put him in a class to teach him to be less trusting#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#captain curly#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing jimmy#jimmy mouthwashing#mouthwashing spoilers
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Every day I get dangerously closer to doing Heel Math. Which not only hurts my brain, but also makes me feel like I'm betraying myself........ there's NO WAY Moe stands at 5'6" in the hooves. No fucking way. Is Sharena 5'4" with or without the heels? She HAS to be One Inch Taller than Moe. Because Moe is 5'3". Don't even get me fucking STARTED on Alfonse allegedly being 5'11", something I've been taking as gospel from the art book, but there's no way. He has to be 5'11" WITH the heels. He Has To. There's NO WAY he's a whole ass 5'11" AND cunting it up on the battlefield to hit past 6 feet. That's fucking ridiculous. Do I do whatever I want forever, using the official heights as guidelines? Do I finally succumb to Heel Math. To try and capture the general height differences ACCURATELY even when everyone is wearing their shoes. LIKE if Moe is wearing 3 inch hooves and Alfonse is also wearing 3 inch heels the balance of the universe is maintained. The worst part of this is referencing my own shoes, from flat but thick soles to heel-heels, and I feel like Moe's hooves have got to be closer to 3 and a half if not 4. I pulled out a measuring tape and everything. But there is NO WAY. NO WAY. THAT THANG IS STANDING AT 5'7". ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE??????????????
#moe tag#i have. like the opposite of height dysphoria. where being 5'3 is so intergral to my being that like#it feels like a betrayal. it is fun to wear heels sometimes but at my core. I AM ONE OF THE TALLER PEOPLE IN MY FAMILY#MY DAD IS SHORTER THAN ME. WE'RE ALL SHORT. ALL OF THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME#all of this. i have to wrestle w. when drawing The Hooves. which are INTEGRAL to MOE#in the v beginning i thought about making moe a solid 5 feet so the heels could add up to 5'3.#this too feels like a betrayal though. to me. esp if the universe is expanding. don't you worry about that though (yet.)#i'm CRAFTING..... behind The Scenes.....#something that only really matters to one person BUT. IT'S IMPORTANT... TO ME... AS WELL...... it means everything to me...#regardless if anyone feels so inclined. would you indulge my heel math thoughts. i'm STRUGGLING OUT HERE!!!!! đđđđ
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remember when you were like "do you want to go to england with me for a week even though we've never met and havent talked that much" and i was like absolutely and then we did it and it was a blast. LIKE WHO DOES THAT AKFHWLFHKWHD ARE WE WEIRD!?!?!?
weâre ABSOLUTELY weird but who else is doing it like us? when hella met my brother he was BIG sad cause he was like, wow you like have cool real friends. and like yeah partially cause sheâs international, but also just like, the fact that i have so many friends who i know i can rely on no matter what. like, i know iâm kinda shit at responding to your snaps and your posts and everything. but if you called me rn and said âhey i need to get out of [REDACTED] can i come stay with you?â i would say, yes hannah, of course. i have a full-sized bed and weâve shared before. you deserve the vacation time and i would love to introduce you to where i live. when you texted me randomly this summer, i was SO EXCITED to meet you in a random ass dog park and see you for 15 minutes. my biggest regret of our friendship is that we donât talk more, but also i kinda love that my tumblr moots all understand my constant ghosting isnât personal, itâs just how i am and it doesnât lessen my love for them. next time iâm on the east coast i want to see you. if youâre ever on the west coast i BETTER see you.
#i am filled with love and light#i love my college friends so so much as well but itâs so different when communication is so important#like my first roommate (who follows me here so if you see this hi đ) is still one of my best friends and I always intend for her to be#but I very much struggle with transitioning from irl friendship to distance friendship#(which doesnât mean Iâm not trying/itâs not worth it/etc etc etc. but itâs just hard cause I KEEP ACCIDENTALLY NOT RESPONDING WHICH IS RUDE)#whereas internet friendship just works better for me? cause it STARTS with all the ghosting and intermittent texting#and if it goes really really really well THEN weâll meet in person and only an elite few (looking at you hannah and clara and Marie and#ashla and hella) get to transition into irl. and obviously even the people whoâve seen my face (such as Theo and some others) hold a very#special place in my heart. even if we donât still speak that matters. cause like. it meant something#anyway. i need to eat my breakfast#this is the fastest Iâve ever responded to an ask so I apologize for incoherency#ask a boomerang#hannah tag
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i'm like "HELL yeah i gotta listen to 'So What!'" and then i do and 2 seconds in i'm crying and being like "why do i hate my life"
#it's cause i gotta make a stupid fucking decision. i got this couch on clearance because it was the last one they made + it's a really#good couch that i love and nobody else likes it but like whatever but like i love it soooo much + they don't make them anymore#and it's really well-designed but if i want to take the couch with me i have to barter away the rest of my freedom#+ it's like . yeah it's pretty much not worth it#but they don't make the couch anymore + i didn't even want a couch + my mom made me feel like an animal for not having a#couch even though the only person who visits is her + it's just because she likes the area and can hang out with friends there#and it's like. she made me buy this dumbass couch + i found one that i actually liked + they don't make it anymore + i won't get a deal#like that again anyway + it's just a really good looking couch!!!! T_T#and it took me so long to let myself like it because it scared the shit out of me that i'd have something so big + useless that#i'd have to figure out how to get rid of on my own later because nobody was gonna help me with anything + then over the course of a year#i started to think maybe i was a person and not just like some half-ghost thing that runs around solving the family's crises so it can't#have any personal attachments + i thought 'ok maybe i can get used to some sort of permanence. i'll figure out a way to get this#couch to come along with me when i move. it'll be like a sort of symbol for me saying that the things i like are important no matter#how silly they seem to other people' but now i have to sell everything off or whatever if i don't want my parents involved and#ruining my life again.#yolo! u just can't fucking win lol
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i have copied this comment without name because i think it is very kind and respectful and i do not want buckaroos interpreting it the wrong way. PLEASE UNDERSTAND this buckaroo is very sincere and has important points and please respect their way. i am going to answer in a way that is counter to their point and i do not want buds to go after them IN ANY WAY. THEY ARE PROVING LOVE AND THEY HAVE GOOD POINTS
okay here is what i have to say:
i have not transitioned and in this lifetime i do not expect to. i think you have a good point of 'how can you know?' and honestly i cannot know that is just how timelines and reality and perception work
HOWEVER i must caution against this train of thought slightly because what works for one buckaroos MAY NOT WORK for another. every time i talk about my non-dysphoric way there are plenty of well meaning buds, particularly fellow trans buds, who show up with posts in the tone of 'its only matter of time.' like i just do not understand yet.
this reminds me of bisexual buckaroos who are told 'you just do not know you are gay yet'. as difficult as it is to step out of our own dang minds, i implore buckaroos to accept that there VERY JOYFUL AND FULFILLED NON-DYSPHORIC TRANS BUCKAROOS who do not need to transition and never will and are healthy and happy without that. just like there are bisexual buckaroos who are not just on their way to being gay
a good way to look at it is like this: I LOVE MY MALE BODY. i think i am a very handsome buckaroo. i have masculine features in my muscle and height and frame. as far as how fate could have placed me on this timeline I WON MY OWN PERSONAL FOOTRACE. i am up on the podium and i am standing here with a medal around my neck. GOOD JOB CHUCK
HOWEVER when i look down i see that medal is silver. i am not going to lie and say it is gold. it is silver.
YES my gold medal is a female body. that is an objective truth to my trot. i believe my gender way is that of a women, but there is no part of me that is upset about where i have placed.
