#uhhh didn't mean to put so much feeling in it but here you go :)
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*slides a 🔀 into your ask box* so I hear you're also into photocheer?
i like the vibes of photocheer so much! for the song, i shuffled my everyday playlist and got proof by methyl ethel!
What can you see? See I've been barely taking notice What can you see now? - What can you see? Sign language, one hand in the pocket What can you see now? - What can you see? Feet walking circles in the carpet What can you see now?
i'm thinking about a college au where chrissy sees jonathan around campus always taking pictures and she wants to learn to see what he sees through photography, because she's spent so much of her life feeling sheltered, feeling like she can't ever really open her eyes and sees what's in front of her
so she asks him to help her get better at photography and he's a little reluctant at first because he doesn't know how to teach someone this, he just kind of sees things and notices them, but he agrees because chrissy is so sincere and genuinely wants to learn
so i imagine one of their first lessons is noticing things, so he's pointing stuff out to her, trying to get her to start looking at things
"What can you see?" he whispers to her when they're walking around campus and he notices the two people closing the cafe are joking around and dancing to music as they clean and he itches to pull his camera up to get a shot of it.
They stop walking and she looks around. "I don’t know," she says after a minute. So he grabs his camera and gets a good shot and shows it to her.
they keep this up all semester, walking around campus until it gets too cold, and then they're inside jonathan's apartment building or the library or the lecture halls, looking for things to take pictures of. they keep practicing and chrissy gets better at noticing things around her
so much so that she notices the way jonathan looks at her, like she's maybe something precious, like he's afraid to look at her for too long because it might reveal something about him
and here i'm focusing in on the lyrics If you want to, want to, want to, want to
because chrissy is used to not really having a say in a lot of things in her life before she goes off to college (pressure from her parents, pressure from past boyfriends and friends)
but it's different with jonathan. she feels comfortable with him and it feels like they're on the same page about where this might be heading. she likes him a lot and she wants to make sure he knows it
so she kisses him one day, kind of scared and shaky because of it and he pulls back and she's thinking that he doesn't want to and is about to start beating herself up because of it
but he just brushes her hair out of her face and says, "I didn't stop because i don't want to. it just feels kind of like maybe you might not want to?" because she's shaking and she hadn't even realized it.
"i want to," she insists, but she's breathing heavier like she might be panicking, so maybe she doesn't actually want to? she doesn't know, she feels so confused because she likes jonathan so much and it seems like he likes her and kissing is obviously the next step right? so why is she still shaking?
"we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he says gently, and she starts breathing easier again. "I like you a lot. but we don't have to kiss if that's not something you want. i only want to do what you want to."
and maybe she's a little teary about it, because she's never really felt like her feelings mattered? but jonathan saying that kind of unlocks something in her that realizes there was probably a lot of stuff she's done that she didn't actually want to (and that she should definitely get therapy for)
she wipes the tears from her eyes. "okay. i dont think i want to kiss you right now. but i want to in the future," she insists.
"only if you want to. and when you want to, okay?" he says, and she nods.
and maybe it takes a while for her to want to, but jonathan takes her out on dates without ever expecting her to kiss him or anything else and they keep up the photography lessons and she gets better at it, feeling like her eyes are wide open for the first time in her life.
and when they do kiss, it's not a finally moment, it just feeling like coming home, it feels familiar and safe
#asks#photocheer#i'm a little bit feral about them after having written this#uhhh didn't mean to put so much feeling in it but here you go :)#i now have so many feelings about them#stranger things#janai.doc
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more than enough – jmm21
you hate your birthday, but pepe is determined to change your mind.
genre: fluff/a little angsty/comfort
pairing: reader x college!pepe marti, ft christian mansell and sebastian montoya
warnings: uhhh anxiety and such ?? idk
word count: 2.6k
author's note: just like last year, this is merely a very self-indulgent birthday gift to myself (and a bit of a late birthday gift for a friend on here who confided in me about not liking their birthday either), so sorry if you don't relate but i needed to write this for myself despite how painful it was. not happy with how it turned out but, i had to get it out of my system. <3 (also not proofread because i will freak out likely aaaaa)
this is mostly a standalone fic but ig it kinda works as college!pepe so i put that there. i got this idea at my mom's birthday back in march but never actually wrote it until this last week... also loosely based on a tiktok that really spoke to me.
also! this doesn't really work with the headcanon of pepe, seb and chris all sharing an apartment, but i wanted it this way. i also wasn't comfortable including gaby or hermes, so i used the names nora and emma for seb's and chris's respective gfs. :)
"why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?"
the question is innocent enough, only borderline accusing, but something tightens in your stomach nonetheless. you don't look up from the pot in your hand, however, instead continuing to scrub it with your dishbrush like it's no big deal. "who told you that?"
pepe chuckles as he makes his way over to your side, leaning against the counter as he looks at you. "emma," he tells you, crossing his arms over his chest. "going to answer my question now?"
"i must've forgotten to tell you."
"oh, come on..." your boyfriend shakes his head. "is there a reason i wasn't allowed to know? did i do something? do you not trust me? am i-"
"pepe," you say, his name followed by a sigh as you look over to him in hopes of stopping his rambling. "it's nothing personal."
"what is it, then?" he presses, eyes following your hands as they begin to rinse the pot he'd cooked your pasta in just a couple hours ago. "why don't you want to tell me?"
you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders before turning off the tap. "i just... i'm not a big fan of my birthday."
the biggest understatement of the year.
you hate your birthday.
for a number of reasons, really. some to do with your family and childhood; many to do with your own inner thoughts and feelings.
you hate how it reminds you of every bad birthday you had as a kid. you hate how it makes you hopeful that people will remember and congratulate you, because you hate how painful it is when they don't. you hate how you always get reminded of how little people seem to care, and how they always prioritize themselves even on what's supposed to be your day.
it's too much of a mess to explain to him right now – maybe, hopefully, one day you'll have the energy and courage to go through it all.
you hadn't forgotten to tell pepe; you had just been silently hoping he wouldn't address it, and that everyone else would forget, too. but apparently, you have a snitch in your friend group. "what do you mean?" pepe asks.
"i'd much rather not celebrate it." you place the pot on the drying rack, wiping your hands on your towel hanging by the stove before turning to him. "a lot of stuff regarding my birthday just makes me really upset. if i could, i'd just... make it disappear, honestly."
your eyes flicker to the floor, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. he can tell you don't want to get into it, and he won't push you. instead, he opens his arms wide, taking a step forward. you accept the offer instantly, arms wrapping around his waist as he pulls you close.
the air in your little dorm room isn't as thick as you had expected it to be when telling him all of this – but at the same time, you aren't surprised. pepe has always had a way of grounding you, making everything seem a bit easier. "i can't make it completely disappear, i think," he says, placing his chin on top of your head. "but i can pretend for you."
you hum contently, letting your eyes close for a few moments. "that would be great."
he remains quiet for a couple of seconds, but then he can't stop himself from talking again. "do you really not want anything? no party? you threw me that party for my birthday, i'd feel guilty not doing anything back."
"i did it because you had a fun time and you like those things, and because i enjoyed planning it. but i was really hoping i could skip all that," you answer, pulling away ever so slightly to look up at him with a sheepish expression. "i would honestly rather have dinner with you, emma, nora, sebas, chris... maybe get some takeout from that new indian place down the road?"
to pepe's ears, you sound more than just a tiny bit crazy – but your being so different from him is one of the things that attracted him in the first place. he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "whatever you say, love."
"where did your girl go?" emma asks the second pepe slumps into a free seat by the cafeteria table.
your boyfriend shoots a glance over his shoulder back to the serving line before setting his plate down. "they were out of rice so she's just waiting for a new batch," he says with a shrug.
"okay then, let's be quick before she gets here," emma speaks up again. "what are we doing for her birthday? it's just a few days away, but i think we can pull something off."
"me and seb were talking about throwing her a surprise party," nora says, looking over at sebastian who's nodding excitedly.
pepe, however, lets out a dismissive sound and swats the air with his hand. "no, forget about that," he says, stuffing a spoonful of pasta into his mouth. "she doesn't want any of that."
nora snorts. "what? of course she does."
"you know, pepe," emma counters, eyebrows raised at the spaniard. "every girl will tell you that she doesn't want a surprise party. don't bother, i don't care, you don't have to do all that for me! but in reality, we're all secretly craving it."
pepe considers her words for a few moments; maybe there is some truth in them after all. maybe all you did was try to act modest, to put the idea in his head so he would make the right choice.
but you weren't the one to bring up the subject – he was. he remembers clearly how you were doing your very best to avoid talking about your birthday at all, and the memory of how tough of a subject it seemed like to you is still etched into his mind. he thinks you were so brave to confide in him like that, and so he needs to stand up for you. he can't dishonor your trust.
"trust me, guys. she really doesn't want it." he ignores the groans of the people around him, taking a few sips of his water before continuing. "can't we all just grab some dinner on saturday instead? maybe that new indian place?"
"works for me," christian joins in. "how about presents, then?"
"right, are we all buying something together, or separate gifts?" emma fills in.
pepe shakes his head yet again. "i don't think she wants that, either." his words are followed by a long silence, which makes him unable to hold back a chuckle. "just paying for the food should be enough."
nora sighs dramatically, the palms of her hands pressing into the sides of her face. "and i'm supposed to just trust you, huh?" she asks and pepe merely shrugs, focusing back on his food. "hope you're not messing with us here, marti."
"i have no idea what he said, but he usually is," your voice spreads through the group as you finally take a seat at the table. "fill me in and i'll help you decide if he's just being annoying."
"i was just telling them about what mr. peterson said yesterday," pepe says quickly. "about what he'll do to everyone who fails the exam."
you throw your head back laughing, nodding instantly. "oh my god, that was hilarious. so, it started with someone on the front row asking about..."
pepe loves birthdays. his own, too, but mostly he finds himself looking forward to his friends' birthdays and longing to celebrate the important people in his life. he loves picking out gifts, planning celebrations, and making sure everything is perfect. it just comes naturally for him to be caring and detailed in that way.
but while pepe eagerly awaits your birthday, you couldn't even come close to feeling the same way.
most years, you spend the weeks leading up to your birthday dreading it, and the day of your birthday crying, because your birthday reminds you of everything you try to forget year-round.
pepe wants to make the day perfect for you, but he also obviously doesn't want to do too much. it's a hard task, but he's set on making it work – and the first step is getting a cake.
his first thought was to get you something huge, something to properly convey what he thinks you deserve and how much he loves you. though, it didn't take long for him to realize that something like that would be way too much for you. instead, he settled on a more basic yellow cake with some kind of white coating that the lady in the bakery recommended to him, and dropped by the grocery store near campus to buy sprinkles and a bunch of candles.
the end product is a little messy, but created with so much love, and pepe knows you're going to adore it. what he doesn't know is how he managed to keep you away from his refrigerator and the surprise hiding in it all night yesterday, but it doesn't matter – all that matters is that you're currently still sleeping soundlessly in his bed, with no clue of what's going on over in the kitchen.
pepe's hands are trembling slightly as he lights up the candles; he is a little nervous, he will admit, but he's also excited at the same time. he can't wait to see the look of surprise on your face, so he hurries up and places the cake on a tray along with two cups of coffee.
he silently curses at the way his bedroom door creaks when he pushes it open with his foot, but thankfully you don't move a single muscle. he carefully scoots over to the side of the bed, sitting down next to you and balancing the tray in his lap. he reaches over with one hand to your cheek, thumb tracing along your skin, fingers settling under your jaw. "mi amor," he whispers, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches your eyelids slowly flutter open. "happy birthday."
it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the sunshine lighting up the room, but when they do, they can't help but focus on him. the goofy grin on his lips, the messy hair, the-
the cake on his lap.
you push yourself up to sit in bed, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes. you're mistaken, surely? you're still half-asleep, you must've imagined it...
but no amount of blinking makes the cake disappear. the little flames of the candles swaying in the air, the single drop of stearic rolling down the side of a candle, the rainbow sprinkles sticking to the top and sides of the cake – it's all very real.
pepe was so sure this was the right way to go. but seeing the tears begin to seep out of the corners of his eyes makes him horrified. he messed up.
he knew the sprinkles would be too much. and that amount of candles, what was he thinking? he definitely went overboard.
