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#like could u show a little enthusiasm please
tmntxthings · 1 year
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Hi! This is my first time requesting something sorry if any of this sounds weird rjxhdvdhahsuwj
I really liked your donnie fic 'Practice' can I request a leo version please? 👀👉👈
Exercise :3
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author’s note: :D your first time requesting and it’s to meeee?! I’m flattered and you sounded totally perfect, here you go dear anon~ hope you enjoy
warnings: established relationship, fluff, cursing, make out session, unedited (it’s rllly late like 1:30 am late, pls forgive grammar mistakes)
> donnie’s < > raph’s < > mikey’s <
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‘ So are you down? ‘ -Leon 💙
‘ I don’t know… ‘ -Y/n ✨
‘ Scared of a little exercising?? C’monnn pleaseeee, I promise the lair will be empty, just us ;) ‘ -Leon 💙
‘ you’re such a dork! exercising?! lolllll ‘ -Y/n ✨
‘ yeah, exercising our lips ;333 ‘ -Leon 💙
‘ …im coming, can’t we just say kissing? ‘ -Y/n ✨
‘ NO, it’s exercising, and that’s final! kissing is for losers ‘ -Leon 💙
‘ Hello???? Are u on ur way?? ‘ -Leon 💙
‘ :( Y/nnnnnnn answerrrrr meeeeeee ‘ Leon 💙
Leo huffed as he let his phone rest on his upper plastron. You did say you were coming so maybe you were already on your way? Though he could’ve just portaled you here, that would’ve been way faster, and he wouldn’t be in his head with worry right now. He licked his lips, and then rolled out of bed. The rest of his family was out at a comic con he opted out of going, he had this idea in his head for a while now. The next time his brothers had plans he was going to invite you over, and well… kiss you. A lot.
The two of you hadn’t really gotten to do so lately. Every moment ruined by one of his brothers suddenly appearing right as he worked up the nerve to lean in close to you. He groaned to himself as he remembered. Leo walked pass the projector room, seeing that even Splinter was probably tucked away in his room. Perfect! Maybe he could set the mood, put on a movie for it to be a bit more natural than just dragging you to his room. Yeah, that didn’t seem obvious. Even though he had already told you exactly what he wanted to do, he still didn’t want it to be forced.
He was scrolling through the movie selections on Netflix when he heard you approaching. You liked the play music on your phone as you descended the long ladder that led to the sewers, listening to the sound echo off the walls. Leo scrambled up from his Pops recliner. Rushing to greet you. You were looking down at your phone as you entered the lair, turning off the music. “Ahem!” Leo cleared his throat for your attention. (He did that because you told him many times before that he was too quiet when entering a room! Often scaring the daylights out of you since he was so silent.) You looked up immediately giving him a bright smile.
“Hey,” you said softly and he quickly scooped you up into his arms. Giving you a twirling hug before placing you back on your feet, whispering back a “Hi” in your ear. “So, we exercising or what?” You waggled your brows at him and he snickered, liking how eager you were. “Duh, though I thought maybe a movie-“ Leo was cut off by the sound of your laughter as you shook your head. “Chickening out already?” You teased and he felt his cheeks burn. “What? No! I just thought it would be.. I don’t know!” He spoke quickly and grabbed your hand, dragging you along to the projector room, grumbling about how he should’ve just carried you to his room.
“Alright alright, no need to wallow, what movie were you thinking of!” You squeezed his hand, as he finally let go to grab the remote again. Scrolling faster now to hurriedly just find something decent and chuck the remote away. The screen was moving so fast that you were giggling again, thinking his sudden enthusiasm very cute. “You laughing at me?” He asked, raising a brow bone. “You’re just too cute,” you said jokingly. “I’ll show you cute!” Leo grumbled, giving up on finding a good one and just selecting whatever the remote was hovering over. “Really?! A animal documentary??” You exasperated, paying more attention to the choice you thought he had made and not at the devious look in his eyes.