I GOT SILVER. i am not upset. there is no tragedy. in fact i am OVERWHLEMED WITH JOY not just to be on the podium but to be in this race in the first place. HECK YEAH I DID IT AND I GOT A MEDAL
of course this is not to dismiss the difficult journey of others. many do not feel the way i do and their trot is VALID. a dysphoric way matters and is important and these voices are important. they should be elevated and supported. i understand some do not share this podium imagery, and they feel PAINED by trappings of their body.
i feel so much for this. i understand and care for my dysphoric buds, but the simple truth is that is not my story. i cant just lie and say that it is.
it will never be my story. i cannot say this enough: i love my body. however i STILL believe my truest way is that of a ladybuck. if it was a simple button push to change me, then i would push it without hesitation.
but it is not a simple button push.
talk to almost any buckaroo who has transitioned and they will say 'transitioning is hard'. it takes time and work and money and emotional support. i am in awe of the bravery of buckaroos who trot this path, but all of that is not worth it for something that i already feel good about. SCRATCH THAT, i feel GREAT ABOUT. i feel overwhelmed with joy every day over just existing in this male body that i have been blessed with. YES buckaroo, i feel joy existing in a male body that i know is ladybuck on the inside. it feels interesting a cool and exciting.
but my truest way is STILL a ladybuck trot
i guess i am just trying to say that i love second place. im happy to celebrate it. i think my male body is really dang cool. it is not a 'perfect me' but it is really dang awesome, and i never really bothered with trying to be perfect
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
#writeblr#i actually didn't want a girlfriend before nat#and my dad recently said to me - raquel. i don't approve of the promiscuity#1. i am 30.#2. i had casually dated about 4 people over 18 months.#3. i do believe he was just mad that i get more girls than he ever did#i had to look this 60 yr old deacon in the eye and say. okay so i have a girlfriend first of all im just not tellin yall about her#and secondly.#OKAY???? OLD MAN I DONT EVEN LIVE HERE WHAT ARE U GONNA DO ABOUT IT#briefly considered asking nat if i could pretend we were a one night stand kind of a thing
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DPxDC When You Are Suddenly Dating a Princess (pt. 2)
[<- part 1]
"What do you mean-" Jason starts, but the girl is already tapping her ear briefly - and only now does he notice a tiny comm there. Fuck, he should have known.
"Oscar? I changed my mind, I want to claim something," Jazz says easily, and, after a short pause, "A Tecpatl, the one with the owl. No, it's for personal reasons- You don't have to, but alright." She taps her ear again, and Jason can't help but ask:
"Who's Oscar?" He is not jealous. He is just insanely curious and very confused.
"My bodyguard," Jazz rolls her eyes, "At least he thinks he is. I'd say he is more of a secretary."
That doesn't really explain anything. It actually just adds even more questions - what kind of a magic user needs a bodyguard? or a secretary, for that matter? - but Jason keeps them to himself for now. He is... kind of intrigued now. Jazz said 'claim', not 'buy'. Which might be just a weird word choice, but somehow, Jason thinks it was deliberate.
A bald, black-skinned guy in a black suit and sunglasses - which, seriously, how does he even see a thing in here with those on - makes his way through the crowd and stops in front of Jazz, nodding slightly to her.
"Lady Phantom, I understand you want to make an impression, but using your status for personal matters-"
"Did I ask for your opinion, Oscar?" Jazz's voice doesn't change. It's still pleasant and sweet, and she is still smiling, if just a bit, but there's an unmistakable steel edge to her tone now. Jason feels a light shiver run down his spine. He's seen Jazz in a lot of different situations and circumstances; he's seen her get mad at a librarian who banned some controversial books in the public library, and he's seen her skillfully take down an armed robbery in a shop all by herself, and he's even seen her successfully stare down Killer Croc on one occasion.
Yet, he's never seen her like this, with her chin raised up high and radiating authority like she is the most powerful person in the room.
Also, Lady Phantom?..
"No," Oscar admits after a pause and presses his lips together, "But the Council of Ancients will not be pleased."
"Council of Ancients couldn't care less even if I declared war," Jazz brushes the comment off, and Jason's levels of confusion are growing higher and higher with every word they exchange. Oscar sighs and finally complies:
"Very well, then," he breathes out with a sense of surrender, and then turns his head to Jason just slightly, "Is this an urgent matter, or should I go talk to the auctioneer and the sellers?"
Jazz looks to Jason, raising her eyebrows in question. And, technically, it's not that much of a time crunch now since Jason doesn't have to try and sneak through the security or wait for the auction to start officially. But he feels a bit petty. Also, this man was questioning his girlfriend, which is offensive on many levels in Jason's opinion.
So, he nods, "Urgent."
Oscar's face doesn't change one bit, but Jason has plenty of experience with emotionally inept men who look like they are eternally constipated. He can see the traces of exasperation in Oscar's shoulders.
"Follow me, then," he tells them both, and turns around, headed to the back of the auction rooms. There's security there, but Oscar only shows them some kind of a badge, and they step aside, letting the three of them through. As far as Jason knows, no FBI or CIA agents should have that kind of clearance.
Which finally prompts him to ask the most important question as soon as the doors behind them close and it's only them three going through an empty hallway.
"Who are you?" He asks Jazz, who is still keeping her hand on his elbow. The girl hums, not looking at him, and keeps walking after Oscar.
"Jasmine Fenton," she answers, and, yes, he knows that much. He's seen the files Bruce has on her, but at this point, he is not even sure how much of the info in there was actually true.
"You are in the presence of Jasmine Fenton, Lady of the House Phantom, Princess of Infinite Realms and sister to a King," Oscar supplies, and his voice is... a bit petty. Like he knows Jazz didn't want him to say anything, but he still did just because he could.
Jazz huffs and rolls her eyes, "Yes, that, too."
Jason blinks.
He's heard about Infinite Realms. Mostly rumors through the grapevine of Leaguers, but also from Diana personally - he remembers her saying she is glad about having a truce with them. He didn't listen much since she explained it as the Underworld, the Land of the Dead, so he thought she was talking about some mythology shit. Turns out it wasn't.
But there's a more important thing.
"I'm dating a princess," he says to no one in particular as they come to a stop in front of one of the doors.
"Technically, you'll be treated as my consort if you ever decide to visit," Jazz admits, and Jason is officially out of surprised responses. There's only a limited amount of bafflement he can feel in a day, and he has exhausted the resources.
He is a royal consort of the Underworld princess. Sure, why not.
The room they step into after Oscar puts in some code into the lock is filled with boxes, packages, and crates. Jason looks around - sure, he knew all the prettily displayed artifacts back in the auction room were only replicas, but he didn't expect the originals to be literally just stacked in piles in the back room. Yet, here they are.
Oscar looks around the room and confidently makes his way to one of the shelves on the side, quickly going through the labels on the containers.
"Do you have, like, a crown?" Jason asks because he sucks at small talk. Also because he doesn't know what else he is supposed to ask in this kind of situation. Jazz snorts and leans to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Not really. Danny has one, and it looks absolutely badass, with flames on top of it, like the ones you would see in cartoons. I have some tiaras and stuff, but they are just jewelry," she explains, and Jason nods sagely. Just jewelry, alright. Seems like he is simply destined to be surrounded by rich people from all sides.
"How about a castle?"
This gets a sigh out of Jazz, "We used Pariah's - that's the previous King - old one for the coronation ceremony, but mostly, it's just for storage. Both Danny and I live on Earth, and Dani, our little sister, travels a lot. So, I do, and I don't at the same time."
"What about-" Jason starts, but he is cut off by Oscar all but shoving a small box in his hands, "Oh. Do I-" he turns to his girlfriend awkwardly, "Do I have to pay you for it or..."
"No, it's from a dead civilization," she raises her head back and shakes it slightly, but after seeing Jason's frown, she elaborates, "I'm the Princess of the Dead. I can officially claim anything that belongs to the dead as mine."
"It's a law that is supposed to resolve any possible conflicts between the denizens of Infinite Realms and the living," Oscar supplies, his voice disapproving. Alright, makes sense why he said it was not for personal matters, then. Not that it's going to stop Jason, though.
"Like, anything?" He punctuates, and Jazz tilts her head, a sly smile on her lips.
"Sure."
"Lady Phantom," Oscar sighs, tired and chastising, but Jason doesn't plan on robbing the auction. At least not robbing it any more than they already did.
He has a different idea.
"Can you ask Batman for the Robin's suit he has in his cave?"
Jazz blinks, and then her smile turns into a full-on grin.
"Of course."
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#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#anger management#jason todd#jasmine fenton#ghost princess jazz#cork writes#cork prompts#ficlet#good!giw#this was all written because i kept listening to Balance:Unlimited soundtrack
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Tim Drake is a selkie.
No one outside of Janet Drake knows this, and she ensure it is kept a secret purely for the fact that if it gets out people will quickly realise that neither she nor Jack is a selkie themselves.
They would realise that Janet had an affair.
The man she had met on their trip overseas had gotten her pregnant and then vanished, seemingly disappearing into thin air.
It wasnât until Tim was born that she was sure it was the other manâs child, if not for the distinctly black hair than the smooth pelt like band around his wrist.
His father had one similar and he refused to take it off.
The first time Tim transformed was luckily when Janet was still sure she wanted to be a mother and was bathing him at just four months old. When the little boy with bright blue eyes suddenly went quiet and then rolled over in the bath, she watched as he turned into a small baby seal.