"oh my god," he says, instantly placing the tray on the bedside table before scooting closer to you. "i'm so so so sorry, i thought you would like it... i don't know what i was thinking. here, let me-"
you shake your head as he begins brushing away your tears with his thumbs, and to his big surprise, you chuckle. "don't be sorry," you say, letting out another laugh when you see the confused expression on his face. "i do like it. a lot." you reach up to take his hands in yours, bringing them down to the bed and intertwining your fingers. "it's just... very emotional, for me. as you can see."
he also chuckles now, and he thinks he understands – even though seeing your happy tears is more painful than he'd expected. "okay," he says with a nod. "so..." his eyes flicker back to the cake.
"yes, please. i mean, what could be better than a sugar rush first thing in the morning?"
pepe would've been so happy to shower you with presents to express how much he loves you; it would've made him so proud to invite all your friends to a big celebration, to show you how much you mean to all of them, to change your idea of a birthday. but this – sitting together in bed, eating straight from the cake (no plates needed), pressing sugary kisses to each other's cheeks – is another form of perfect.
he just hopes you think it's perfect, too.
hearing you tell the stories of how you needed to bake the cake for yourself if you wanted one as a child, how you always made sure to buy yourself a gift because the risk that no one else would get you one was too high, and how you always needed to plan out your own parties breaks his heart – but hearing you open up like that also means the world to him. he understands that it's all buried so deep inside of you, but there's nothing he wants more than to help you heal and to prove that you can have much better and bigger birthdays than that.
but for now, a little cake in bed and a ton of kisses will have to do.
baby steps.
"chris, will you pass me the chicken korma?"
he leans over the crowded couch table and holds out the takeaway box to nora, who takes it into her hands and thanks him. "that one is really good," you tell her through your mouthful of bread, nodding to your friend.
"what's the verdict, then?" sebastian asks from his seat over on the couch. "i need a rating from the birthday girl, one to ten."
"food? ten," you say, taking a sip of your soda. "company? ten."
birthday? eleven.
the whole day has been much better than you'd expected; from your wake-up this morning, to the lunch date you shared with pepe over in town after a cute walk along the river, to having your closest friends all gathered in your living room for you. you don't even mind the way your buttcheeks are already starting to hurt after sitting on the floor for too long – you knew you should've invested in more seating for moments like these – because all of this is worth it.
"agreed," pepe chimes in from next to you. "especially about the food."
"speaking of which," says emma. "was there any bread left?"
you're quick to jump to your feet, already turning towards the kitchen. "garlic or plain?"
"ooh, garlic! thank you!"
pepe hurries off the floor right after you, making up some excuse about getting a new spoon for one of the sauces, but no one even bats an eye. you hear him enter through the door, and you smile instinctively. "how are you feeling?" he asks when he reaches your side, hand finding the small of your back as you rummage through the takeaway bag. "is this all enough?"
"it's more than enough. so much more." after pulling out the garlic naan from the bag, you reach up to the side of his face with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "best birthday ever."
you seal your words with a feather-light kiss to his lips, and he's still smiling when you pull away. "you promise?" he asks, eyes searching through yours for any slightest hint of insincerity or uncertainty.
"i promise." another kiss, followed by a gentle hum, and he visibly relaxes. "thank you."
"no, thank you." for opening up, for letting him do all this for you. for existing. "only happy birthdays from now on, okay? i will make sure of it."
"it could never be anything other than a happy birthday with you around."
#pepe marti#pepe martí#josep maria marti#josep maria martí#f2#formula 2#formula two#campos racing#pepe marti x reader#pepe marti x you#pepe marti x yn#pepe marti x y/n#pepe marti fluff#pepe marti fanfic#f2 x reader#f2 x you#f2 x yn#f2 fluff#f2 angst#pepe marti angst
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R Ace Trappola - P.E. Uniform Vignette
"All that effort for nothing!"
[Sports Field]
Ace: Oh, Housewarden, you on your way back now?
Riddle: Ah, Ace. That's right, we've finished our equestrian club activities for the day.
Ace: Same here for the basketball club. Guess all our clubs just end around the same time.
Riddle: No, not necessarily. Whenever a match draws near, some clubs' practice may end up running longer.
Riddle: Then there are the instances in which the coach is too fired up.
Vargas: Hey, you all get on your feet! You can't build muscle just by sitting around on the field!!
Leona: Tch... Spelldrive club, line up. Time to get back to practicin'.
Spelldrive Club Members: Yessir!
Ace: Woah, they're still going at it… Hm? Isn't that lion-lookin' guy Savanaclaw's Housewarden?
Riddle: That's right. Leona-senpai is also the captain of the Spelldrive club.
Riddle: It's been some time since I've seen him actually actively participating in club practice, though.
Ace: Huh. So, what, you're saying that club's perfect to take it easy in? Didn't expect it to be that lax.
Riddle: You must be joking. Look at their training more carefully.
Spelldrive Club Member A: Huff, puff… Urgh, I can't run anymore…
Spelldrive Club Member B: I g-got no more magic…
Ace: Woah, looks like they're going crazy hard… Glad I didn't join.
Riddle: That reminds me, what club did you join, Ace? Based on what you're wearing, am I right in assuming you joined an athletics club?
Ace: The basketball club! Unlike the Spelldrive club, it's way chiller and relaxed.
Riddle: I see, you chose a team sport… That's rather surprising.
Riddle: From how I see you interact with others in the dorm, I had fully expected you to choose an individual sport.
Ace: You think? I'm actually doin' pretty good as an up-and-coming player on the team.
Ace: Like, for example, my shooting. I can pretty much sink a ball into the hoop without looking after a single glance.
Ace: And I'm pretty good at defense, too.
Ace: I look for where the other guy might try to cut in and steal the ball right from under his nose!
Riddle: I see. I suppose everyone has something they're capable of.
Riddle: You have high spatial awareness. I'll keep that in mind.
Ace: Why do I feel like I just got a backhanded compliment…?
Ace: Okay, but what do you mean by spatial awareness?
Riddle: Spatial awareness means you have the capability to accurately determine the relative condition and position of objects within the given area, and…
Ace: Uhhh~ …Somehow I'm getting more confused now…
Riddle: Sigh. To put it simply…
Riddle: You are able to instantly visualize a scene, including player positions and where the ball and basket are.
Riddle: Although, just because one has this ability doesn't necessarily mean that their body would be capable of keeping pace, so it most likely means that you have good reflexes, as well.
Ace: Huh, you praising me, Housewarden? …Did you eat something you shouldn't've?
Riddle: Don't be rude. Of course I would commend you for your talents.
Riddle: Of course, the main priority should be to behave as the rules dictate, however.
Riddle: As long as you participate well in your club activities, it will only serve to increase Heartslabyul's reputation as a whole. Continue your endeavors without cutting corners.
Ace: I'll do my best. Anyway, I'm kinda getting hungry, should we head back to the dorm?
Riddle: Is that the attitude you should be showing when your Housewarden is giving you advice? Well, no matter. Let us leave.
Ace: 'Kaaay.
Vargas: Alright, guys, you can call it quits after five more sets of passing the disc back and forth!
Spelldrive Club Member A: [gasp, wheeze] …W-We can finally be done… H-Hyah!
Spelldrive Club Member B: Ack! Hey, watch where you're throwing that―
Spelldrive Club Member B: AHH, LOOK OUT!!
Riddle: Hm…?
Ace: Housewarden, look out!
[SLAM!]
Ace: You okay, Housewarden?
Riddle: How were you able to catch the disk from behind you while trying to protect me like that…?
Riddle: I suppose you weren't fibbing when you said you were an up-and-coming player on the basketball team.
Ace: This ain't the time to analyze the situation all casually like that! Yowch, my hand hurts~~!!
Riddle: Of course it does, a Spelldrive disc is made of rather special ore.
Leona: Hey, where do you think you guys were throwing!? Fools!
Spelldrive Club Member A: Eek! S-Sorry, Captain!
Leona: Geez…
Leona: Oh, huh. If it isn't the red-haired brat.
Leona: Hey, you there, flunky number one. Hand over the disc.
Ace: Huuh? Is that really how you should ask for it back?
Ace: If I wasn't here, my Housewarden woulda gotten pummeled, y'know.
Leona: Yeah? Don't think Riddle woulda had any trouble using his magic to flick away a dumb little disk like that.
Leona: See ya. I ain't got time to chat around, unlike you two.
Ace: The hell was that? He pisses me off! He shoulda at least said sorry or something!
Riddle: Indeed. That was no way to speak, even if he were telling the truth.
Ace: Eh? You saying you woulda been able to avoid that?
Riddle: Well, yes, stopping something like that is well within my abilities.
Ace: Ehhh~ Then you shoulda said something. All that effort for nothing!
Riddle: You say that as if I had the time to say something so quickly… However, this did go to help prove how genuine your athletic ability is.
Riddle: Whether it is for a croquet game or an inter-dorm sports tournament… There may come a time in which you would be a great asset for our dormitory.
Riddle: When that time comes, I do hope you'll lend us your strength.
Ace: Ooh, really? I'm pretty good at ball sports, so you can count on me.
Ace: But man, I'd really rather not have any crazy hard training or anything… Heh.
Requested by Anonymous.
#twisted wonderland#twst#ace trappola#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#ashton vargas#twst ace#twst riddle#twst leona#twst vargas#twst translation
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Bill Cipher/GN! reader
I lowkey hate humanized Bill but for the sake of this he's going to be humanized but don't imagine him like all super conventionally attractive and skinny more like what he embodies like how he'd see himself ig?
Warnings: none really?? You just put him in his place lmao, based off a dream I had, reader is a being as powerful as him but not defined to be anything in particular. This is BEFORE the series takes place BUT after stanford!! Uhm basically Bill gets into another situationship??? He cares more than he wants to he's emotionally repressed uhhh au! Maybe??
To say that he wasn't manipulative and evil would be unrealistic however that didn't mean he hadn't possessed emotions or faults....at least....not that he knew of...
The multidimensional dream demon couldn't admit many emotions beacuse to him it was at the cost of his own ego. He couldn't have that then he'd just be like one of those fleshy freaks all weak and stupid. He wasn't like that. The thrash of water hitting rocks was loud and hard, much like the inner workings of his mind when he spiraled. Bill stood up and dusted off his suit jacket, he looked similar to a scumy casino manger,stubble on his face and he smelled of cigarettes and alcohol.