“It’s informational! And maybe it’ll give you a few tips on turtles,” he winked. But you missed it completely, trying to point out that this show was obviously titled, “Meerkats in the Wild,” and how it couldn’t possibly be about turtles or any other animal for that matter! Leo took advantage of this distraction to sidle up right next to you. One hand stroking your arm for your attention. You looked over, and your eyes widened as he quickly darted forward pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. You blinked as he leaned back, looking up at the tv screen like he hadn’t just kissed you. A smirking smile gracing his face as he felt your stare. Two could play at that game. You moved your knees underneath you, sitting on them to give you a little more height that would allow you to press a kiss on the side of his head, on his bandana specifically. It was feather light, and as he turned his face at the feeling, you pressed another kiss on him, this time on his forehead. “Mmm,” he muttered lowly, calling attention to his pursed lips that were awaiting the same treatment.
Your hands went up, cupping his cheeks as you couldn’t help your smile, thinking to yourself, adorable, as you did exactly what he wanted. But it was the same soft touch. Barely a touch at all and it had Leo groaning, “Such a tease.” You giggled, “wanna show me how it’s done then?” You were challenging him, goading him. And it totally worked as he bit down on his lower lip, thinking of how much he wanted to show you exactly. But he blew out a breath and grinned, “now remember you asked for it baby.” His hands came up to where you were still holding his face, pulling them down and placing them on his shoulders. He wasted no time in grabbing your hips next, wanting you closer, as he pulled you into his lap. You squealed at the sudden change, of course he was going to make the most out of your challenge.
His lips came crashing down on yours once he had you right where he wanted you. A hand grazing up your back and going into your soft hair. He was like a whirlwind, doing too much all at once and overwhelming all of your senses. His other hand held your hip, keeping you steady, his teeth occasionally nipping at your lips, but mainly he was kissing you like his life depended on it. That was Leo for you, when it came to a challenge that he wanted to win, he’d do anything. And he was doing a lot. You tapped his shoulders, trying to pull back for air but his hand in your hair kept you from moving backwards. You gasped in his mouth, as he finally drew back a couple of centimeters. ���Breathless already?” He teased, kissing your cheeks as you continue to breath in sweet oxygen. “Who’s the tease now,” you retorted and he chuckled against your skin, moving his lips lower to your neck and pressing a firm kiss to where your heart beat fluttered.
“Nervous love?” He questioned as his face came back up, looking into your eyes, his own dancing with amusement. He definitely thought he won. Your eyes narrowed, not one to back down either, and he was excited at the prospects of what you would do. He leaned back, shell hitting the back of the couch. “No no, just had to catch my breath is all,” you clarified. The smile he gave you, so utterly handsome, should’ve been illegal. You couldn’t wait to wipe that smug smile off of his lips, you much rather it when he was the one flustered. So with that in mind, one hand left his shoulder, your index finger slowly tracing the lines of his upper plastron. Your eyes never left his, and you could tell he was already trying to keep still. To not twitch underneath you and show how much you affected him just by that touch alone.
When suddenly, loud laughter could be heard from the entrance of the lair and you all but flung yourself to the other side of the couch at the sudden intrusion. “You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Leo growled as Mikey ran into the projector room just seconds later. “Leo Leo Leo!!!” He sang happily not seeing the way one of the blue turtle’s eyes twitched. “Yeah Mikey?” He sighed, and ‘oomphed’ as his little brother dove onto him, then shoved a dvd in his face. “Guess who got another limited edition movie to add to the collection!!! It’s Jupiter Jim!!” He squeaked happily! Leo plastered on a fake smile, “oh wow!” He said trying to appease his little brother while stuffing down his feelings of disappointment. His mind was anywhere but Jupiter Jim movies. No he was replaying the way your eyes shifted into one of seduction as you became more than confident in his lap. His eyes met yours, his irises crackling with desire, he wanted those lips again.
You just winked at him and then turned back to Raph and Donnie who were explaining in great detail about the things they bought at comic con. Leo held back a groan. As Mikey declared they all had to watch the new movie right now. His plan to escape with you into his room, thoroughly thwarted. He wanted to throw a temper tantrum. There was no way his brothers hadn’t done this on purpose. They always seemed to interrupt at the best parts! Just when things were getting interesting. Needless to say, Leo sulked the entire movie. Only putting a smile on his face when Mikey would turn looking for his older brother’s reaction to the movie. Leo couldn’t say he paid much attention to it either. Though he would steal glances at you. Of course, Raph had sat between the two of you. They totally did it on purpose, Leo surmised. Bunch of exercise blockers, that’s what they were!