Janet had screeched and backed up in shock, only to watch as the seal looked at her with big black eyes and seemingly start to cry before he shifted back into Tim.
The band around his wrist came off and was the perfect shape of the seals pelt from earlier, sitting in the tub like it hadnât just shifted Janetâs entire life out of balance.
Naturally she hid the hide and made sure Tim never saw it again, especially when there were no more shifting incidents.
Tim was nine when he found it and well accustomed to his parents lying to him about a range of things, all varying in importance. They lied about when they would be home, about stocking the fridge, about being at his science fairâŠ
But when Tim was sneaking into his mums closet to try find one of her spare credit cards, he found the pelt and something in him felt whole.
Tim had always felt like something wasnât right about him. He felt like his very body was missing, or maybe his soul, and no matter what he did he couldnât find a way to fill that gap. Being in water helped, so did showers and sunlight, though it was never enough.
It was why he started skating and stalking Batman and Robin, just to distract himself.
Photography worked best though.
Yet as he reached a tentative hand out to touch the pelt he swore he could feel himself being put back together like a puzzle.
Tim didnât shift straight away, not when he was left stuck in the blissful feeling of his skin feeling right for the first time he could recall.
It was when he watched the pelt shift to wrap around his bare arm like a sleeve that he shifted.
The seal form he took wasnât what he expected, but of course it wasnât.
From then on Tim would spend every chance he got with the pelt, learning to control both the shifting of his skin and how to disguise the hide on his person. He usually kept it as some kind of band that covered his arm or waist, keeping it close to his hand at all times so he could check that it was safe.
He never wore it when his parents were home, just in case.
Naturally, he did research and learnt what he was as best he could.
By the time Janet realised he was taking the hide out of its hiding spot he was thirteen and almost finished his Robin training. He had kept it hidden from Batman if only because he was scared and not even sure if his mother really knew what it was, but when he came home to find her in his room he knew it was over.
She had held out her hand and said in the calmest voice she could, âhand it over, Timothy.â
Tim didnât.
Janet had stood up and gripped his wrist, quickly finding the pelt around his arm and yanking it off of him.
Tim had cried, not out of physical pain but mental. It was like he was being put under some kind of spell and he found himself unable to move to snatch it back as Janet held the now pelt in a too tight grip.
âYou will not touch this again, you hear me? Iâm going to burn it.â
And she tried, she really did, but then Tim started to scream. The loud, echoing wails rang through the entire mansion until Jack rushed to his son and tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with him.
Janet only stopped when Jack started calling for her to call an ambulance and she came up with the badly damaged pelt to find her son seizing on the floor with his skin burning red.
Tim calmed down quickly once she put it under water, but he was still shaking and sobbing wildly.
He never found out how she managed to convince Jack to not call for an ambulance or to leave them alone, and Tim tried not to think about how little Jack had to care for him to accept so easily.
Janet had given him the pelt back and watched him sob as he held it to his chest and wailed.
The next trip they went on lasted seven months and in that time he spent as much as he could in his seal form to focus on healing his damaged skin.
It was still burnt, ugly scars covering the bottom and entire left side of his fur, but he learnt to maintain it.
After that he kept the pelt hidden under armour in the Robin uniform.
When Jason attacked him he cut the pelt through his armour, not knowing it was there. He managed to not cut it in half and in a twisted irony got right over where it wasnât scarred.
Tim managed to hide it from Batman but at that point he was sure that Alfred suspected something.
Yet it wasnât until Damian that anyone found out.
At that point Tim felt safe enough to have his pelt kept as a thick band around his wrist, out and open but only in the manner.
As much as he wanted to hate him, Tim couldnât blame Damian when after a year and a half of him being there and the two working out a few differences and issues, he noticed. Tim hadnât worn it visible since he first arrived and tried to kill Tim, but he had subconsciously felt safer around Damian and the boy was the best at spitting changes in others appearance.
âOh.â
Bruce had looked up at Damian while Tim minded his business stirring his tea, âwhatâs up, chum?â
Damian pointed to Timâs wrist, âI was not aware you were a Selkie, Drake. I apologise if I damaged you pelt in my attacks.â
Tim had tensed so badly that he was sure that Superman could hear his joints locking even though he was off planet.
Naturally Tim started to hyperventilate when Bruce asked with genuine confusion, âWhat?â
Tim bolted to his room as quickly as he could and shut the door before sliding down it and clutching his pelt-band to his chest with his free hand.
It could have been a few seconds or minutes, but it felt like a whole hour before Tim heard a knock at the door and the calm, gentle voice of Bruce talking through it.
âTim? Can you open up for me please?â
Shaking his head even when the other couldnât see, Tim let out a whimper and crawled quickly to the bathroom as his panic took over.
By the time he heard the door open he was in his preferred form of a half seal, his lower body only and the skin of his back shifted, and clutching his inhuman lower body.
Bruce came in and stared at him in shock for a bit before swallowing.
Coming to sit beside the tub, Bruce reached over and turned on the tap to let water begin to run into the tub.
Tim was grateful if not a little confused by the action and finally got the courage to look up at him.
Bruce looked awkward as hell, but was clearly trying if the small smile on his face was any evidence.
Reaching a big hand over, he held it palm up for Tim until the young man reached out to accept it and placed his own now damp hand in his.
âI⊠I donât know what exactly you are, but I do know that you are my son. Damian seems to think I should know already and maybe I should, but not because you didnât tell me. As much as it pains me to say it, I get why you wouldnât trust me.â
Tim shook his head, âI trust you, Bruce. I just⊠the less people who know, the less likely Iâll loose my pelt again.â
Bruce frowned but said nothing about what that implied , though Tim knew heâd be asked about it later. It didnât help that his lower half showed the most of his burn scars.
âIâm sorry, Tim. I canât change what has been done, but I can promise you I will never, ever take you pelt form you. I donât know ow exactly what it means, Iâve never heard of a selkie before, but Damian seemed to think it was important.â
Tim smiled even as he wondered how Damian knew what his pelt was.
Bruce gave his hand a squeeze, âHe seemed to gain a lot more respect for you because of it.â
Damian spoke from where he was at the door, making Tim jump and Bruce inhale in a way that showed he was taken off guard, âOf course I have. Selkies are nearly extinct and Timothy had survived to almost nineteen without loosing his pelt.â
Tim fully shifted in his shock.
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THINK YOU NEED SOMEONE YOUNGER + ONE PIECE MEN
they start to realize they might be a little too old for you ft. crocodile, mihawk, smoker, shanks, doflamingo, corazon
info: will do this for other fandoms too i think, angsty on some; not proofread
crocodile never felt insecure, at least when it came to your relationship. after he left impel down and came to look for you, things got a little... weird. he was avoiding you. you knew it wasn't because he didn't want to bring you into his business (he did it more than once), it was something you didn't really understand. before you could even confront him about it, he said out of nowhere one day: "did you... get with anyone while i was away?" he looked at you with a hard stare. "someone... younger?" you almost laughed at his question, but you held yourself back. your arms circled his waist and you rested your chin on his chest. 'i don't know anyone younger that is as attractive as you, sir.' he grinned, holding the back of your head with his hand. "good."
mihawk noticed how you and zoro interacted during his time at the island. he wasn't suspicious that something was happening, he knew you would never cheat on him or break his trust; but... a thought started to spread in his mind like poison. once zoro and perona left, and you two finally managed to carry on with your married life alone, he asked you one day while you drank tea together. "how do you feel about me being... older?" you looked at him with raised eyebrows and 'the only thing that matters to me is you. i fell in love with your personality and the way you treat me, not your age.' he hummed, a deep sound that you know reverberated on his chest. even if it was faint, you could see a soft pink dusting his cheeks.
smoker didn't think about your age gap until he overheard some of the new recruits talking about you two. captain smoker having a younger partner is a little weird isn't it, was what they said. when he was back home and you were resting against his chest, softly playing with the hair on the area, he told you about it. you looked up, your eyes shining, 'old pan makes good food'. the laughter that left his lips was one that he always reserved for you, his most sincere and genuine laugh; he pressed his lips on the top of your head, murmuring praises and love confessions against your hair.
shanks really didn't care about it, not as much as other members of his crew did â with how well they knew their captain, the man would be destroyed if you decided to leave him. 'she might go for a younger guy, when your thing doesn't get up anymore.' they usually voiced their concerns in the form of jokes, so they wouldn't be too harsh on their captain, but it was effective. those comments made him start to realize what you two were â lovers. one day, without telling you, he and the crew left. simply left the island, leaving you behind with only an note written "don't look for me." in a messy manner.
one thing about doflamingo is that he gets whatever he wants whenever he wants. and since the moment he laid eyes on you, you were his. the people that tried to comment on your age gap always "mysteriously" disappeared, even if they were from inside his organization. no one could talk about him and his partner like that. if he ever brought up the topic, it was only to test if you were seeing anyone or wanted someone younger (he knows you don't. he knows everything); your praises towards him and your love always left him pleased â he would give you the same in return.
corazon is frequently insecure about your relationship. he wonders if you really love him, if he's good enough for you, if he's being a good boyfriend, if he missed any important date that he should've remembered â your age gap (made worse by your height gap too) is only another one of those concerns. no matter what you say, he often asks you if you wouldn't want to be with someone younger and with a better family than him. one day, after he asked that for the millionth time, you answered: "we can have a family of our own, rosi. you deserve happiness. you said once i made you happy, so i will stay. the only way you're going to get rid of me is if one of us is gone." he chuckled and smiled widely, as he often did around you and law, hugging you tightly against his body. 'i adore you. with all my heart and soul, i love you.'