This was a testament to his oh so sudden betrayal as he would put it. Although it had been more than that but it practically burned his insides reminiscing on it. The wind and rain is slapping the leaves around, the sound is dark and cold and he is uncomfortable feeling everything and nothing all at once. A figure stands out in all this they border between the realm of reality yet not really having too much of a physical form, much like himself. Bill snaps around as the sound of his hat hitting the grass alerts the figure. Someone with an umbrella and an ethereal glow, someone he'd known distantly
Your voice is thick and deep almost as if it overpowers the weather and hits him in the gut. "Well.Well.Well. what do we have here" it escapes your lips seeping into his very being. Bill looks up his eye striking your own as he grumbles incoherently a bit snapping at you. "Woah there, watch yourself" you say sternly folding your umbrella making him look up at you. Bill grits through his teeth as he speaks "what do YOU want? Leave me alone before I try and rip apart your being" you scoff at that quite honestly. You both were similar both two sides of the same coin...but without missing a beat you say "I don't think you really want that" and from there...the situation spiraled into something that wasn't quite hatred...
#bill cipher#book of bill#bill cipher x reader#x reader#uhh idk#idk if i like this???#feedback pls#this is like right after ford#like after the sixer thing
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I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-
What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-
Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)
Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner
Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)
Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her
And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??
Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).
Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.
─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉
The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".
And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.
Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-
Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped
Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK
Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool
Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG
Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here
Zoro: Thanks, dad
Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it
Sanji: Who's Princess?
Zoro: My sister
Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?
Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?
Zoro: I forgot
Sanji: I'm going to murder you
And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.
─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉
When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.
But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"
Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.
Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!
Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.
Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-
Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF
Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.
Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.
Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:
Shanks: I DID THAT TOO
Zeff: You did what, too?
Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually
Zeff: You did not-
Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here
Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?
Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!
Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.
Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.
Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME
Shanks: But I did a good job!
Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."
─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉
Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.
So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.
Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).
But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.
However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.
And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...
Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you
Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day
Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?
Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!
Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.
Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.
Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.
Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).
When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:
Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.
Law: Thank yo-
Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.
Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-
Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.
And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.
#this was really fun to write#they all love sanji#i love sanji too#and also they're so iwenfjksndf#the lawsan one ended up being kind of sad#but y'know the other two are funny#one piece#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#monkey d luffy#trafalgar d water law#red haired shanks#dracule mihawk#red leg zeff#zosan#lusan#lawsan#that lil bit hint of shuggy bc i can't control myself
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Would it be reasonable to use a mirative as a way to say that you "ended up doing X" like saying "I ended falling asleep" or "I'll end up getting sick"? I'm having a hard time confirming anything about how languages encode intention, or the lack thereof. After some thinking that's what I came up with, though, but I dunno if I'm just reachinga bit too much with that.
Sure? If it makes sense in your language.
I'm going to pull out a paragraph from the article on mirativity on Wikipedia that I believe helps to illustrate one of the central problems conlangers face in interacting with linguistic research:
As you can see, there's a back and forth here involving Aikhenvald (because of course) and the one who proposed the category of mirativity (DeLancey) and others. In my opinion, the entire argument is f*cking ridiculous and is best settled by asking, "Who tf cares?" It reminds me of the Wikipedia article on the hortative that has red flags at the top saying, if I may paraphrase, "Uhhh...wtf?"
In short, both linguists on either side of this argument believe there's a trophy shelf called GRAMMATICAL CATEGORIES where certain features may sit proudly with their name emblazoned on a plaque above the name of the linguist who discovered it. On the one side, you have DeLancey saying, "Mirativity deserves its own trophy with my name on it!" On the other side, "No, what you've discovered can be encoded with other grammatical strategies, therefore it doesn't deserve its own trophy, and you get your name on nothing!"
Meanwhile, languages do need to have a way to express things like "We ended up going to the slam dance protest after all" and "He's apparently really good at juggling mosquito hawk wings", so what does it matter if either of them get a trophy on the shelf or not?
For a conlanger, what matters is how your language is going to express these meanings. It is not the case that you have to unambiguously express every shade of meaning without resorting to complex explanations. If we could do that we wouldn't have fiction. Part of the trick with learning how to create a conlang that feels more natural (whether you're going for a naturalistic conlang or not) is that the majority of meaning are expressed with non-dedicated morphological constructions.
For example, if you look at everything as morphemes, then there should be a morpheme for everything. If you want to turn a statement like "John is giving a fish to the flower" into a question you simply take your question morpheme and stick it somewhere. But look at English!
STATEMENT: John is giving a fish to the flower.
QUESTION: Is John giving a fish to the flower?
No morpheme there at all but a little switcharoo with the word order. Some linguists and a lot of conlangers want to get all galaxy brained and say "MAYBE THE WORD ORDER CHANGE IS THE MORPHEME", and, indeed, maybe the real conlang is the friends we made along the way, but a better way to look at it is we use what we have to express new meanings before creating something new.
So, if your state zero is you have something that express mirativity (i.e. surprise at some state of affairs), then, hey, why wouldn't use that for "it ended up that"? It's kind of surprising if you end up doing something. It's running counter to your expectations. Sure! If you want to get all "my eyeglasses put on a pair of sunglasses" on it then you can have your genunine-shock-mirativity suffix and your we-didn't-intend-to-but-it-happened-anyway-mirativity suffix and someone-told-us-it-would-happen-but-we-didn't-believe-them-but-then-it-happened-but-we-weren't-dismayed-mirativity suffix, etc., etc. If you keep going down that road, though, you end up with there's a unique word for every possible thought, and you end up with an ultimately unlearnable and unusable language.
In short, you do you. As long as you can explain it and it makes sense to you, then it works.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐭 ꨄ Alex
˜”* ❝𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚.❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
“So, what? You saw him?”
“Yeah, we bumped shoulders or something and I looked and realized it was him.”
“No fucking way? And then what?”
Well, there wasn’t much to it. You wanted to say he freaked out and stared at you blankly but that wouldn’t be the truth. When you looked up at him, you noticed someone by his side. She looked oddly familiar but you were so shocked about seeing Alex that you couldn’t even process.
You wanted to act like you didn’t know who he was. You wanted to act like he was some stranger. You wanted to make him feel inferior to you. But, you couldn’t. The months you spent mourning your breakup didn’t exactly allow you to act like you didn't know him. Even when you thought everything was good now, it wasn’t. Well, you were happier, you had more important things you were worried about, but at the back of your mind, was him.
“Apologies, I didn’t mean to bump into you, Alex.”
He nodded as the woman next to him waited for him to catch up. It hurt so bad to see him not caring at all about you or the fact that you’re in front of him. He didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
“It’s alright.” He would say before trying to catch up to the woman. You couldn’t let him walk away. But if you called out for him, would that put all of your healing to waste? Would that make you seem desperate? You will find out.
“Wait! Don’t go…”
He turned around with the most clueless expression on his face. You already regretted this. You prayed to the man above that the woman he was with was not a new lover. You hoped she wasn’t some type of replacement.
“Um, are you two busy right now?” You tried to look him in the eyes but couldn’t.
“We just finished a meeting, we’re heading back now. Why?”
Okay, they’re not busy but… damn. You didn’t plan this out. Wait, a meeting? Like, they’re not dating? This was strictly business?
“Um,” The woman spoke up, “I can catch a ride nearby. You guys should catch up, it seems like you need to.”
She shot you a friendly smile and gave Alex a nod. Yeah, she knew and she happened to be so incredibly nice about it. Maybe this was all a mistake but, you needed this.
Alex waved her goodbye before walking closer to you, “So, what is this about?”
You didn’t think that one through either. What was this about? You couldn’t tell him ‘Hey I’ve been thinking about you for so long and I finally got over you but then you randomly appeared so now we’re doing this’. That wasn’t exactly an option.
“Just wanted to catch up. I mean, you’re here, I’m here, why not?”
“Listen, it’s great to see you again, but I don’t think we should. I’m still trying to figure things out, you’re probably still hurting, it’s–”
“Who said I was hurting? Last time I checked, the reason I’m even here is because I was taking myself out. I’m good, Alex. But if you want to make excuses just to not talk, be my guest.”
Yeah, that was not how that was supposed to go but you didn’t appreciate what he suggested. Yeah, you were hurting but not anymore. It was unbelievable, the audacity and confidence he had behind that when he could’ve just declined without reason.
“So, did you walk away after that? There’s no way you two would’ve continued talking after that one.”
You re-positioned yourself on the couch and looked at your friend. There was a reason why you were getting comfortable.
“Well…”
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
hello... uhhh.... surprise???
ive been tuning into the recent rap beef with kendrick and drake while writing this so you know i was motivated.
#zsakuva#asmr#sakuverse#zsakuvaxreader#alex#yahhh lets get that angst#angst#okay#pls dont be mad i left u on another cliffhanger
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bad habit
pairing: rafe cameron x female reader
summary: y/n finds out rafe cameron had a crush on her. is it too late for them to pursue their feelings?
word count: 1153
a/n: i had so much fun writing this! inspired by one of my fav songs, "bad habit" by steve lacy. hope you enjoy <3
It was summer break. You, along with the Pogues and various other company from the island (Rafe and his friends) had decided to take a trip to a nice resort for the week.
At the end of another long day spent lounging on the beach, the group was gathered around a fire on the hotel rooftop, debriefing the day's events.
"Oh my god, did you see Sam and Jenna? They were totally flirting with each other!" Sarah brought up.
"Okay, I am SO glad you brought that up. I thought I was the only one that noticed," Cleo said.
"Wait, they're not already dating?" JJ asked.
"Babe— they're dating other people," Kie told him.
"W-what? That makes no sense-" A wave of realization hit JJ. "Oh... ohhhhh..."
The group laughed.
"But isn't that crazy? That you thought they were already dating but they're both in separate relationships already?" Pope said.
"Right?" you responded. "I mean, how hard is it to lay off when you find out someone's already taken?"
"No yeah, when I heard Y/N had a boyfriend, I backed off," Rafe said.
You nearly choked on your drink, but tried to compose yourself. Did you just hear him correctly?
"Wait, what?" you asked, turning toward him.
"Well, uhhh, how do I put this?" He took another sip of his drink, for liquid courage you presumed. "When I first met you, I kinda had a crush on you but you were dating that guy at the time so I never said anything."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah... but it didn't matter anyway. You made it very clear you didn't like me."
That's not true. You almost blurted out.
Instead, you tried to change the conversation back to Sam and Jenna, willing everyone else in the group to follow you.
"Yeah, I saw him check her into his hotel room, wonder what that's about," you said, trying your best to look unfazed by Rafe's confession.
"Oh, I think we know...." Topper was saying, but you were already zoning out.
—
As the night came to a close, people began heading back up to their rooms.
You picked up a few cans on the ground and made your way to the elevators.
"Hey, Y/N. Wait up," Rafe sped up to catch up with you. "Can I walk you back to your room?"
You couldn't talk to him, not right now. You needed at least 24 hours to process what he had just told you. It may not have been a big deal to him, but it was to you.
"Oh, you know I'm really tired so I was just gonna go to sleep," you said.
"That's alright, I just wanted to talk to you on the way down. If that's okay with you."
God, you were never able to say no to him.
"Yeah, sure," you gave in.
At the elevator doors, you clicked the down arrow. It seemed as though they were taking longer than usual to come.
Rafe looked down at his watch, "It's nearly 1 am, they can't be busy on other floors."
"Guess we're stuck here," you tried to relieve some of the tension in the air.
Luckily, at that moment a door opened up and the two of you stepped inside.
"Thank god it came, it was getting cold up there," Rafe commented.
You knew he was just trying to fill the awkward silence, but you'd rather he get straight to the point.