Halfway through the movie, Leo leaned all the way back into the couch cushions. Hoping he would just get swallowed up at this point. When his eyes turned your way, he hadn’t been expecting you to already be staring at him. His green cheeks turned a shade darker. It didn’t help that you were biting your own lip, Pizza Supreme in the sky, you were such a tease! And then he suddenly understood. You were doing this purposefully! And when it clicked, it must’ve been written all over his face because your lips broke out into a mischievous smile. His eyes narrowed playfully, oh just you wait! One of these days the lair will be empty for more than 30 minutes (they were definitely gone for more than that Leo!) and I’ll show you who’s the real tease around here!
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icypopz · 1 year
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with a physically flexible s/o ♡
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↬ from anon ; 👋 hello. i saw that you write for blue lock (thank u) and i was wondering if i could please request headcanons of meguru, hyoma and rin with a s/o who's physically flexible. it's ok if you don't write this, i hope you have a great day.
↬ notes ; bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma & itoshi rin x gn!reader
↬from ice ; had fun writing this bc ive always wanted to be flexible LOL living out my dreams in fiction
↬ warning(s) ; joking threats, spoilers for chigiri's backstory
please reblog ! it helps a lot :)
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[ bachira meguru ! ]
bachira would be very impressed the first time he sees you showcase your flexibility. actually, scratch that. bachira is impressed every single time you do even the simplest tricks because he can't seem to wrap his head around how a human can be so... stretchy?
he's your #1 fan! every time you're stretching even before you start contorting, bachira will be cheering for you like "go y/n! yeahhhh! you're awesome!" he lowkey likes seeing how you get embarrassed because of his enthusiasm. (he thinks it's adorable.)
definitely wants you to teach him how to do the most extreme stunt ever, but you convince him to start off with something more beginner-friendly like splits. bachira is super focused while you're teaching him, and after a few days of stretching, he finally gets it! he's so proud of himself and he just does it All The Time for no reason until raichi threatens to break his legs.
he also may or may not make some jokes about you putting your flexibility to good use with him but will never go too far. he just likes teasing you and seeing your reaction. tells everyone else in blue lock that his s/o is the most flexible and coolest person on the planet, they've all heard so much about you by now that they swear they already know you.
more content utc !
[ chigiri hyoma ! ]
chigiri, as we all know, is a prince who always manages to keep his cool. so even if you suddenly start performing crazy feats the most this man will react is probably just his eyes widening. don't worry, he's really impressed, he just doesn't show it on his features.
however, he makes up for it by asking you a million questions about your flexibility! nothing invasive, of course, just queries like "when did you start attempting stunts?" "why do you like it?" "how do you even do that?" it shows how invested and interested he is in your flexibility because it's something that makes you happy.
chigiri is also quite concerned about you though. he knows that contorting yourself into all these positions isn't going to be easy on your muscles and tendons, so he reminds you to warm up and cool down every time you start stunting. he just doesn't want you to experience the same pain he did of having his dream almost ripped from him when he tore his ACL. so he might come off as slightly overprotective, but he has good intentions at heart!
he likes stretching with you for sure. it's just a cute way for the two of you to spend more time together before he's rushing to football practice and you're heading to practice your stunts. you'll both look out for each other and wish each other luck during these little sessions, and it always has to end with you planting a soft kiss onto chigiri's cheek for luck. (he says it's for luck, but actually he just likes you kissing him.)
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[ itoshi rin ! ]
rin acts like he couldn't care less about everyone else but you're the exception: you're his entire world and one of the few times itoshi rin has been stunned was when you showed him how flexible you were for the first time. no joke his jaw was on the floor.
he thinks it's an awesome skill, and will kinda gush about it to you at first. he gets shy if you tease him about how many compliments he's showering you with and then gets grumpy. the conversation after that is something along the lines of: "aww, rin, you're so cute!" "no. shut up. i'm never being nice again." "nooo, i was just messing with you!" "too much praise will inflate your ego." "aren't you the biggest egoist here?! hypocrite!!!"
to be honest, he's more impressed by the amount of work you've put in to become this limber. he knows how hard it can be to maintain a specific physique in terms of muscle and flexibility, so he genuinely admires your hard work and effort. rin also likes inviting you to the gym so he can work out/train while you stretch and do your own thing.
rin actually doesn't think about the fact that you're flexible that much. he just thinks it's an added bonus to how amazing you are as a whole already, though he'd never admit that to you for the life of him. (he loves you but he Cannot handle your playfulness.)