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Hashira reader smacking Zenitsu and sending him to her crush Iguro to teach him a lesson
original idea and inspiration by none other than queen @sitarawrites and this post right here
Pairing: Obanai x fem!hashira! reader
Word Count: 1,1k
Warnings: Zenitsu being a creep and getting payback for it
âPlease, you have to give me a chance!â
âZenitsu, I think thatâs enough-â
âYou have to be the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen! Letâs marry as long as weâre still alive!â
âWhy canât you just leave me alone, you creep?â
âIâm so so sorry for his behavior-â
âWhatâs going on here?â, you interrupt the little chit chat in front of you sharply.
You sign to yourself. Just like you expected, another wave of losers that just arrived. 2 girls, a few of those basic guys andâŠ
You furrow your eyebrows, a wave of nauseous disgust getting a hold of you the second you see him. That blonde haired guy who looks at you as if youâre a piece of meat.
âOh, who are-â
Without even allowing him so finish his sentence, you grab his blonde hair with one hand while smacking him flat-palmed with the other.
âJust let me make a few things clear before weâre even startingâ, you hiss, mindlessly dropping his crying figure to the ground.
âIf you didnât catch it already, Iâm a hashira and you are here to train under me. But Iâm not like Mitsuri or my former master Himejima-sama. We wonât pray around here, we wonât laugh. But most important of all, donât you dare to piss me off by disregarding me in some sort of way. Got it, Blondie?â
âI think he understood, (y/n)-san!â, the red-haired boy next to him shouts immediately while throwing his unconscious body over his shoulder.
âI know youâre still listening. If I catch you hitting on a corps member like that one more time, Iâll burry you under rocks before sending you over to Igoro-sanâ, you bark at the boy who again, screams out in sheer fright.
Apparently, his horrible behavior towards females isnât the only annoying thing about that guy named Zenitsu. If it wasnât for Kamado, heâd hide inside his room the whole day while crying his eyes out.
âI promise he acts different when heâs unconscious!â
âDo I have to slap him again, then?â
âYOU CANâT DO THAT!â
Urgh. If it wasnât for that crow sent by Ubayishiki-sama himself, you would have drowned that boy in the river nearby immediately. And that nice little interactions with a certain someone.
âIf he doesnât treat you right, send him my way. Iâll make sure heâll never cry again.â
âNice try Iguro-san. But Ubayishiki-sama forbid me to hurt him and Iâm sure the same goes for you, unfortunately.â
âIs he still looking at you all the time? Then it might be worth it.â
âDonât worry, he doesnât. But if I catch him crying around like a baby one last time, Iâll send him to you personally.â
âIâll take that as a promise, then.â
You smile to yourself while reading those well-written lines. Igoru-sanâŠtruth is, you definitely kept an eye open for him these past months. Out of all the hashira, heâs the only one youâre really keen to talk to.
âAhhh, itâs so cold!â
âZentisu, calm down. Donât you remember what (y/n)-san told you about-â
âI NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS LIVING HELL! THAT WOMAN IS THE DEVIL HERSELF! I CANâT DO THIS ANYMORE TANJIRO!â
âPlease calm down-â
âIâM SURE THE GIRLS AT THE BUTTERFLY ESTATE MISS ME, IâLL JUST RETURN TO AOI AND THE GIRLS-â
âYouâre not going anywhere, you fool. Iâm having enough of your bullshitâ, you interrupt his pity party along with a harsh bow into his stomach that surely makes him see stars.
âIâm sending you to Iguro myself.â
Another well-placed hit, a passed out Zenitsu before you even get the chance to hit him.
âPlease, allow me to go with you, (y/n)-san. I donât think Zenitsu will survive the training of the serpent hashira on his ownâ, a gently voice speaks out next to you.
Urgh. You hate to even consider Tanjiroâs words. But thereâs nothing youâre able to teach him anyway. No matter how much you hate to admit it, but that Kamado boy definitely is something special.
âFineâ, you grumble.
âBut only because I want to get rid of you.â
âThatâs totally fine! Thank you for teaching me hand to hand combat anyway!â
âYeah, whatever. Just carry that prick and follow me.â
Your heart beats a little faster with every step you come nearer to the serpent hashiraâs estate. How is he doing? Is he excited to see you, what will he say? You havenât seen each other since the last hashira meeting, didnât have the chance to speak properly since forever as it seems.
But now is your chance. When it means seeing Iguro-san, that douchebag did have a purpose after all.
âDid you take out the trash, (y/n)?â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat. You didnât even sense him until he stands in front of you, both eyes set on you with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
âI canât take that whining baby anymore. Make sure to treat him rightâ, you explain briefly.
âOh, and I took Kamado with me.â
âTanjiro Kamadoâ, Iguro-san hisses, his eyes shooting pure venom Tanjiroâs way.
âBring that useless boy inside and get some rest yourself, Kamadoâ, you instruct the boy next to you who springs into action immediately.
âHeâs doing pretty wellâ, you mumble more to yourself than actually talking to Iguro-san.
âDoing pretty well?â
Faster than youâre able to react, you find yourself breathlessly pinned against a nearby tree with his eyes almost piercing trough you.
âI meanâŠyeahâ, you breathe out.
âBut I actually came here because I missed youâ, you add with unusual low voice.
Is that blush creeping up your cheeks? The serpent hashira almost doesnât believe his ears. You, missing him? He never thought youâd actually like him, that feelings like missing someone like him could actually exist. But you hold his gaze with reddened cheeks. And youâre here, between his arms.
âIâŠâ
He kind find the words. In fact, it seems like his mind and body arenât able to function normally anymore.
âI need to goâ, he presses out.
âBut Iguro-san, I-â
Heâs gone as fast as he came, leaving yourself leaning against the tree like an idiot.
What was that?
-bonus-
âIâll let you suffer for making (y/n) uncomfortable. Did you flirt with her?â
âW-what? Me? Iâd never d-do that!â
âIâll kill you-â
âPlease donât kill him Iguro-san!â
âIâll kill you as well. You made eyes at (y/n)-san.â
âWeâre so screwedâ, Zenitsu hisses through gritted teeth.
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On her jeans (Part 3 of 3)
Male Reader x Kim Minji, Hanni Pham, Danielle Marsh
Length: 4606 words
Tags: Daddy kink, anal galore, blowjob, face fuck, blindfolded, 4some, pearly gates, spitting, spanking, cursing, humiliation, missionary anal, analpie, ass eating, rimming
TW: kinda rough, pure, stupid smut, ass eating, eating cum out of ass
-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-
(A/N: the most likely final part of the On her series. This fic is very mindless lmao. Important announcement at the end.)
âYes, Daddy, that feels so good!â
Hanniâs enthusiasm is almost limitless. No matter how often youâve ordered her to your office or your apartment or some secluded bed and breakfast, she never let you down. No, the only thing âdownâ is the momentum of her hips whenever she rides you on the couch, her beautiful ass turned towards you. She loves to make it wiggle when your cock fills her cunt.