When the doors opened on your floor and you stepped out, you asked him, "So, what is it you wanted to talk about?"
He seemed taken aback at your straightforwardness for a second, but quickly answered, "About the thing I said about liking you."
"What about it?"
"Well, you didn't really seem to react to it at all. In fact, you kinda just went back to the conversation, I didn't know if you actually cared."
You often hid your emotions around people, but especially around those that threatened to tear down your walls. Someone like Rafe.
It was no surprise to you that he couldn't read your feelings for him all those years ago, nor earlier that night when you were silently panicking.
This was just something you did to protect yourself from getting hurt. If you revealed your true emotions, it was a sign of weakness, a way for someone to come in and take advantage of you.
You sighed, "Look, Rafe. Of course, I cared. I was just shocked, that's all."
"Shocked? I thought I made it pretty obvious I liked you," he responded.
You were outside your hotel room at this point, deciding whether or not to go in.
"Obvious? Rafe, I thought you were just teasing me or something. I didn't believe you could like me."
He seemed genuinely hurt by this. "How could I not?"
The air flew out of your lungs and you swore you stopped breathing for a minute.
He continued, "Y/N, when I met you, you were so incredibly kind and sweet. I wasn't used to that, I guess. Everyone on the island has this preconceived notion of the kind of guy I am, but no one ever really takes the time to get to know me. I feel like you did."
You couldn't help but smile, "I wanted to see for myself what all the fuss was about."
"Stop," he chuckled. "And what was your verdict?"
"I thought you were too good for me."
"You seriously don't believe that."
"I seriously do. I met you and I swear I've never felt that way about anyway before in my life." You tried to find the right words to articulate your thoughts, "It scared me."
"So that's why you acted like you hated me?"
You laughed lightly, "To be fair, that's just how I flirt with people. Sorry you didn't get the memo."
"Wait- but what about that guy you started dating?"
"Now, I thought this was obvious. I only started dating him because I thought you didn't like me."
It looked like Rafe was joining you in having revelations tonight. The miscommunications were enough to make him dizzy.
"Are you serious?" He couldn't help but laugh. "You didn't even give me the time of day, how was I supposed to know you liked me?"
You shrugged, "I wish I knew you wanted me."
"Would that have made a difference?"
"Yeah, honestly. I have a bad habit of biting my tongue and staying silent on these things but if I knew I'd be with you..."
He was closer to you now. "Well, would you mind if I made a pass on you now?"
"Now that you know?" he added.
You turned around, scanning your keycard to open the door to your room.
"Funny you would come back to me like this," you tugged on the collar of Rafe's shirt, pulling him into your room. "Wanna come find out, Cameron?"
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron imagine#obx#outer banks#obx x reader#obx imagine#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#rafe cameron x you
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─Headcanons─
kyle x reader older ver.
hc; reader who cries during sex
cw; slight? nsfw
note; (based off the request) okay doing kyle bc he's my bby girl ⤵
bro is so WORRIED and panicking
his immediate reaction is to stop and check on you to see of you're okay
"Y/n are you okay?? Does it hurt that bad? I mean we can just stop of you're uncomfortable, I-"
"no no I'm okay-! I'm just nervous.. We're literally about to do it and I'm crying on the spot oh my god this is embarrassing." 🤕
He thinks he's HURT you or something but it's just your nerves acting up
Like this one time
You actually suggested wanting to 'make love' the fancy way he likes you to put it instead of sex, cause it just sounds vulgar and eww
anyway he was on the couch on his phone, parents weren't home and you were hungry for him
not literally
but dick
you get?
you understand what
yeah, okay moving on
You crawled over to him on the couch and nudged his arm, getting his attention.
"hm?"
"hey."
"hi."
"you look like you need your dick sucked rn"
"🧍"
2 minutes later after convincing the ginger and teasing he finally gave in with a flush.
"here on the couch?"
"shi, I didn't know you was a freak like that."
"NO IM ASKING"
"ohh sure" 💁🏾♀️
He's sitting on the couch with his hands pinned to the sides of him, hesitantly watching you carefully pull the strings to his sweats. On your knees upon him, though you would stop mid-way as the tie just started to get loose.
Breaking into a cold sweat and swallowing hard.
Kyle looked at you confused and worried something might've been wrong.
"Y/n are you okay?" He asked.
You stared down at the tie starting to attempt to untie it again but very much struggling to do so as you sniffled to yourself.
Why the fuck was this tie so hard to UNTIE all of a sudden your fingers couldn't just do the simple task of untying something 💔💔
Tears swelled your eyes, your cheeks burning up overall body temp burning up. You felt like you were gonna lose it
BECAUSE OF A TIE??
well no
not really
you're soo nervous..
😭😭
why be confident then all of a sudden turn into a big pussy 😒
I'm jk but fr
Kyle kept staring trying to come up with something to say but you looked up at him slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek.
"Holy shit Y/n, baby are you oka-"
"I wanted to suck your dick but I'm too nervous now.." 😕☹️
Kyle blinks, he's obviously so confused but can't help but giggle at your mood switch. He brings his hand to his mouth to cover up the little laugh.
"awe y/n- you don't have to do it if you don't wanna.. come here baby.." He reassured in a caring tone, grabbing your hand.
He brings you onto the couch with him to hug as you weeped
You held onto him as he cuddled you, rubbing your back to soothe you but still you could just tell he was holding back from laughing further.
"I know you're laughing.."
"what? no!"
it's silent for a second before he snickers. You groan leaning off of him.
"Okay okay! I'm sorry its JUST THAT-"
"omg you're an ass.." you sniffled, wiping away tears from your embarrassed face.
He brings you back toward him to hug you tight, trying to show you he cares.
not like he just laughed in your face
noo
I'm jk he would never (maybe) okay it depends but
He lays a kiss on your head, wiping away the final tears off your face.
"It's okay to be nervous I get it."
"Yeah I know."
"..what's that supposed to mean"
"mm.. nothing anyway.."
Kyle's also nervous asf when it's comes to
SEX
I mean
"making love" 🤓☝🏾
yall fr best match
but he doesn't cry during it 😭 unless you're giving him like heavenly top
Then okay I guess he'd have some tears in his eyes
I'm going off topic UHHH 🤳🏽
there was another time where yall was just fooling around you know 😚💁🏾♀️
then things lead to another and WOAH he's rubbing his member against your lips (other one )
You start to feel that sinking feeling in your stomach almost like you were going to throw up, I mean you were totally ready for him to ruin your insides omfg nothing more you wanted right now but
OH WOW
your nerves.
just as when he was about to put it in he saw a tear roll down your face, avoiding his contact.
He quickly felt so disgusted with himself, was he hurting you? What if you didn't want this? Maybe he took it the wrong way.
he's so careful and cautious yet so frantic as he asks what's wrong while his hands go to cuff your face softly.
"Yes what? No I'm okay I'm just like anxious.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stress you out."
poor baby thinks he's making you uncomfortable
#𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙡⋆ ★#tbh no idea where i was going with this im so sleepy rn#south park#south park x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle x reader#:33
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i just saw a random divorce jily rant that ends w snily and prongsfoot of yours in tags on a reblog and i feel like a stalker but uhhh please please i would like to hear sm sm sm more about that ill pay you
Hello Anon!!!
(A but of jily critical) (be cautious) (also a bit of lily abd james critical)
To be quite honest, I never prescribed to the 'madly in love jily' idea. Something about the couple didn't sit with me the right way. Especially as we are only told that jily were made for each other, what we saw was how much toxic they were for each other.
So, I am proper against the idea that they had a perfectly healthy marriage.
Add to that how Prongsfoot is practically canon. With Sirius's never ending love for James and James time and time again choosing Sirius.
I love the idea that in a world where voldy didn't exist, they would fight like those crazy couple fight we all secretly enjoy to watch and gossip over.
Just about doing everything to pull other's nerve short of actually killing them.
See, James is a free spirit, we know he loves to fool around and be praised for just plain existing.
Lily on the other hand is an uptight person.
So on paper they work. Opposite attract. Enemies to lovers sorta of way.
I even agree that james's determination equals Lily's stubbornness.
BUT. We know Lily is okay putting her head under the sand as long as she keeps on liking you. know this because apparently Snape has been going around calling slurs to every muggleborn except her. She never stopped him, never fought with him on it. Just this one time he calls her, she burst like a volcano on him. So, her righteousness is more of self-righteous ness and not a charity for all.
Applying this to jily relationship. In the beginning with teenage hormones and budding romance, she let's James's dark side slide over. But then as things progress to marriage, she begins seeing him without rose tinted glasses.
He is good but he is bad too.
What is even worse is that she can see james being his usual grey shade of person with everyone but her. Around her he tries to be this picture perfect human being.
That irks her even more. Making her realise that just like james is hiding his bad side from lily, Lily herself is hiding her bad traits from herself. James working like a mirror to her own personality. Where she is selfish and callous and mean.
Still she let's things slide, hides her dark side and let james do the same with her.
But then the breaking point is her meeting with snape. Snape who is still the same sourpuss human being who doesn't even try to convince people that he is a decent human being. He let's people think whatever they want to think about him.
When she reunites with her ex friend, she lets go of that part of herself where she always tries to be the sweet kind person. always on the show. Realising how much heavy it is to be in a relationship where she has the role of being james's moral police.
James on the other hand thought that this is what life is supposed to be. Get a job. Marry a nice girl, have kids and then keep on living.
Always a little jealous of Sirius who lives life like a nomad. Trying various careers but never settling for one. Trying dating but never long term. All around happy with how life is going.
Meanwhile for james realising that adulthood is not all that fun as he had thought as a kid. All the responsibilities and what not. Always a little scared of what next flaw of his lily will point out, silently demanding him to hide it from her.
The sense of loss of freedom and the taste of it whenever he is with Sirius.
...
This story can have so many permutations and combinations. I will list top 5 here,
James and lily keep on living their life as it is. Never daring to take leap of faith. Getting broken and hurting each other and their children but never letting go. Disabled in their belief that this is how life is supposed to be.
Lily realises it is time to move on but James doesn't want to. In the end james is left alone with his school days sweetheart dumping him out of nowhere. (Delusional James.)
Opposite for lily. Not understanding why james want to break their perfectly lovely marriage. (Delusional Lily)
James and lily talk. Have a easy divorce, become friends. Share with each other that they are in love with their respective bffs. Help each other get their men. Here things can go two ways-
A) Happily ever after with snily and Prongsfoot.
B) This one is my favorite because I love the idea of pampered and cherished kids lily and james having to live an adult life with endless grief.
Sirius and snape have begin tryst. And before they can tell Sirius and snape about their feelings, s and s tell them that they are dating. Later, snape and Sirius live happily ever after meanwhile lily and james are broken and lost forever.
I like this last ending the most despite being an avid fan of Prongsfoot because the devotion that Sirius has for james and snape has for lily, it is uncanny. They stopped living for themselves and begin living for the love of their lives.
And whatever james and lily try to do, I don't think they could ever be as obsessive and gone as Sirius and Snape are for them.
These boys had bad lives as children.so I like the idea of them getting a chance to move on, getting loved by an equally giving partner. Matching their own worship.
Canon Lily and james will, in my humble opinion, leave a lot to desired. Making Sirius and snape feel like a second choice. Always left doubting are they not enough.?
So yeah, Sirius and snape not even realising that the love they waited all the years for is now being offered to them when they got over it and begin channeling it to a different person. They simply begin healing each other from their respective unrequited love. In the process falling for each other... (I will pay to read this!!!)