✧ thank you for reading ! if you have a request, feel free to send it in 🌠
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klausysworld · 1 year
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can u pls write a grumpy x sunshine trope with klaus, but reader is the grumpy one
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@klaustopia thank uuu for the moodboard to use 💜💜^^
Fuck. Off.
Klaus is known to be a little moody and grumpy sometimes, his siblings in particular grew used to seeing him in such a way.
It was certainly a shock when he began being smilier, curtains open to let in the sun as his face lit up to read the text he’d just received.
“Something funny Nik?” Rebekah asked irritated with the childish giggles leaving his lips every few minutes. He didn’t respond only left the room with a grin.
Soon after the Mikaelsons learnt of a girl. Y/n. They were somewhat excited as a family to meet her, they expected someone energetic and bouncy seeing how cheerful their brother had been. They were not expecting a sarcastic grumpy bitch to show up lounging around their house like she owned it.
Rebekah’s enthusiasm to go shopping with her was short lived after going through her wardrobe
“Your clothes are all far too big for you? And the colour scheme… where’s the colour?” She asked with a frown and y/n rolled her eyes before ushering the blonde out.
Elijah stood in the kitchen mildly concerned seeing Niklaus adding vanilla syrup to the latte he was making as the toaster went off and he picked out two marshmallow flavoured pop-tarts. He hurried over to his lover and presented it with a pleased smile
“Thank you Nik” she praised as he leaned down to kiss her lips.
He continued to watch as she fed him some of the pop tart and lightly patted his hair
“You look pretty today” she told him watching his eyes light up.
Elijah walked away in confusion.
Kol was thoroughly amused by the back to front dynamic as he watched his older brother receive head scratches while being lead against a girl who looked as though she might stab someone.
“Awe is Klausy laying with his mommy?” Kol asked in an overly sarcastic tone, crouching down to prod Klaus’ cheek.
Y/n felt the hybrids mood dampen as he sat up and cleared his throat. She felt her anger grow seeing his embarrassment and without thinking had punched Kol straight on the nose. He stumbled several paces back, shock written all over his face as he grabbed his nose.
Silently she pulled Klaus back to his led down position and stroked his hair with purpose, a glare fixed on Kol while Klaus snuggled her with a smug grin. The second Kol went to yell at her she gave him a deathly stare
“Fuck. Off.” She seethed and he did so quickly.
Klaus often found himself watching his lover sleep, seeing the soft innocence on her face was calming. The pissed off look she gave him when she woke up to his staring at her was not.
“What the fuck do you want?” She mumbled and he breathed a laugh
“I was just admiring you, my love.” He told her with a smile. Her hand pushed him away by his forehead and he grumbled
“Go ‘way” she muttered kicking his leg when he trued to spoon her
“Just let me hold you” he whined attempting to pull her close but was elbowed on the abdomen effectively winding him.
The noise of distress had her blindly reaching behind her to pat his cheek
“Remember when i told you to go away and you didn’t? Yeah. Next time go ‘way” she told him before pulling the blanket completely off of him. Once she was asleep he managed to squeeze back into the duvet and curl himself around her without her waking.
She chose not to comment in it when she woke again.
One think Rebekah was glad for was that y/n didn’t mind having her nails done. It was something the girls could ‘bond’ over.
Sometimes Elijah would just silently sit in the same room as her and read his book. Though each time he peeked over he found her sat holding her phone in a way that had her middle finger on display. He was not amused.
Kol was still learning to ‘fuck off’
Each time he made a comment on her and Klaus’ relationship y/n managed to do something that ruined his day or physically harmed him.
Klaus would practically purr seeing his lover stand up for him, to have someone- although not always showing it- love him.
Sometimes he would try to get her to smile, seeing how far he had to push it. Apparently taking her a fairground was not his best idea. A child spilt a slush puppy on her and the way she looked at the kid had Klaus immediately rushing them home
“Let’s not kill the child” he muttered while dragging her away
“Little shit deserves it”
One thing that rewarded him with a smile was dates. A simple blood red rose handed to her as he stood before her all tuxed up and fancy. How could she not smile at him?