You take delight in such a sight and give her the good-girl-spanks she deserves. Hanni craves them as much as she craves your eyes, seeing nothing but love in hers. There is nothing stopping her from leaving, you never demanded the same things from her then you did from Minji. But where Minji lacks endless love and desire for you, Hanni fills these gaps and then some.Â
âOh my God, Daddy, you-youâre gonna make me cum again!â Hanniâs throat is sore from her moans and screams (and the rough face fuck you gave her earlier). âI-I canât hold it!â
âWhy would you hold it?â you ask her and pull her back against your bare chest. âRuin yourself all over me, you slut.â
You give her thrusts, quick, not too strong and that is all she needs. Her effort was remarkable but in the end she wants you to fuck her over the edge. Hanniâs pussy convulses around your cock, tries to milk it and you are about to give in when your cell phone rings.Â
âFuck,â you curse and pick it up while dropping a powerless Hanni to the carpet floor. âWho is this?â
âYo, have you turned on the TV?â the person on the other end, some former manager of a group you were interested in, asks. âToday are the MAMA awards.â
âAnd? Theyâve been the same for basically forever. And you know I donât have any control overââ
âOh no, another group has won.â You can hear the smirk on his lips. âI bet youâve heard the song and the groupâsome of them are under your wings, I assume?â
For a moment you are confused, then it dawns on you brightly. âYou could say that,â you respond calmly and look at one of those who are under your wingsâthough under your cock fits better. âLet me be honest, I did not think that they would make it this far.â
âTheir success is unheard of, they must have paid you really well,â he continues knowingly. The kind of business you do is in a paradoxical state of infamously known and also a dark secret in the industry. Itâs a tightly knit conspiracy where every wrong step, every wrong turn can cost you basically everything.Â
âMaybe they have to offer me something new, a MAMA win does not come around very often.â
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âCongratulations on your win. I bet this is part of every trainee's dreamâ Sent by you
âThank you, Daddy~ It definitely is, but Iâm certain we couldnât have done it without you â Sent by Hanni
You smirk and scroll through your gallery. There is a picture youâve saved, a picture of something you want. Some people screenshot what they want from social media apps or shopping sitesâyou will do the same right now, though your picture does not include a product one can buy.Â
âI found this picture of you and one of your friends. She is very attractive.â Sent by you
âI know, Danielle ist so damn pretty <3â Sent by Hanni
âHer prettiness equals probably two MAMA awardsâŠâ Sent by you
That should do it. Hanni is probably stunned right now. If Danielle is next to her, she probably looks at herâyour terrible influence deeply rooted in Hanniâs mindâand she will see what you see: another object for your desire, another girl you can train to make your personal fuck doll, another idol sold by her bandmate. Unlike Minji, Hanni might actually like the idea.Â
You wait patiently as she ponders, typing, then deleting message after message until she settles for a simple text that makes this unhinged, lustful being inside you lose any and all control.
âDaddy deserves his reward as soon as possible. We need just 20 to 30 minutes~â Sent by Hanni
With a victorious sigh, you throw away your smartphone. It audibly cracks on the floor, but you donât give a fuck. Phones can be bought again, but what you will get, no one can buy. These next twenty minutes will feel like hours and every second beyond that will make you lose your mind. Atleast, that is what you would have to assume if it werenât for someone suddenly sneaking into your apartment.Â
Timid, quiet steps. The person is not wearing shoes. You hear the door fall shut, gently and suddenly, she stands in your doorframe. As if your life was a script, written by a higher being which, for some reason, likes your story to be filled with as much sexual fulfillment as possible, Minji has decided to come visit you.Â
âHello, Daddy,â she coos, catching your gaze with the way she presses her frame against the door frame. Her two piece outfit with all its white frays perfectly merges with said door frame, the warm light making it look like she could disappear in your walls. âIâm sorry for not announcing myself, but may I come in?â
âThat depends,â you say, trying to act not-too-happy about her convenient timing. âItâs nice to see you barefooted and in this pretty outfitâbut you need to approach the right way.â
âOf course, Daddy.â
Minji gets on her knees. She begins to crawl over your wooden floor and seeing her eager eyes has you riled up. Instead of waiting for her to unbuckle your belt, you open it on your own and let your pants drop when her face reaches your crotch. Minji moans gently and presses her face against the massive bulge in your boxers. Sheâs not really teasing you. Itâs more of a ceremony, because Minji quickly proceeds to pull down your boxers with nothing but her teeth.
âDaddy, itâs so big and beautiful,â Minji says in all honesty, her idol persona washed away by her own horniness. âMay I service you with my mouth?â
âStick out your tongue,â you order and Minji follows. You slap your tip on the exposed wet muscle and watch her faintly smile at how excited you seem. âLooks really good, how could I say no?â
No warning and just a moment later, you are buried to the hilt in Minjiâs throat. She gags violently, her head tilted backwards and her wide eyes quickly release a torrent of tears. You donât comment on it, watch on with a cold, resting bitch face and begin to fuck her face roughly. Itâs hard thrust after hard thrust; not too fast though, because you want to see the submission steadily grow in her eyes.
âFucking good, so much better since you started taking my cock like a premium whore,â you hiss and reach for the sides of her head. She locks eyes with you and through a sea of tears, you can see that she is happy. Still happy. âBut it wonât be enough. I need more, another hole, and Iâm not talking about your pussy. I know that you are dripping from there, but Iâm going to split you open somewhere else.â
You pull out and watch Minji try to catch her breath, shocked, weak; she gets no time to recover however. You grab her hair and slide back into her not-awaiting, but slave-like throat. She takes your pounding even as it forcefully removes her faint mascara and leaves her a drooling mess. Itâs Minjiâs masterclass in deepthroatsâa fitting end, because you will fuck something else today.
After many harsh thrusts, too many to count, but enough to have Minji at your complete mercy, you pull out. She bends over, tries to keep her composure and breathe, but you wonât allow this. She has to look at you and understand what you desire. You slap her face and spit at it. âDonât avoid me, look at me!â you shout and Minji is tiny. A kneeling tiny bitch who follows your commands. âI will fuck your ass, do you understand?â
âYes, Master,â Minji cries and puts her forehead to the floor. âTha-Thank you for the award, Ma-Master. Please, a-abuse my ass.â
Not that it tugs at your heartstrings or anythingâbut instead of just fucking her in this state of complete devastation, you help her up, to her feet and cup her cheek firmly⊠almost gently. Minji still sobs, barely able to look up at you.
âYou are here to thank me with your ass? That is actually adorable and very thoughtful of you.â
âI-I thought, because Master hasnât fucked me th-there yet, and because he probably did with Hanni already, Iââ
âOh, I understand, but Minjiââ You lean down to her ear and whisper, while your hand travels down her bare midriff into the dress and finds her folds, soaked in arousal. ââwe are already past the Master stage. And you underestimate my greed, my desire for more, infinitely more. Donât worry about that though. Get on the couch and show me your cute little asshole.â
âO-okay. Thank you, Daddy.â
As Minji lays down and wiggles off the bottom part of her dress, you get a bottle of water-like lube from a drawer in the living room table. These bottles are always nearby because situations like this have occurred quite a few times in your life. More than you can count, enough to make you the biggest villain for every girl group fan.
When you pour the lube on your cock, you inspect Minji and her cute posture. She is on her back, legs spread and in the air, while her fingers keep her butt cheeks apart. Her ring twitches and it twitches more when you rub lube all over it. Minji mewls, and mewls some more when you push a finger past the first tightness to lube the inside as well.
âYou are a bit stiff, you need to loosen up or else it will hurt.â
âIsnât it supposed to hurt?â Minji asks in all honesty. âIâm okay with Daddy hurting me, as long as he feels good.â
You have to hold back or else you wouldâve laughed at her innocent expression and the confused fear in her orbs. You align your cock with her ass, not to immediately force yourself inside that hot, tight hole, but to teach Minji how to take you well.
âIf you relax, Minji, I promise it will feel good. Weird at first, probably too big, but the more you loosen up and let your asshole become a source for pleasure, it will feel great.â
âHanni probably already knows this,â Minji mumbles in shame. You quickly reach for her jaw and put a chaste kiss on her lips.
âTo be honest, I havenât even fucked her ass before, so stop worrying. Take deep breaths and stay re-laxed.â With those final words, you wait for Minji to follow your instructionsâbreathe in; breathe outâbefore you push your cock into her brown hole.