#James Potter#lily evens#lily evans critical#It's not but don't want to risk it#Jily critical#Prongsfoot#Snily#Sirius Black#Severus Snape#Snirius#Black x prince
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what's interesting about Zenigata throughout the Lupin iii franchise is that he doesn't really have a core interiority. Everything about Zenigata is exterior.
Part 4 does this insane thing with him where he's locked into his role as judge/jury/executioner to such an extent that it seems pathological--he has to keep Lupin in prison even though it is making him, personally, miserable with grief. He has to make sure Lupin dies rather than let him escape. It will literally destroy the foundation of who he is as a person if he succeeds in the goal he's assigned himself, but he can't possibly do anything else. The law is the law and his job is his job, and he can't let himself be anything else even for a moment. It's fucking intense! It's Greek tragedy!
Compare that to part 5, which was made like? two years? later. And in this one, Zenigata explicitly states that he wants to put Lupin in jail because it's the only way to make Lupin understand his actions have consequences. To force him to turn over a new leaf, make him go straight, and then meet him on the other side. Literally wants to buy him a drink when he gets out of prison.
These could not be more different--I mean it's Antigone vs A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. Are either of them more true to the spirit of the character than the other? Well. It's really hard to say, because we just don't know these things about Zenigata in Part One!
What's his relationship to justice? How does he feel about The Law? Is he a corrupt cop, is he noble? Is his chasing Lupin driven by career aspirations or personal passion?
EDIT: I have now read the manga translations, and uhhh well. Apparently they met in college and Zenigata hated his vibe SO bad he spent the rest of his life trying to kill the guy. Not sure that helps us much here.
As it stands, here's a rough list of the stuff I've watched and what its take on Zenigata is
Part One: in the first episode, Zenigata gives a brief explanation of their dynamic (for the sake of the audience) which is already WELL established in-universe. Here he says something like, "Lupin, if you weren't the Grandson of Arsene Lupin, and I wasn't the descendant of the famous Zenigata..." implying that something about this dynamic would change if it wasn't for their Cosmically Assigned Destinies as products of their Two Houses Alike in Dignity etc. What would be different? Would they be friends? I don't know! But Zenigata definitely seems to be beholden to the legacy of his own family here.
there's also an ep where Zenigata has Lupin in jail successfully. Zenigata stays on site guarding the jail the whole 6 months, and eventually one of the other guards says if I didn't know any better I'd think you were looking forward to seeing him escape.
later episodes led by Miyazaki lean more heavily on the context of his career; his relationship to his boss, a conference he wants to attend in his field, the fear of one's job being outmoded by technology etc.
The Mystery of Mamo: Zenigata has so much personal passion! When they tell him to drop the case, he literally quits the force to chase Lupin as a private citizen! This is the one where he swears he'll follow Lupin to the gates of Hell because they are fated rivals. This is also the one where he literally tries to stake Lupin in case he's turned into a vampire. so. I don't know man. He's fucking unhinged in this movie, it's pretty great.
Mamo is known to be closer in tone to the manga than anything else, but Zenigata is not this rabid in the manga. Manga Zenigata is more contemptuous and put-upon.
The Castle of Cagliostro: this is a neutral good Zenigata at his most admirable. When he can't get justice through the law, he teams up with criminals in order to circumvent corrupt government officials. He's also headstrong and fully willing to risk his own career, but not ready to throw it away at the first inconvenience. He is "very fond" of Lupin. He enjoys the chase, but he can put it aside in order to fry bigger fish. You get the impression that he cares about correcting injustice more than the letter of the law.
Part Two: Lupin fakes his death twice that I can remember and BOTH times Zenigata cries about it. On the first occasion, Zenigata shakes the corpse, begs it to wake up, then wonders tearfully what he's going to do with himself now that Lupin is dead. On the second occasion, Zenigata first tries to KILL himself rather than allow Lupin to rescue him (out of a sense of pride) and then cries and calls Lupin a "great man" after Lupin fakes a fatal crash. The resentment IMMEDIATELY gives way to mourning. He's very cavalier with his own life, but precious about Lupin's.
By the way, I love how much this man cries. I ALSO love crying in public and being homoerotically obsessed with my enemies. He's so relatable
the other thing is that this Zenigata is VERY binary about roles; he refuses to jailbreak from extralegal imprisonment because "cops don't escape jail". Doesn't matter that the jail is run by terrorists who are going to kill him, that's Not What Cops Do.
The Fuma Conspiracy: Lupin has faked his death yet again, and Zenigata has--in direct response to this--quit the force and BECOME A MONK, and explicitly says he is busy praying for Lupin's soul so that Lupin can be reincarnated as a law abiding citizen in his next life. What the fuck does this say about Zenigata? Buddy we don't have time to unpack that whole suitcase. In brief: Zenigata is prescriptive about law and legality as equaling goodness/dharma/morality etc. But he also changed his entire life so that he could remain dedicated to THE SOUL OF HIS DEAD NEMESIS. So this is clearly very personal, and has nothing to do with his career.
Part Three: limited familiarity with this one but I HAVE seen the episode where Zenigata gets fired due to his boss's embezzlement scheme and subsequently uncovers the scheme--there's a bit where Lupin pretends to mug him in an alley so they can have a private conversation, and Zenigata IS pretty quick to jump on the trail of this embezzlement scheme instead of chasing Lupin, once he's been tipped off. Perhaps more career driven in this one.
Lupin First Contact: some combination of career-based ambition and, like, Unrequited Rivalry At First Sight. He came here to chase Fujiko and got so distracted by this other idiot that he nearly forgot about her. To be fair, this story is narrated by Lupin so it may not even be an accurate representation of Zenigata within its own canon.
Ten Thousand Movies other from 1990-2005: girl most of these are so bad they are so SO bad. Most of the time Zenigata is not a major player. I can't remember anything he did in these except--oh, in Burning Memories, he uses the jute he keeps in a shinto shrine in his apartment after it survives a major fire. Loved that.
Also, he dresses in drag at the beginning of Farewell Nostradamus. This has nothing to do with anything I just loved it.
The Woman Called Fujiko Mine: corrupt cop. dirtbag. full stop.
okay, no, really. Here he is explicitly concerned with his career; he laments that he had to take grunt work to get by, talks about being busted down the chain after reporting his dirty boss, is extremely defensive of anyone muscling in on his Case even someone he has every reason to trust... this is a man who only cares about his career
he does fuck Fujiko and it IS a corrupt move. He seems to imply he's done this before with other thieves. He KNOWS she faked an orgasm and he doesn't care. He's mean as hell.
He cares about his pride. He seems to think Having Personal Pride is incompatible with participating in corruption. Does not explain why he exploited Fujiko Mine for sex. Maybe corruption doesn't count if you don't respect the person you're violating the rights of.
So, overall, have I got a thesis?
Basically, everyone who writes Zenigata has a different take on what his core motivation is. All the stuff that is core to Zenigata is in his affect, in his actions. He's enthusiastic, emotional, hotheaded, stubborn, prone to cackling, smart but not quite smart enough. What he thinks and what he feels, what he does in his private life, remains surprisingly mysterious.
Several of these takes are mutually exclusive. Mamo and Cagliostro simply do not overlap, just like Part 4 and Part 5 are at odds with each other. You can't put Mamo and Cagliostro and Part 1 in a blender without creating some new third thing inaccurate to all three.
For my money, here's what I think the core points would be, if I was starting out to write a fresh series or something:
the Shinto angle; his duty to the family legacy, especially with a famous ancestor like the OG Zenigata, looms large over the current inspector. He has a lot to live up to.
although they met through his job, he's very specifically attached to Lupin in a way that has nothing to do with his job; in fact, his desire to be close to Lupin is at odds with his career
he started out being ambitious and career oriented--this is why he started chasing Lupin, hoping to make a name for himself.
his career has fully stalled out and he's in conflict with himself about the joy his gets from chasing Lupin vs the expectations he set for himself ten years ago
ACAB; if he's actually ethical and cares about civil rights, he's got to be Insanely Unpopular with other cops. The only reason he might be able to get away with this and still have a job is that he's A) an accidental celebrity now with a weird amount of public clout B) he's got insane tunnel vision and doesn't notice major violations of human rights unless they are Directly In his Line of Vision. Nonetheless, this is unsustainable in the long term.
*I'm also a proponent of "Zenigata used to be more ruthless and corrupt, but he's actually picked up ethics somehow from being around criminals all the time" simply because. it is funny.
In conclusion: probably the reason we don't have solid answers to these questions is because Zenigata is like a dog chasing cars. He doesn't know what he'd do with one if he caught it. Nonetheless, he's gotta chase that goddamn fiat.
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Ask and you shall receive . . . sorta. Technically still considering myself on hiatus but I wanted to do a quick story since I didn't want to get rusty.
For @m3ch4s7r1k3r~
This will be a Author X Reader story
It was a crowded hotel lobby but you noticed the me sitting in the corner of the lobby. Normally seeing me wearing unbuttoned dress shirts or in some suggestive pose (my editor's idea), today you are shocked to see me with a black baseball cap, with a light blue hoodie, and black joggers.
Building up the courage to walk up to me I noticed you when you when you were maybe a few feet from me. "Uhhh . . . hi?" I muttered, seeing a person approach me in my lazy outfit caught me off guard. I then I noticed the latest copy of my book, a series of TF stories, wrapped in your arms. "Ahh I see" I said with a smile, grabbing your book and signing it. "Thank you for your support . . . Raymond. Here you go! Thanks for reading!" You grab the book back, heart racing, but standing still. After an awkward moment, I speak up. "Would you . . . like to have a seat? I'm waiting on my boyfriend but he won't be here for a while. Would you like to keep me company?"
Nervously you sit down and introduce yourself.
"Nice to me you" I said with a smile on my face.
"Nice to meet you too! I'm a big fan! Your stories are so hot, where do you get the inspiration for them?"
I tilt my head to the side and place my finger on my cheek, trying to think of an answer. As I thought I take a look at you up and down. Examining every detail of you. Finally I spoke. "Well they are mostly based on true events haha".
"True events?" you said confused "Like you have people roleplaying objects?"
I place my hand over my mouth and chuckled "No as in I REALLY transform people." "But how is that possible?" You questioned.
"Well you see I can use magic. My specialty is transformation magic~" I say with a grin.
You look at my with disbelief, it was already hard to believe this thin twink was your favorite author, but now he is saying he is a wizard.
"Don't believe me?" I say leaning towards you.
"W-well its hard to believe? Magic isn't real?"
"Well there are only a handful of us left, and as long as we don't expose ourselves we tend to leave each other be."
"Then why are you telling me?" You say skeptically.
"Well I was just sizing you up just now. . . you look like my ideal subject for my next story. . . interested in being transformed?" I say with a sparkle in my eye, I run my finger down the side of your face.
You were skeptical at first, but eventually you somehow ended up in my hotel room.
"Glad you decided to join me~" I say looking pleased.
"Yeah sure. . .what are you transforming me into?"
"Well its a secret . . . just play along"
"S-sure . . ." you said hesitantly "You'll turn me back right? I mean I have a job and-"
"Don't worry too much! None of the people I transformed stayed transform since I normally use a reverse spell after I am done. . . though I do have some people who ask me to transform them on their free time too . . ." I said staring at my shoes. "Well here we go" I said, putting my index finger in my mouth, coating it with my saliva and pulling it out. I place it in front of you. "Say ahhhhhh"
You stare at the finger, thinking I'm nuts.