Sometimes she realised how hard it must be for him to put up with her lack of acknowledgment and would spend the occasional day zeroing her focus on him
“You know that i love you, yes?” She asked almost softly and his eyes flicked to hers with a nod
“I love you too” he expressed as she took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his…
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riddle-me-im-sirius · 8 months
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Shattered Reflection
Miguel o'hara x Darling (reader)
NOT PROOF READ ( i continued writting this at 3am so the grammar and spelling might be wrong)
No use of y/n. I think?
Warning: None so far but (this fic might show a little obsessed miguel as the story goes on cause why not)
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In the bustling spider society's headquarter, Jessica Drew a.k.a Spider-Woman was embroiled in a heated conversation with their boss, Spider-Man 2099, A.K.A Miguel O'Hara. She was explaining the importance of teamwork and the need for a new recruit. The idea wasn't sitting well with Miguel though, and as usual, he was being stubbornly cold about it.
"The team's doing fine as it is, Jessica. We don't need a newbie slowing us down," Miguel stated, his arms folded across his chest. But before Jessica could respond, the door slid open, and in walked a figure that would soon change Miguel's perspective on 'newbies'.
There you were, (Y/N), the newest recruit. Your eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. The moment you walked in, your energy seemed to light up the room, it was as if you carried the sun in your personality. You were practically radiating positivity and enthusiasm.
"Guys, meet, our new teammate," Jessica introduced her, a proud smile on her face.
"Hello everyone" You said radiating with positiveness, while miguel was glaring dagger at jess.
Because how could she recruit someone when he already declined alot of times, moreover the newbie looked like she couldn't even kill a bug, how would she even help save the world when she looked so innocent.
'This newbie is gonna give me a headache'
Oh but how wrong miguel was..
The next few days were filled with his usual cold demeanor towards her. He kept his conversations short, his responses was curt. It was clear that he was keeping his distance.
But No matter how cold or distant he was, she would always greet him with a warm smile. Every morning, every meeting, every training session, your positivity was a constant. It was like a ray of sunshine that couldn't be dimmed.
As days turned into weeks, something in Miguel began to change. Every time he saw you, he couldn't help but notice that radiant smile of yours. It was infectious. And no matter how much he tried to keep his icy walls up, they seemed to be melting bit by bit.
One day, after a particularly grueling training session, Miguel found himself sitting alone in the mess hall. He was nursing a cup of coffee when you walked in. As usual, you greeted him with a beaming smile and a cheerful "Good Morning."
Miguel, for the first time, found himself returning the greeting with a small but genuine smile. You looked surprised, but your smile grew even wider.
And from then on Things started to change, Miguel found himself gravitating toward her sunny personality, he would start tolerating her personality, and teach her a thing or two but that did not mean miguel like her,no, he was just teaching the newbie how to survive when saving the world.
Right?
But this did not go unoticed by jess
"Soo changed your mind about having a new recruit?"
And miguel grumbled in response
"What do you want jess" he muttered
" she's a darling you know"
"Who?"
"You know who im talking about, Don't be so grump to her, she is doing her best, plus who knows maybe you guys can be acquinted"
"Don't talk nonsense i don't want to deal with an irritating person"
She's not irritating
"Whatever you say miguel, But you know she really is trying hard to be close to you, she even asked what was your favorute meal. She's a darling miguel. Don't be harsh on her"
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Im having a writer block while doing this since its already 3:42 am. I hope you guys enjoyed
Should i continue this? I mean this is just half way through the plot😭
Let me know what you guys think!
And also please let me know what you guys think about the story!! You can leave your thoughts on my inbox, if u want😊♡
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icyowl · 2 years
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Bokuto sees you cry for the first time
Pairing: Bokuto x reader
Request: “I saw the u were doing prompts and I RAN over here. Maybe a Boktuo seing reader cry for the first time, him being the cause of it? I really like the “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” one... maybe? Too specific? Comfort at the end?
I feel like I ask too much. Your writing is awesome. BYE” 2.8k words.
A/N: I’m sorry if it has less description than most of my other stuff, I had a lot of the dialogue written and so the description had to be added in.
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Your heart drummed to a steady war beat when the front door lock began to grate and shimmy. It had taken hours to process your thoughts, wade through the downpour of disparaging emotions, and tonight had been the singular, simplistic straw that had finally broken apart the last of your strength and left you considering anything that might resolve the gap that had split you apart from the man coming through the front door.