âOh Daddy, fuck,â Minji groans, right into your face and you love how her hands start to hold onto your back, your arms as you push more cock into her. âYou are so, so big!â
âThere is still more, but you are doing a great job, Minji,â you respond calmly, lifting up her ass a bit to penetrate her deeper. âSoon, youâll love this more than anything.â
âDaddy!â Your cock is fully inside her and Minji seems to go crazy, her head thrown back into the couch, her mouth releasing loud moans rapidly. Her anal cavity squeezes you tightly, tries to wring you and itâs insanely impressive. She takes you fully on the first go and slowly catches herself. âI-it feels weird but sooooââ
âGood, right? I can feel you relax, so I will start to fuck you for real now. Congratulations, youâre not a butt virgin anymore!â
Minji weakly laughs and then gasps when you drag your cock mostly out of her ass just to push it back in, deep, to the fucking hilt. You watch as her eyes open wide, then narrow, then close, all in the rhythm of your pumps. Her cunt drips more juice too, she cannot deny the pleasure.
âDaddy, why, why do you feel so good?â Minji screams. âWhy, your cockâyou made me your butt slut!â
âYouâre a natural at this, most of your kind quickly become addicted.â
âMake me addicted, Daddy! Please, use this hole and make meââ
You reach underneath her frayed top and pinch a hard nipple, while your teeth go for her lower lip. You can feel her insides combust, her ass clenching around your cock, her pussy convulsing around nothing, yet it is enough to make her cum. Minji is orgasming from just her ass, but she tries to hide it.Â
âThere is nothing to be embarrassed about,â you laugh and begin to fuck Minji harder, her ankles in your firm hands. âCum with your ass and be mine forever. You cannot escape anyways, so why would you want to? Donât run from the pleasure, because I wonât stop fucking you untilââ
Suddenly, you hear a key in the lock of your front door and someone whispering. Then quiet steps. Minji grows tense but you just smile at her, reassure her that there is nothing to be scared off. âOh, you know these two, donât worry~âÂ
âHuh?â
You look up and spot the first girl, Hanni, who smirks when she sees you. She puts a finger to her luscious lips and winks. You get her idea and press your palm on Minjiâs mouth to keep her quiet while you slowly thrust into her tight ass. The young girl is visibly shocked that you just continue, but her shock grows even more when she spots the second girl.
âUnnie, this is weird. How long do I have to wear this blindfold?â
âJust a little bit longer~ We are almost there, just a few more steps.â
Hanni guides the blind Danielle, a beautiful, skinny girl dressed in what you assume is a stage or award show outfit. Either way you love how exposed her midriff and collarbone are. Danielleâs skin is flawless and her face looks even better than in pictures or videos.
The two get closer. Hanni is now behind the taller girl and guides her by holding her hips. The two seem familiar with this kind of intimacy. You quietly pull out of Minjiâs butt and luckily, she stays quiet in this tense situation.Â
âDani, we have arrived,â Hanni giggles and wraps her hands around her friendsâ tiny waist. âI have a present for you, but you have to get on your knees and guess what it is~â
âUnnie, if itâs your pussy againâwe already did that! And if you want to fuck, you can just ask!â
You raise an eyebrow at Hanni who is clearly nervous and sweating. She got caught fucking with a second member of her group without your permission. You canât really blame her. You canât wait to stick your cock into that tight body and fuck Danielleâs mouth with your fingers. But for now, you let Hanni finish her game.
âThis time,â she continues and kisses Danielleâs shoulder. âItâs something different. I have found the biggest, most beautiful cock because I know you would want to suck one of those someday.â
Danielleâs pale skin starts to burn with a deep red. All of her blood seems to go to her face. She starts to lose focus and whimpers a bit, especially because Hanni becomes more touchy, hands on her chest, her tummy, her ass.
âH-how did you know, Unnie?â
âYou are really, really bad at hiding your dildoâs, Dani. I found like four of them. One still had your saliva around it~â
Danielle puts both hands to her face and lowers it in shame. Everyone in the room can still feel the glow of her blush through her fingers. You stroke your cock once, amused at the situation, but also tired of waiting. Hanni notices and continues her plan quickly.
âLook, Dani, Iâll show you how to do it.â Hanni lowers herself in between your legs. For the first time, you check out her outfit. Odd, you remember it from some performances a few months agoâdoes it really matter when she immediately goes to suck you, throat you even? âOh my, it tastes so good! I wonder why that is?â
You point to Minjiâs still exposed asshole and Hanni smirks knowingly. Poor Minji did not dare to move a single inch this entire time but now with Hanniâs loud gagging filling the room, she can stop being quiet and move her hands to cover up.
âU-unnie, are you really sucking it?â Danielle asks the obvious, still in disbelief. âIs it a real one, like, are you sucking a boy?â
Hanni pops you free from her perfect lips and makes sure to taste all of the lube and Minjiâs ass from your manhood with her tongue. She cleans you passionately, from sac to tip until you finally give her a bit of precum.Â
âDani, he is a man, a Daddy. Trust me, he is very good looking and his cock is even better~â Hanniâs voice is so lewd, it feels cursed with her adorable visuals. You relish in her compliments and brush her black strands back behind her ear. âKneel next to me and I show you.â
Danielle kneels down, her small frame taking the spot in between your legs next to Hanni. She is still confused though. âBut Unnie, how can you show me if Iâm not allowed to remove the blindfold?â
Hanni rolls her eyes and without warning, grabs Danielleâs face and pulls her into a kiss. The younger girl flails in surprise, finds hold on your thigh, but somehow she canât hold onto it for long. Maybe the thought of a stranger really seeing her like this makes her lose grip on the situationâa good thing in your book.
âHa-Hanni-unnie!â Danielle shrieks when their lips disconnect. âWhy, why did that taste so good?âÂ
âIf you want more, you need to suck and clean his cock like I did. Here, open your pretty mouth and be a good girl for Daddy~â
âYou say weird stuffâugh, hng!â
You groan softly when Hanni not-so-softly pushes Danielleâs face down your cock. A new, sensational throat engulfs you. Of course you expected violent gags and tears coming from behind the blindfold, how could you not. Hanni is literally forcing Danielle to deepthroat you for the first time. Her dildo training seems to have paid off however: Danielle is a lot more composed, measured even and makes sure to keep her teeth off of you.Â
Soon, she finds her own pace and bops up and down your shaft, using her tongue from time to time without yet knowing where it actually feels good for you. Itâs hard for her to learn when she canât read your facial expression, so she just guesses and sucks and bops her head. It makes it all the more impressive how she can keep up with you and do a better job than Minji did on her first try.
âHanni-unnie,â Danielle immediately shouts after getting her mouth off of your dick. âThat was very mean of you, like, what theââ
You interrupt the young, angry girl by giving her blindfold a tug and watching it fall off of her dazzling, still flushed features. You smirk down at her as she watches up in awe, her eyes inspecting you like you did to her earlier.
âOh, he-hello, sir,â Danielle says and tries to be formal while your cock is still on her lips. âIâm sorry we just walked into here and⊠about this.â She points at your hard shaft which you take in your hand and poke against her soft cheek.
âDonât worry about it, you beautiful thing. In fact, I should be sorry about this right here.â You point next to you, where Minji tries to cover up her pussy. âHope you donât mind.â
âYou, you had sex with Minji-unnie? Like, i-in her vagina?â
âOh Dani,â Hanni coos and puts a hand into Danielleâs red top. âYou donât know how good a real cock feels in your pussy. Way better than a dildo.â
âStop being so lewd, Unnie!â
âBut you two are wrong,â you interrupt them and look at Minji, who valiantly fights through her embarrassment. There is nothing to be embarrassed about though; she did great taking your cock in her ass. âWe had anal sex just now, and I think I speak for us both when I say that it was awesome.â
Hanni pouts at the thought of not yet having you in her ass while Danielle is both struck by horror and thrill when she cross-eyes your cock and then switches to look at Minjiâs butt, which you uncover for her.
âMinji-unnie, was it really that good?â Danielle asks with wide open eyes.
âYeah, how was it?â Hanni adds and involuntarily adds pressure for the leader to answer.