"I need some of my DNA in you for this to work. . . I would normally fuck you, but like I said I plan to meet up with my boyfriend later and you know~"
You think to yourself, worse case I have a part of him in me I guess. You opened your mouth and sucked on the finger. "MMmmm" You moaned as you realized how sweet my saliva was. Like the best tasting syrup. "Ahhh ahhhh" I moaned, enjoying you sucking on my finger. After a few moments more, I pull my finger out despite you resisting. "Well well you sure liked that more than I thought you would."
You nodded and suddenly you started feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, like a warm fuzzy feeling. You don't know what it is but you try to contain yourself. "Ahh . . its supposed to work now but you are resisting . . . gotta calm down a bit dear . . . " I said as I sit on your lap and started making out with you. I wrapped my arms around you and stick my tongue in you. We moan in unison as the warm feeling continues to build in your body. But your mind is slowly going blank, losing control with just me playing with your tongue with mine. Eventually you start to go numb and lose feeling in your arms and legs. They feel as if they were shrinking. Eventually you feel me getting on top of you, or that you are getting smaller. Your body heats up and you feel like blacking out as I remove my mouth from yours.
Moments later it gets hard for you to see, everything is dark. You cannot move, but you feel extremely aroused. You hear some rustling as I dig through your clothes. "Here you are" I say as I pick you up.
"Wow it worked!" I say with a proud grin "Oooh, I think I made you a bit bigger than I had planned . . ."
You grow confused, what did I transform you into?
I walk towards the mirror and you see your new form, a giant cock.
"N-no way thats me!" You thought to yourself, unable to talk. I had transformed you into a disembodied cock, a almost perfect replica of your own, except maybe twice or thrice the length and girth.
"You look pretty sexy now!" I said pleased with my work. You sense a bit of lust in my voice. "Well you were such a good kisser. . . maybe I will reward you . . ." I said opening my mouth wide, bigger than what you thought was possible as I started sucking you, the tip disappearing into my maw. "MMmmm MMMmmmm" I moaned, gripping my sheets of the bed. You feel an even hotter sensation as your feel your body grow. Not wanting to lose to your new cock body, I wrapped my arms around your ball sack and let your shaft get inside of me, your tip now going down my throat as I use my tongue and mouth to suck you off. You feel a warm sensation as you realize you have entered my stomach. You feel a knot growing in your new "throat" as I suck you off. You feel yourself salivating in the form of precum leak out of you into my belly. I moaned feeling it fill me up but I know the best was coming. I continue to suck you off and use both hands to stroke the parts of you out of my body. You feel yourself heat up and barely stay conscious, an insane wave of lust and ecstacy wash over you as you are pleasured by my mouth and hands.
You try as hard as you could to hold on, but you feel the knot in throat release, pumps and pumps of cum gushes out of your mouth (tip) of your dick body and into my stomach. "mmmmmmmmMMmmmmm" I moan as my belly fills up with your love juices. As your balls run dry, you feel your body shrink again and slip out of my mouth. I gasp for air as I caress you lovingly. "Well that was a lot of fun~ Glad you came with me now?" I giggled knowing you can't respond. I get up wobbly with a belly inflated with cum. I pat my stomach as I look pregnant now. "I think I got the inspiration to my new story now. Thanks a bunch." I snap my fingers "Reverse!" I shout, but nothing happens. "Hmmm . . . Reverse" I try again, and again, but nothing happens. "Uh oh . . ." I said closing my eyes. After staying silent as I scanned my body I opened my eyes. "Shoot . . . I should have noticed this, but I guess transforming you into a giant cock took most of my magic . . . I don't even have enough magic to use reverse.
You should be panicking but the thought of staying as a cock aroused you. Without me noticing you got hard again thinking about it.
"Its fine its fine, my boyfriend isn't gonna be back for another few hours. . .I'll just take a magic pill and I'll be charged up in an hour." I say as my phone ring, it was my boyfriend. I answered my phone "Hi babe, hows your meeting? uh huh . . . HUH?" I panicked "Your done early and about a block away . . . sure dear. Looking forward to seeing you soon!" I say as I hang up. "Oh crap, babe's gonna kill me . . . he said no more transforming people when he's not around to watch anymore!" I run around and grabbed your clothes, tossing it into my luggage. "Ok what do I do with you . . ." I say looking at your erect form. Too big for my bag, and my boyfriend has to examine every corner of a hotel room before he can relax, so I can't hide you. "Crap crap crap . . . " I thought as my time was running out. "ah . . . guess I have no choice. . ." I said as I pulled out a bottle of lube that I was saving for later. I squeeze some into my hand and use it to lather you up. You moaned in your mind as I thoroughly spread lube all over you for whats to come. After you are covered I opened my ass up and inserted the tip of your body into me. "ahh ahhh" I winced, not being used to being the one taking it. I slowly inserted you, your body throbbing in joy as you are being sucked into my ass. Eventually I get all of your shaft inside of me. On the outside, an imprint of your cock body can be seen. "Ahhh. . . " I said as the last of your cock goes in me. "Thank god for oversize hoodies. . ." I say as I put my hoodie back on. I put my pants on as well and realized this wouldn't work. Your balls made my ass look awkward. I hmphed and sighed. "Sorry love but . . . " I say as I place my hands on your sack. I push as much as I could and eventually your sack and the rest of you enter my ass. My asshole closes sealing you in. I feel you squirm in both joy and fear inside of me. "Ahh ahh you're gonna fuck up my insides if you keep doing that" I said moaning. "I'll just tell him I'm tired and when he's asleep I'll fix you!!!" Suddenly you stopped moving. I thought you calmed down but I felt a warm liquid fill me up again and trying to escape my ass. "Crap you came again?? Stopp!" I moaned as I clenched my ass to keep everything inside of me.
Moments later my boyfriend opened the door and gives me a hug. "Ray Ray I finished early to see you!" He said lovingly, he felt a warm sensation in my belly region. "What's this?" He said puzzled. "Ahh well you know. . . I thought you were gonna take a while longer so I had some fun with my magic. . ."
My boyfriend pouted "Without me?"
"Sorry babe sorry babe, We'll have fun tomorrow. I kinda went overboard and used up my magic for today." I faked a yawn "Actually I'm pretty tired, I think I'll call it a night early. . . "
"Uhhh no?" My boyfriend looked at me "Tonight's the Erotica Awards and you are attending remember?"
"Oh crap. . ." I thought. Tonight was the awards show, thats why we traveled a few cities over and that was why my boyfriend finished work early.
I snap my fingers and my dress shirt expands to be able to fit my new body. "Thats the last time I mess with inflation magic right?" I said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh you~ Hurry up we'll be late."
As I change and get out the door, I rub my belly again "Guess I gotta fix you later . . ." I thought "Well he's still cumming so maybe he'll be fine . . ."
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Fav fics from ur moots?
ok ok im gonna try and fit as many moots in here as i can no matter how much we do or don't talk because i want to hype them all up and show how much i love their fics so answers under the cut
also if you weren't included im so sorry i literally love you all i just need to go stalk ur masterlists lol
@smileysuh - anteric; literally IS SO GOOD LIKE THE PLOT >>> minwon is so supportive i am literally so pro polyamory i have read it multiple times (ok but also a break too like nova's minwon fics are insane)
@gamerwoo - sharing is caring but i don't care; it was so cute and funny and the push and pull between minwon is so cute like fdjaslkf i love the dynamic and wonwoo being possessive
@jihoonotes - yearning; so mel is not active anymore (rip </3) but if you know anything about me you know how insane i am over this smau and im putting it on here so everyone can go read it and die over it with me (the slow burn was BURNING HOLY SHIT)
@sluttywoozi - paper rings; JIHOON FLUFF MY BELOVED it's so adorable and i love this song too so it's the perfect pairing and jihoon is written so sweetly also it plays into me being in love with jihoon's muscles
@leejihoonownsmyheart - on film; it is deadass one of my favorites of all time it's written so adorably, i love the reader and the dynamic with jihoon and it has humor and a bit of angst and its everything i need
@ssinboo - grasp the thorn; ROYALTY AU WHERE MINGYU KILLS PEOPLE FOR THE READER??? SIGN ME TF UP also just bath sex is so hot they're so cute but also fjslsdakasdfkl i loved this fic sm
@bitchlessdino - they're all so goodf jsklfa partying in your birthday suit; one of the first fics i read from nana and like??? I WAS A CHANGED MAN, it was cute and so hot and i love how they reconnected from knowing each other in the past
@pepperonidk - home for the holidays; fluffy adorable goodness that just warmed my heart and it helps that christmas is my favorite holiday (also i love a good fake dating trope)
@duhnova - bad dog; i re-read it today and like maybe i am biased because of my own interests but literally i love puppy boy gyu and like the reader is so mean but ajlkskldfs literally died the first time i read it
@onlyseokmins - neighbor!au thoughts; i know these aren't like full out fics but they have a CHOKEHOLD on me like i eat them up everytime i see a new one like yall don't get how insane i am over them
@strawberryya - claws; the idea of scratching up soonyoung's back makes me feral idk what it is but like fdsjkla him and the reader both were just so damn sexy in this fic
@savventeen - to build a home; i don't think this is a suprise this fic changed my life it was the best fluff i could imagine and it just made my heart happy like i love the way jihoon was characterized
@ncteez - ALL OF THEM LITERALLY??? if i had to pick one uhhh the perks of being that guy; i will be loyal to jihoon lol but also IT WAS SO GOOD the plot flowed well and it was funny but also cute and the smut was SO HOT JFDSKLA hon you really devoured with this one
@cheolhub - just the tip; very on brand for mingyu he was just so needy and cute the (small bit of) build up was delicious like when i read this i was screaming the whole time
@toruro - the letter; i feel like im legally obligated to say this fjsadkl but it is a REALLY good fic and ik how much work mika put into it and it was literally A MASTERPIECE like the reader was so relatable and the angst and the dynamics and fsjdlafdskla. im also biased and LOVE this drabble wrote for me lol
@gyuswhore - the thing about love; it's a long fic WHICH I LOVE but it didn't even feel that long like i was so invested in the plot and i love soonie and the way his was characterized was literally perfect like the slowburn was worth it
@lovelyhan - meet cute of the century; i put all of my reviews on this fic when it came out but the slowburn? the minor angst? the smut? PERFECTION LIKE kai put so much into this fic AND IT PAID OFF
@jeonghantis - menace; i just reblogged this because i apparently forgot to the first time i read it but literally SO GOOD and so hot like fjdsalf they're both teases and so needy i was drooling also PILLOW HUMPING >>>>
@beefboyandbabygirl - girl code; obvi like it's my jihoon 2000s romcom fantasy it's everything i need and i love all of the dynamics and the built up AND JIHOON IS SO CUTE
@sluttyminghao - daybreak; i read this a long time ago but i love a good best friends!au and i love vernon lol it was so hot and so cute and i just love how nonie was written
@onlymingyus - 7pm; i DIED when this fic came out im not even joking like idk what was put in it BUT I AM LITERALLY BARKING the build up and tension was insane and like just bss fucking you drives me wild
@seokgyuu - challenge me; okay tbh i didn't know mitch wrote this so like fjskdlaf i read this before i even started my own blog and each chapter is so good the plot is funny and i cannot get enough of it if you have time binge the whole series its so worth it
@onlyhuis - art project; LITERALLY ONCE AGAIN A FIC I READ A WHILE AGO AND NEVER RB-ED APPARENTLY but so so sooooo hot like the set up is so sexy for no reason and the reader is so teasing AND THE PAINT DFJKLSAL anyways...
@thepixelelf - bluff and nonsense; obviously it's literally one of my most favorite things i've read like the angst is perfect and i love soonyoung's internal monologue its super well written like it could actually happen and i just really like the plot and set up ya know pls pls pls go give this one a read if you haven't yet (and there's a she/her and he/him ver too!)
@wongyuuu - elevator; my most recent moot literally due to this fic!!! it's so good like the emotions and angst put into it are next level and i love a good soulmate au so the idea that they cry together is so unique so go read it you will very much enjoy it
#rru.answers#rru.moots#rru.recs#wow look at all of these talented people#GO READ ALL OF THEIR FICS!!!#also why is this mostly jihoon wonwoo mingyu and soonyoung😭😭#nonie pls forgive me </3
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new year's hangover☆
lil drabble where you befriend ghost at the tf141 new year's party... what can possibly go wrong?
content: drunkness, socially anxious-ish reader, ghost being ghost, passing out and hickeys.
author's note: UHHH HAI IM BACK?!?!? icl im kinda hating myself because im posting a drabble instead of a full work.... am sorry.. mi bad mi bad... also im waiting for friday for new invincible content because the brainrot is REALLL
also pls pretend i posted this on new year's eve... HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YALL BTWWWWW
shotout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan bc i want to make her bitter /hj, and to @michelleart8 ! <3
anyway enjoy and pls reblog
wc: 1836
"will you be coming at the new year's party tonight?" price asked as he noticed you filling some paperwork in the common room.
"i dont think so" you sigh, "im not that much of a social person, and i still have a lot of paperwork to fill in,let alone medical files."
"are you sure?" price asked, worried you might overwork yourself, but then an idea suddenly came to his mind. "i heard the lieutenant will be there as well, rumors have it you have a crush on him, so it'd be a good opportunity to actually talk to him, instead of just- avoiding him like you do."
the thought of captain price having noticed you had a crush on ghost sent a bright blush to your cheeks, but you waved those thoughts away.
"even if he was here, that doesn't mean i stand a chance with him" you reply, losing focus on your paperwork, now that the lieutenant was mentioned. "we barely talk anyway, and he seems to hate me so..."
"he seems to hate everyone" price chuckled, "dont take it personally. did the fact that he will be there change your mind?"
"i dont know" you sigh, but your little smile was betraying you. "it will depend on whether i have finished filling those files. at what time will it start?"
"around 7!" price replied with a subtle smile, feeling like he convinced you to come. "oh,and, you can come in a casual outfit, no need to pull up the formal uniform", he winked and left.
the few hours that separated you from the awaited party came, and all of a sudden a sudden peak of anxiety invaded you.
what if everyone made fun of your awful social skills? what if you didnt dress well enough?
your overthinking stopped as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket; surprisingly enough, it was a text from price.
are you coming? ghost is here 👀
you chuckled as you put on a comfy sweater, and headed to the common room.
"you came!!" price greeted you, smiling brightly at you. "make yourself at ease, go get yourself something to drink, and who knows? maybe alcohol can help you make a move on our lovely lieutenant" he chuckled, before handing you a cup of alcohol.
"do you... want to get me drunk so i could get rid of my social anxiety?" you asked price, raising an eyebrow.
"maybe" he chuckled, already sounding drunk, "is it working?"
"not reall- ouch"
you blushed brightly as you noticed ghost was the one who stumbled into you.
"oi," he said, sounding slightly drunk as well, "im sorry. must've lost my balance, probably drank too much already. you're y/n, right?"
"y-yes," you nod, still not over the interaction, praying he didn't notice the bright blush on your cheeks, "why?"
"because..." he tries to articulate, and nearly fell on the floor, "ive been meaning to tell you... you're doing a great ass good job... dont let my mean words convince you otherwise, k?"
"oh-" you said, taken aback by this sudden demonstration of kindness, your heart melting. "thank you lieutenant..?"
the evening went on, until the cheerful "happy new year!!!" resonated in the walls of the tf141's buildings, everyone happy to finally greet the new year.
the party then came to an end, and so you decided to stay a little longer to help clean the room. once you got done, and got ready to head back to your quarters, you noticed an odd figure.
was ghost... asleep? he sure seemed to. he probably passed out due to all the alcohol he had drank, and you couldn't blame him.
that's how he somehow ended in your quarters - and if you were to be honest, carrying a man as massive as him was NOT an easy thing, but you somehow managed to. you tried your best to put him in a comfortable position on your couch, but bringing him here was already kind enough, wasn't it? so you just left him laying down on the floor, covering his massive frame with a blanket, and put a pillow under his head.
"this sure was a strange new year's day" you thought out loud, "happy new year lieutenant"
just in case something happened to ghost, you decided pull an all nighter (?), and you were right to, well at least, soft of.
in the middle of the night, ghost woke up, seemingly not over his hangover.
"i'll tell you what, y/n, ive always been in love with you." he mumbled, barely able to stand.
your heart dropped at this confession, but you had to stay lucid: he couldn't possibly mean it, it had to be the alcohol, right? that would make no sense if he was in love with you.
but you couldn't help to secretely wish what he was saying was true, after all you know the saying: drunk words are sober thoughts, and now you really hoped the saying was true there.
"lieutenant,you're drunk, you should go back to sle-"
he interrupted you by kissing you, first on the lips, and then moved on to your neck, leaving a little trail of hickeys here and there.
you gave in the kiss, you knew it was wrong, but it felt so good, but quickly waved those thoughts off: it was wrong in any way. he was your superior, and drunk, you couldn't abuse his drunken state like that.
but the feel of his lips on yours sure felt like heaven...
as if nothing happened, he smirked softly as he pulled out of the kiss, and resumed his peaceful slumber on your floor.
however, the next morning was nothing like that.
"looks like someone had fun last night" ghost grumbled as he noticed your many hickeys. "what the fuck am i doing here? and where even is here, and did you poison me? why is my head pounding?" he asked, back to his usual stern self, and you would actually be surprised if he didnt.
"youre in my quarters" you reply as you handed him a cup of anti hangover tea. "i brought you here because we were the only two remaining at the party, and you passed out. and hum... about the hickeys, how much do you remember from last night?" you ask as you look away, embarassed at the thought of last night's passionate kiss.
"i dont remember shit, why?" he asked, sounding more annoyed than mean.
"okay i..." (you sigh) "promise not to get mad at me if i tell you?" (he shakes his head, annoyed) "okay, so... you confessed yesterday." you blurt out, "but that is not all." (you gulp.) "we also kissed and... you gave me those hickeys."
"oh." he said blankly, and you could feel the blush in his voice, despite his mask.
"yeah.." you chuckled awkwardly, not daring to look at him, "but i have one question though. were you honest when you said you... 'always have been in love with me?"
your heartbeat quickened as you waited for his answer, but you had to know.
"would it be weird if i said yes..?" he asked, unable to look at your eyes, and your heart nearly missed a beat. "i mean, youre always doing what youre told to despite the fact that i treat you like shit and... i don't know, i guess that made me develop a kind of soft spot for you... do you happen to feel the same way..?" he asked, and you could feel the vulnerability in his voice.
"i- i think i do..?" you replied, both confused and relieved. "i mean, i always thought you hated me but.. this feels a bit rushed. can we do it again?"
"okay" he nodded, "how does 'hello, my name is simon riley, known as ghost, lieutenant from the task force 141, and i am in love with the wonderful y/n' sounds?" ghost chuckled with a soft smile, loving at you with loving eyes.
"much better" you reply with a soft smile, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, way better.
later on that day, when you and ghost headed to the briefing room hand in hand, price couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"see? seems like alcohol can do wonders" he whispered, and it made you let out a small chuckle as well.
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I looked and looked and looked for who to credit this art for. Maybe I'm blind. Maybe I need to do alternative searches for art to use on my posts. Anyhow, I found both of these on Pinterest. If you or someone you know is the creator, please message me and I'll add the artist.
A/N = Lovely Rengoku. This man can fit into any situation and make it work ... well, maybe not ALL. But you know what I mean. This ~one-a-fucking-gain~ didn't pan out how I planned it. I was originally going to write a whole thing but it pretty much just ended itself. It worked out well, though, despite being kinda short.
C/W = I don't think there are any. Talk of nudity, a small group of nude people posing for artistic purposes. Other than that it's just a fluffy piece. Flirting between Rengoku and y/n (F!reader). Enjoy!
Sign Here X_____________
"Hey, this is beginning art, right?" You asked the man looking over the class syllabus on the wall. He looked to be close to your age, maybe a little younger. He was goddamn beautiful, too. Tall. Not an ounce of body fat in the wrong place. Muscular. Cool hair; blonde with red tips.
He looked at you. For a good 10 seconds before he said anything. Scanning over your face, stopping at your eyes and your lips. You found yourself feeling some way. Not uncomfortable, but like you were under a microscope. Being inspected.
"Yes, this is my class, beginning art."
You narrowed your eyes. "'Your class?' Oh, you mean you're in this class, too? Cool. Well, my name is y/n. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks."
"Heh, no, this is MY class. As in, I'm the instructor. I'm the everything ... actually." He said calmly and smiled at you as he put his hair back in a tight bun and you watched him walk to the oversized desk in the corner of the room.
"Hello, welcome to ...?" He rolled his hands out like as he was encouraging the classroom to interact.
"Arrrrtttt for beginnnnerssss!" Everyone participated. Even you. How could you not. This man could convince a perfectly healthy person to drink a vile of poison.
"Good job, kids," he laughed. Clearly noting the older people in the class. "In this course, we're going to learn how to draw animate and inanimate objects. Always be prepared because I will surprise you from time to time."
You looked around the class to see everyone was completely enthralled with this young man. The person to your left was a woman, maybe in her 40's. She looked nice. You leaned over and said, "I can't wait to see what kind of surprises he's talking about," and giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled back at your comment.
"Y/n, care to tell me what's so funny back there? I'm not here as a comedian. I'm here as an art teacher. So if comedy is more up your ... alley? Perhaps you would like to go to the room a few doors down and share your humor with everyone that isn't here to learn how to draw?"
You shut up real quick. "S-sorry ... uhhh, I-I don't know your name." You tilted your right ear toward him, waiting for his response.
"I was actually just getting to that before you flexed your humorous." He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You don't think he blinked the entire time, either.
"My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. Yes. It's a mouthful. Yes, you have to call me by my full name or I will kick you out of this class."
Your body sunk as he laughed. "No, not really. You can call me Kyo. I'll write it on the board in such a way it'll be simple enough to pronounce." He grabbed the chalk and began to say out loud what he was writing. "Kee-yoh. Kyo. Simple enough, yes?" He looked at you. Again. What the hell was up with him. "See, y/n, I can be funny, too."
You nodded, feeling your cheeks pink up. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of you as your face transitioned back to its original color.
"Now, what exactly is going to be a surprise in this class, you're probably wondering. I presume you all read the waiver etc. that was included in your packet? I know I got most of them back all signed. If you didn't sign one, stay after and talk to me."
Shit, you thought, I never got anything like that.
└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘
Class was only 45 minutes tonight as it was just a basic introduction about what would be covered and when.