âI-it was⊠the best.â
A moment of silence and awkwardness for Minji until Danielle jumps up and pulls down her black skirt. Another unexpected turn, she seems to be ready to go asap. âSir, can youâwould you have sex with my butt too?â
âI thought youâd never ask,â you try to play it cool and reach for the bottle of lube. âTurn around, we need to get you ready.â
âHere, let me help you, Daddy.â Hanni gets a hold of Daniâs ass as soon as she spins around and spreads the cheeks apart. Dani gasps at first, but then giggles when she finds her Unnie to be already naked. She starts to kiss Hanniâs skin while you put the nozzle to her beautiful, clean ring and push lube inside. Danielle shudders while Hanni looks on with jealousy. It will be her turn soon enough though.Â
âYou have a gorgeous body, Dani,â you compliment her before grabbing her waist and pulling her onto you. âYou are so light, I think I need to try a new position with you. Are you down for that?â
âSir, Iâif itâs not too crazy, I think I can do it. But remember, this is my first time.â
âYou have to be relaxed, Dani,â Minji suddenly adds and stands next to her, not covering her private parts anymore. âIf you are tense, itâs going to hurtâwhen you are loose however, Daddy can fuck you so good, it will feel like heaven.â
âO-okay then, I think Iâm ready.â
You nod and lay down on the couch, Danielle on top of you. She rests her back on your strong chest and your hard cock searches for her tight asshole. Luckily, Hanni is there to help align your tip with it (not before sucking it of course). Dani takes deep breaths instinctively and with your primal instinct to fuck, your cockhead disappears in her ass.
âOh fuck, that looks so hot!â Hanni coos.
âStop staring, please,â Danielle whimpers and you feel her incredible texture convulse around your aroused phallus. No, she definitely gets turned on by this, so youâll make it even better.
âHanni, keep staring,â you order. âOh, and make your mouth useful on my ass. See it as punishment for having sex with Dani without my permission.â
âYes, Daddy, Iâm sorry Daddy.â
âSir, isnât this too lewd?â Dani asks while you begin to rock her thin body up and down your cock like itâs a fleshlight.Â
âMinji, how about you lick Danielleâs pussy. Make yourself familiar with it.â
âYes, Daddy, she tastes really sweet and is quite⊠wet.â Minji smiles and you get what she means. Her mouth is promptly on Daniâs clit and now the two are moaning in unison. Your thrusts into Daniâs ass become harder.
âOh dang, so much in my a-aâ, I mean butt,â she whispers and you look at her face. âSir, you are one lewd bastâ person. Making young girls do this stuff. Arenât you a bit too old for us?â
âMaybe that is why they call me Daddy,â you respond, the humor lost because your expression remains stern even through the pleasure. âDonât hold back, curse as much as you want. This is no tv show or live stage. Get used to this cock, because I wonât stop after this one time.â
âI wonât either, you fucking bastard.â
Your lips meet in a haze, then you decide to give it your all. You fuck Dani hard, force more and more curse words out of her good-girl-mouth. Her cunt is forced against Minjiâs eager lips, while you make sure Hanni is covered in your muskâthough she kinda seems to enjoy serving your ass. Even after all this, she might still be the best baby girl out of this trio.
âYes, fuck, yes, you fill my tiny ass so good! Fuck me with your big fat cock, give me that cock, open me so wide until Iââ
âYou horny bitch.â You yank down her top to reveal tiny tits, jiggling a little at your every thrust. Her skin is glowing, she is in complete heat. Danielle is a nymph with a tight ass and a pussy so wet, she can save someone from dehydration. You want to test your theory, if her orgasm is as explosive as you want it to be.
âMy Lord, Iâm so going to fucking cum, I will cum! Make me squirt, make me fucking, ahh!â
Like a fountain, Danielleâs juices paint Minjiâs face, cover her hair and even Hanni below. She also doesnât stop, not with your endless thrust into her ass. She is like an infinite source, eventually filling Minjiâs mouth and marking Hanni as a dirty, rimming whore covered in girl cum.
âThat was so good, Sirââ
âWe are not yet done!â You squeeze Dani to your chest so she cannot escape and start to violate her ass some more, to the point your entire cock stretches her in all directions. For some reason, you feel like you could breed this hole for two eternities, but for now, one massive load has to be enough.Â
With your final, deepest of thrusts, you force all of your seed into Danielleâs tight ass-pussy, fill it up and make sure she is tight enough to keep it inside for now. Pulling out is hard but rewarding, and hearing, feeling her pant on top of you is heavenly.Â
âItâs so deep in me, fuck,â she moans and you bite her cheek.Â
âPush it out of your slutty hole, you naughty bitch.Â
âHanni, Minji! Get ready for your daily load!â
The two girls are under our spell, not questioning anything you say and stick out their tongue underneath Danielleâs butthole. You pull back her heels to give them more space and with an blissful, erotic expression, Dani lets her ass be gaped. Your creamy white cum oozes out of her and Minji and Hanni greedily eat it all up, even getting their tongues into the completely overstimulated girl and cleaning her butthole.
âShit, this is so lewd,â Dani whimpers and you put a hand around her throat.
âAfter I fuck Hanniâs ass in a rough Doggy, my heel on her face because I know she loves that, you will eat my cum out of her ass too. And donât lie; I know you will like it.â
Danielle grins, licking her lips in excitement. âYou are such a nasty bastard, Daddy.â
(A/N2: here is the very short version, I'll release a longer announcement later this week probably. I have decided to quit for a while, maybe forever but that is still in the stars. I can still write and I kinda like it, but this endless cycle of horniness and unhinged smut is killing me. I also need to focus on life/studies. More on that later this week. Love you all, peace out.)
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Under My Skin
Summary : Bucky is always ready to give his girl cuddles.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : fluff. Sam being a good wingman.
Requested by : @sergeantbarnessdoll
Word count : 1.5k
Note : I am currently writing this while dyeing my hair red since my irl boyfriend and I are going as Bucky and Nat in the Hellfire Bar from Thunderbolts 2023 comics for halloween (he has long hair, blue eyes, and a scruffy beard. Uh oh I have a type). Enjoy!
Requests are open!
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This week has been long-drawn and exhausting. The world seemed to be conspiring against you and all your efforts. You barely made it through work, and everything you did felt like one never-ending task after another. By the time the weekend finally arrived, all you wanted was to be cocooned in a fuzzy blanket and do nothing until Monday came.Â
There was only one person in the world who could provide that: James Buchanan Barnes.
You had been dating super soldier for almost a year now, and while you were past the initial nerves of a relationship, there was still something magical about being in his presence, and you were certain it would ever end. There was something in the way he looked at you with those sky blue eyes that made you feel like you were everything that mattered in his world.
Bucky had always loved spoiling you with his affection, and you would never complain about it, but sometimes, his 40s self would kick in, holding back PDA to a proper amount when all you really wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms and forget about everything else.
Today was one of those days.
It was early afternoon, and Bucky had just returned home from a training session with Sam. He looked a little worn out but still full of energy, you knew heâd recover in no time. He invited Sam back for a drink, and though he had also become a dear friend to you, you could not wait till he walked out the door.Â
With Sam around, Buckyâs affection became restrained, especially since they were talking about work things. Bucky was always a little tense when it came to that subject.
âPsst,â you whispered from the side of the couch you were sitting on as Bucky excused himself to use the toilet. âSam.â
One of Samâs eyebrows raised, leaning up from the armchair he occupied. âWhat?â
âLook, youâre a great guy and all,â you began, smiling to let him know you meant no harm, âBut youâre taking my boyfriend away from me.â
Sam was clearly entertained by your attempt to be diplomatic. He crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a playful look. âOh, I see what this is. Youâre kicking me out, huh?â
âNot kicking you out.â You corrected, smiling sheepishly. âJust⊠nudging?â
Sam chuckled, shaking his head. âI get it. He can be caught up in missions sometimes.â
You sighed, knowing Sam was right. No matter what, Bucky always had that serious, brooding nature, especially when it came to this line of work.
âI know,â you glanced over toward the hallway where Bucky had gone, lowering your voice. âHe doesnât know how much I need him right now. I just want him to myself, you know?â
Sam studied you for a moment, a gentle smile forming on his face. âHeâs not the best at picking up on those cues, is he?â
You nodded.
âAlright, alright. I hear you,â Sam said, âI can be subtle. Donât worry, I wonât let olâ Buck figure out whatâs going on.â
Your eyes lit up, thankful you had a friend on your side. âThanks, Sam.â
âJust remember this when I need you to get me out of babysitting your super soldier boyfriend,â Sam stood, stretching his arms overhead, âHe has a tendency of blowing random shit up on covert missions, and I have to justify all the damage to Ross.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head as you watched Sam walk toward the door. He called out loud enough for Bucky to hear, âWell, Iâd better get going. Got stuff to doâ important Avenger business.â
Bucky reappeared from the hallway after you heard a flush, his brows furrowed. âThought you wanted to hang out for a while.â
âIâve been here long enough,â Sam waved a hand dismissively. âBesides, you know how it isâ people to see, world-saving to do.â He gave Bucky a casual grin, one that didnât betray a single hint of the conspiracy between you two.