"Y/n, may I have a moment of your time?" He sounded so relaxed when he talked. You thought about asking him what his secret was. "Did you mail in your signed waiver? I sent it out with the syllabus about 3 weeks ago?"
You started to twist your bottom lip around with your teeth. "I ... I don't - ah, I mean I didn't ever get that. None of it, Kyo."
He was taken aback by your use of his name so casually. So effortlessly.
"Hm. Look over your information here and tell me if it's correct." He handed you a planner and had you find your name.
You pointed at it.
"Here's my name, phone # and addre-" You stopped and looked at him. "This is my old address. Where did you get this from?"
You'd moved 5 months ago to a little house. But you thought you'd changed everything over before you'd even moved out.
"I got it from here, from the school."
"Ohhh, oh no. I forgot to notify the school." You got a worried look on your face. "Does that mean I'm going to be kicked out of this class?" You didn't even try to disguise your concern.
"Nooo! No, nothing like that, y/n. But I will need you to fill one out, just to cover everything."
"Cover? Cover what? You doing blood sacrifices in here or something?" You laughed.
He didn't. "Among other things, yes."
You waited for him to tell you he was kidding.
A full minute must've gone by before he gave you a half-smile, the left side of his mouth turning upward.
"There will be no sacrifices of any kind in my class, little lamb. Do not worry." He chuckled, rather darkly for someone who was trying to be reassuring.
Little lamb. You're pretty sure you had a "little" orgasm when he called you that.
"Just initial on these and sign at the bottom?" You pointed at the paper.
He put his hand next to where you were pointing, almost resting it right on top of yours.
"Mmmm ... mm-hm. Did you read what it said, y/n?"
You shook your head, quickly at first but then you slowed to an almost complete still.
"It's just about ... about art, and ... other stuff. R-right?" You swallowed hard, it hurt.
"It's basically a declaration that you're ok with nudity in any capacity. You're ok with multiple bodies being nude and draped or sitting on one another. "Basically ..." he continued, "that you're not going to file a sexual harassment claim against myself or the school because you're uncomfortable. It states very obviously that there will be profound nudity in this course. If you're NOT ok with that, then you're free to change your mind, of course. You'll get a full refund, no questions asked."
He watched your face closely for any kind of a reaction.
"Who - who will be the nude model?" You asked, trying to use your big girl voice.
"Anyone who is willing to pose. Sometimes it's someone from class. Sometimes it's someone from a newspaper ad that needs some rainy day money." He paused, "And sometimes," he leaned back in his chair, "sometimes, it'll be me." A cocky look washed over his face. He knew what you were thinking. He was counting on it.
You almost lost your balance when he said that.
"Y-you pose?"
He nodded, looking a little proud of himself for having given you such a reaction.
"I - I think I'll stay in the class then."
"Fantastic. Sign ... right ... here."
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Magic Words P2
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating SMUT
I hummed my little tune as I did some sweeping in the prep room, slowly moving my brush across the floorboards, when I heard a voice,
"Hello, Y/n..." I looked to the door and smiled seeing Jack standing there dressed for the day, having been busy working in the hospital most of the day even though we had been seeing each other very often,
"ohh... Hello Doctor Dawkins, How are you feeling today?"
"A lot better today, My days have been going quite well actually, especially now."
"Ohh why is that?"
"Do you really need me to tell you why?" he chuckled as he came closer,
"Yes, why is the day better now?"
"Becuase now, I get to see you," He smiled,
"Awww aren't you sweet," I smiled kissing his cheek,
"Ohh come on we both know you're the sweet one here,"
"Well it's easy being sweet to my handsome doctor"
"And its just as easy to be sweet to my gorgeous nurse,"
"awww you're too sweet to me,"
"W-Well as sweet as I may be, you're still even sweeter than me! I mean...just look at you."
"well look at yourself you're far too handsome to resist."
"Well... I guess if we're saying compliments.... Your beauty truly is impossible to resist...."
"is it now?" I chuckled, "I have a feeling I know what's going on today, with all these compliments,"
"..... And what do you think is going on?"
I leant my broom against the wall and wrapped my arms around his neck "Is my handsome doctor sneaking around and giving me such compliments because he would like to ask for attention?"
"Maybe..." He smirked,
"Well?"
"Please Y/n," he whined sweetly,
I smiled and gave his nose a little kiss, "Alright, You willing to wait till we get up to your room? shall we just pop to the supply cupboard? or do just want to risk it here in the prep room?"
"...as much as I want to," He blushed, "I think the prep room is too risky,"
"Alright, can you wait up to your bedroom?"
"No." He smirked,
"Cupboard it is then," I smiled I took his hand and tugged him with me even if he didn't need to be tugged too hard as he was almost leading me out of the prep room, through the surgery theatre and down into the cupboard as soon as I shut the door he happily leant against the wall, "So? what is going on help make my handsome doctor feel better?"
"Do I need to explain it?" he smirked back,
"Well, you need to tell me? Hand? Mouth? or inside me? which will make you feel better?"
"Y-Y/n... this time... I want to... I want to go all the way to the end," He cooed,
"Oh?"
"..... Please Y/n, ..... I.... I want I want everything....."
"everything? Well alright, but you have to ask nicely for everything remember?"
"P-please Y/n, I... I want all of you...."
"what's the magic words, Jack?" I cooed,
".... I love you, Y/n...."
"Good boy," I smirked kissing his neck as I stroked his stomach,
"Y/n...." He groaned,
I smirked and moved to my knees and unbuttoned his trousers tugging his trousers and shorts down to expose his hard erection I took him in my hand stroking his shaft slowly and teasing, his breath sharp already his body slightly templing for the mere touch of my hand, so I smirked and took him into my mouth sucking and licking mercilessly listening to his stunted moans as he tried to keep quiet and hidden but he melted into my me so quickly using my hand on his base to tease him even more, my name falling from, his lips over and over my work fueled utterly by forcing these hormonal sounds out the reserved doctor, I pulled back a little and smirked up at him to see his desperation across his face,
"This what you want Jack?" I cooed seductively,
"Y/n.... I.... I'm gonna..."
"Gonna what?" I teased pressing kisses and swirling my tongue around his cock,
"Uhhh! I'm gonna cum!"
"humm are you now?" I smirked, "My throat or inside me? where do you wanna put it?" I giggled,
"Your th-throat...." He begged,
"Humm... what are the magic words, Jack?"
"Uhhh! I love you Y/n! Please! Please... I need you!"
"Good boy," I smirked wrapping my hand fully around the child of his cock and taking every inch of him into my mouth sucking and licking with merciless movements, his body shaking, his head thrown back his face of utter desperation,
"Y-Y/n! Ohh- Y-Y/n... Uhhhhh!" He moaned as I began to rub his lower stomach with my hand to soothe him into his release, "Y-Y/n.... Y/n.... Y/n... Oh, Y/n...Uhhhhhhhhh!" His whole body stiffened his knees almost giving out if not the wall he leant on, and his hips bucked into my mouth uncontrollably as he buried himself as deep in my throat as he could, and he gasped hard trying to relax after being satisfied,
I pulled back and giggled swallowing it all and licking him clean giving his head a little kiss,
"...Th-thank you, Y/n."
"You're welcome Doctor Dawkins," I smiled, getting to my feet, "Now? you still want anything or was that enough?"
".... I still want more Y/n, please give me more...."
"more? Alright, what do you want then?"
"I want to... I want to be inside you...." he gasped,
I chuckled a little "Alright so? On top of you? On my knees? Bent over the shelf? Or just on my back?"
"On your back.... And I would be on top for once." he smirked, "If that uhh is okay..."
"that's what you want," I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck and he happily wrapped his own around my waist wasting no time to pick me up and lay my body on the cupboards wooden floor in a decent position, He was clearly a little nervous but tugged up my skirt happily "you're so cute when your desperate jack,"
"Am I? I rather think your cute and I wanna see you desperate," he smirked pulling my lips to his in a harsh make out his hands grabbed my arse, my breasts, my hips anything he could get at finally having me under him and the ability to be in charge and do as he wished rather than having to beg me for the little attention he wanted now he had me on the floor under him and he wasn't going to waste such a chance. I blushed hard at his gropes, fondles which only made him do more he moved his hand to my clit rubbing hard, the other to my breast rubbing on my nipple through my dress as he kissed down my neck, before finally forcing himself inside me "Ughhhh! Y/n! Ohhh fuck-" He groaned shifting himself a moment before he grabbed my hips and began to utterly destroy me without mercy,
"Ahhhh! Jack!" I squealed, "Jack... please"
"Please what, Y/n...?"
"more"
"More?"
"More please..." I whined,
"You want more..?"
"yes please" I whined already feeling close from his merciless treatment,
He smirked seeming to enjoy my screams and whines as he pulled back to whisper against my lips his eyes dark with lust, "Hmm... What's the magic words, Y/n?"
I gasped at him using it back at me, "Jack, please..."
"You want more? then say the magic words Y/n,"
"I Love you!" I gasped,
"Good girl," he growled as he got even faster the whole room filled with our heat and screams of pleasure my nails digging into the floorboards as my head threw back in pleasure desperately lingering so close to the edge,
"Jack please im-"
"Y/n... do you want to cum?"
"please please Jack, let me - please!"
"I bet you do," he growled, "Let's see how you like it," He growled rubbing on my clit as he mercilessly thrusted making me squeal and scream for him, "Having to beg, and plead, for pleasure and for mercy, let's see how you like being danged over the edge of satisfaction, You wanna cum? Do you want me to make you cum? then say the magic words Y/n, Say it. Say you love me and I'll pitty my Y/n and let her cum."
"uhh now you're just being evil"
"Ohh evil am I?" He smirked, "I'm doing just as you do, what's wrong don't like your own medicine?"
"Jack please!"
"want me to stop?"
"no! No no no! Don't stop please!" I whined,
"Then magic words Y/n...
"umm... I love you, I love you, I love you, Jack"
"Uhhh good girl!" He growled, as he went as fast and merciless as he possibly could, "I think I'm gonna.... Ahh..."
I reached mine first clawing down his back like a cat as I squealed and screamed his name My body squirmed as I reached my orgasm and the mere feeling of being inside me when I did was enough to tip Jack over too finishing himself only seconds after, burying himself inside me and propping himself up as we both gasped for breath,
"...Holy... where did all that come from there Doctor Dawkins?" I blushed,
"I'd say we had quite some fun..."
"We did. But you're not usually so... commanding,"
"I'm not, but I like it," he smirked,
"humm now you see why I do it to you"
"Yeah... I definitely do...."
"but I have to admit... I do rather like being in control Jack even if he is a little mean to me" I playfully pouted,
"Oh really? You like it when I'm a little bit mean Y/n..? You like it when I don't hold back?" He smirked
"I did"
"Oh was that so Y/n..? Well.... I have to say I like being the one in charge of this now. It was great taking the wheel from your hands..., and it feels good making you melt like this...." He smirked,
"well we can have turns I'm sure"
"Humm I think that would be best," he nodded, "But right now, I must say, I feel like I would want to stay in control a little while longer...." he growled pinning my hands above my head,
"Ohh no..." I gulped, "Humm It seems I may have... woken a sleeping dragon with my magic words?"
"I think you're right.... And you have no idea how badly this dragon wants you..."
"and what If I didn't let you?" I teased trying to take his wrists to take back control but he pinned me harder, "Jack!" I complained,
"Ohh, my sweet Y/n... I wasn't asking." He growled kissing my lips hard,
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