Before Bucky could answer, Sam added, âIâll see you both later. Oh, and Buck?â Sam leaned in, lowering his voice so only Bucky could hear. âTake care of her.â
Buckyâs expression softened, glancing at you. âI always do.â
With that, Sam made a quick exit, leaving you and Bucky alone at last.
You watched him lock the door from the couch, shrugging and not suspecting a thing. He then made his way in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water, his back turned to you as he unknowingly teased you with the way his shoulder muscles moved beneath his fitted shirt.
You let out an exaggerated sigh, slumping further into the couch, hoping he would notice, now that his friend wasn't keeping him preoccupied.
He didnât.
You sighed louder, more dramatically this time, and when that still didnât get his attention, you resorted to your favourite tactic: being whiny enough to still be adorable, and only annoying enough to get his attention.
âBuckyâŠ.â you called, dragging out his name. âIâm lonely.â
He turned around, leaning back on the kitchen counter. His eyebrows raised, amused. âDoll, Iâm right here.â
âItâs too far,â you pouted. You crossed your arms, scrunching up your nose in a way that you knew would pull a tug at his heartstring. It was his weakness. âCome cuddle.â
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. He walked over to the couch, setting his glass on the coffee table. âSomeoneâs a little needy.â He teased.
âIâve been waiting for you all day,â you whined again, reaching out and grabbing his human hand, pulling him toward you. âItâs been forever since we cuddled.â
Bucky chuckled. To a degree, he enjoyed keeping you begging for his affection, even though you knew heâd give it to you freely. âWe cuddled this morning, darling.â
âThat was this morning,â you argued, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.Â
He chuckled again. The sound was deep and soothing, blanketing warmth around the room. âOh, so one cuddle a day isnât enough for my girl?â
âNope,â you said, emphasis on the âpâ sound. Tugging on his arm, you attempted to pull his large frame onto the couch with you, though your tired strength was no match to his.
Still, Bucky played along, letting himself be dragged down until he was sitting beside you. He draped an arm around you, but not fully embracing you yet.
You werenât satisfied with that. You wriggled onto his lap, straddling him and pressing your forehead against his, your noses brushing together. His hands instinctively rested on your hips, steadying your frame.
âYouâre lucky Iâm such a sucker for you,â Bucky murmured, burying his head on the crook of your neck.
You smiled sweetly, wrapping your arms tightly around his form. âDoes that mean youâll give me all the cuddles?â
âOf course, doll.â
Satisfied with his answer, you rested your head on his broad shoulder as his strong arms circled around you. His metal arm was cool against your back, his other hand was comforting as it rubbed soothing circles against the small of your back. You let out a content sigh, melting into his sweet embrace.
Bucky squeezed you as he breathed in your sweet, flowery scent. âRough day?â he asked as you felt his voice reverberate throughout his chest.
âMmm-hmm,â you mumbled, nuzzling further into him, if that was even physically possible.
Buckyâs chest rumbled as a soothing chuckle escaped his lips. His fingers continued tracing light patterns on your back. âYouâre really not gonna let me move, are you?âÂ
âNope,â you said, your voice muffled. After a few seconds, you shifted slightly. âActually,â you started, âthis isnât close enough.â
Bucky raised an eyebrow. âHow much closer can we get?â
You tilted your head, as if pretending to think. âWell... maybe if we were cocooned in a blanket. And you were lying down. And also, you could wrap your arms and legs around me like a human pretzel.â
He playfully rolled his eyes but obliged anyway. He'd do anything for his girl.
He leaned back on the couch, pulling you down with him. You made yourself comfortable, sprawling over his chest like a tabby cat as he tugged a nearby throw blanket over the two of you.
âThere,â he said, pulling you even closer. His arms circled around your waist, legs tangled comfortably. âHappy now, clingy?â he teased.
âAlmost,â you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. âI just need you to hold me a little tighter.â
Bucky tightened his grip very slightly.Â
âMore,â you whined, shifting in his grasp.
He pretended to sigh dramatically, but his smile was obvious as he squeezed you. He enveloped you as tight as he could, careful not to hurt you. âYouâre gonna disappear if I keep this up.â
âExactly,â you mumbled, snuggling into the crook of his neck. âI just want to be under your skin. Is that too much to ask?â
Bucky kissed your forehead. His lips lingered for a second as he muttered, "Youâre already under my skin, doll." He said, his voice brimming with affection. You could tell he meant it, and in a good way. "And I wouldnât have it any other way."
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They Unknowingly Bring Up and Insecurity| Seungmin Pt2
Pt1 Pt3
Seungmin sat in the living room with the guys while you were in the kitchen with Lee Know preparing something for your guy's weekly hangout. You all decided on playing monopoly together, with you and Seungmin partnering up.
Bangchan carefully set up the board while Felix was handing out the money.
"Seungmin hyung." Jeongin asked as he handed his elder the thimble to him.
"Is Y/N okay? She's been really quiet. She won't even talk to me." Jeongin's face was droopy as he stuck his lip out. "I was wondering if she was upset about something?"
Seungmin took a breath and spoke quietly. His voice soft and rather sad.
"I think I said something that hurt her feelings really bad." His voice was starting to wobble a bit, and that told Jeongin all he needed to know.
"Did you say sorry?"
Seungmin nodded and his cheeks puffed out slightly as he pouted. "She said she was okay but I don't believe her."
Jeongin grabbed the hat and messed with it. "Well, what did you say to her?" He inquired.
Seungmin pulled out his phone and scrolled up to his texts with you. Which it didn't take long for him to scroll up because you hadn't been texting him as often. He only heard from you for important or urgent things, and he was missing the little random blurbs of somewhat unnecessary - but entirely endearing - information about what you were doing.
He handed his phone to Jeongin and the maknae quickly read it through.
"Hyung, you know why Y/N and her last boyfriend broke up right...?"
Seungmin shook his head and Jeongin opened his mouth to speak but you walked in with Minho with a tray of snacks.
"Did Minho teach you how to make something new?" Chan asked you. Seungmin could tell the rest of the guys had picked up on your odd silence, but you nodded.
"Kinda...he taught me how to set a charcuterie board. It's pretty."
You set it down and Jisung immediately went to go grab something.
"MMM Y/N THIS IS SO GOOD!!" He popped a piece of cheese into his mouth and his cheeks puffed up. "You need to teach me now!!"
The effort Jisung had given to get you to respond was in vain.
"Jiji, I just grabbed the cheese from a package..."
The wide eyed quokka boy scratched his neck. "Oh um. Its still good though."
Throughout the first thirty minutes of you guys playing, minimal conversation was made and Seungmin was feeling antsy.
He missed your voice.
When you stood up to go to the bathroom and go restock the snack supply all the guys turned to you.
"Seungmin apologize. I miss my baby girl..." Jisung whined.
Seungmin deadpanned and Jisung frowned. "What she was my baby girl before she became your baby girl..."
"I don't know how I'm supposed to fix it! I don't know what I did wrong really..."
"Hyung, her boyfriend broke up with her because of her tendency to overshare...and you know...talk a lot."
Seungmin's puppy eyes narrowed as his eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"It was a stupid reason to break up really. She only told me because one time she was feeling insecure when we were hanging out and some lady told me that 'my girlfriend talked a lot'; which I told her that I wasn't dating her but also that it didn't matter because I talk a lot too." Jeongin frowned.
Seungmin blinked a few times and bit his bottom lip.
"I don't think she's upset at you Seungmin..." Changbin spoke. "From what I see it seems like she's trying not to be a burden."
"Burden?"
"She doesn't want you to break up with her so she's trying to change that aspect about herself. You're naturally a quiet person and she probably thinks she's too much for you and that you'll get tired of it."
Seungmin shook his head. "No! I could never get tired of Y/N-ie!"
Chan chuckled. "You guys really are perfect for each other." He says, marveling in his work. "But...tone doesn't translate over text."
"And you're a sarcastic motherfucker." Minho adds.
Hyunjin stretches across the floor. "You can say that again."
Jisung huffs. "Well go on and apologize! Because I want my gossip buddy back! She never finished telling me about the drama on her mom's side of the family! I was invested in which side piece got her cousin pregnant!"
Hyunjin shoots up, sniffing the drama. "Ya! Seungmin fix it! I want to know now too!"
Seungmin looked down at the board as he contemplated just how he could fix this.
Because sometimes words weren't the cure.
But actions were.
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Sorry for the short work đ« . But in all the drafts of my 3 part angst series (oops theres more?) the 2nd part tends to be shorter since its the down hill of the plot.
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