Bokuto looked at the outfit you’d had no energy to change out of after tonight's blunder, the makeup you wore, the cloudy eyes looking back at him, mutely screaming their struggles with cries of air and dust. “What’s the occasion?”
“You didn’t get my messages?”
He remembered seeing it in the bottom of his bag when he was packing at the end of the day. “Crap, sorry baby, didn’t even check my phone.”
“Wh-here were you?”
Even now Bokuto had little haste or worry while he came into the room, bags and shoes and other items cast away in his casual wake. He’d always been perceived as the ditsy one by others, but you knew that was simply a misinterpretation of his joy and enthusiasm. It was what made loving him so easy–it was infectious and you wanted to be around that kind of person always. Right now, though? Not only was his absentmindedness obvious… it hurt. It hurt to have such powerful sadness and strife in your mind and heart while the guy across from you didn’t even feel attuned to your enough to register a problem in the first place. “Finishing up some stuff at the gym.”
“And that’s why you didn’t check your phone?”
Only now did Bokuto begin to feel the calmest breezes of his mistakes. He felt like he was walking through the shadows, right into a trap. “I know its stupid, I won’t let it happen again.”
“You said that last time.” You spoke like a wind had passed through your bones. The frustration and self-pity descended to a cool numbness that had made your tone ghoulish and dead. He didn’t even sound apologetic. Was all this–the trust, the vulnerability, the affection and secrets and late night whispers–all for naught? Were you doomed to be little more than part of a statistic when it once seemed the man in front of you was so different from the rest?
“What’s up? You seem kinda down?”
You would have laughed at the audacity he was showing.
“You said you’d come to dinner tonight, remember?”
“Oh, no…” Bokuto brought his hands into his hair in a show of genuine apology, “your friends were there, weren’t they? The ones you wanted to introduce me to?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t I take you out to dinner tomorrow at your favorite place to make up for it?”
The silence that occupied the space between you two lasted far longer than it ever had before. Bokuto for his credit was beginning to see how his actions had truly distorted you beyond what he could endure. Your face, though he couldn’t see it clearly with the angle you were holding it at, was altogether broken and flat. He knew he had caused it but any attempts he would or should have made to bring you back to him left his mind in a vacant whoosh. Bokuto was afraid to do anything at all because he knew himself and he knew he wasn’t good or skilled enough to fix the damage he had caused to your heart. All he had done was to try and save you some heartache and just like so many things before, he’d messed it all up. Convincing you to be with him was the best accomplishment he’d made and here he was squandering it.
“What aren’t you telling me? I know somethings up, so why won’t you talk to me?”
“It’s not like that.” Bokuto left his spot on the couch in a need to create space. There was a chance the emotions he’d been hiding could catch fire and burn you whole if he wasn’t careful. “I’ve just been busy! There’s no reason to worry about me.”
“Can you sit down with me? Please?”
And how on earth and in heaven could he deny you when your eyes spoke so cleanly? There was a wobble in your throat when you spoke next and he was sure your bodies had become linked over time because his own voice box began to burn with emotion too.
“I’m not saying this in a way to make you feel bad, so please don’t take any of this the wrong way, okay? I just, I felt really embarrassed tonight. When they saw me calling and calling, they all looked at each other like they pitied me–or thought I was pitiful–I don’t know. They told me you didn’t deserve me, and I know that’s not true. I know you’re amazing and kind and funny and everything I could ask for… but I’m not… I don’t think our relationship is where it used to be or where it should be.”
“They don’t know what they’re talking about.” Bokuto cut in. “We’re great together! I’m sorry about tonight, I really am, but it was an honest mistake!”
“Was it?”
The silence was thick. His anger began to take over the other thoughts telling him to stop, to speak the truth, to hold you and refuse to let go. Such implications in your voice began to strike his insecurities repeatedly… it made him defensive… viscous. “What?” He asked incredulously.
“I texted Hinata. You left the gym early today.” Your voice was quiet, deadly.
“Then why did you ask where I was?”
“Because I was hoping you’d tell me the truth! Why am I finding out about your day from your friend?”
“So you trust his word over mine?”
“When you skip out on me three times in the last month, yeah, I turn to your friends to get a little insight! Especially when you won’t talk to me!”
“Then tell me to my face if you have a problem!”
“I’ve tried! You’re never home or you never answer your phone or you try to hang up right away. I just want to know about your life and be in it. Why is that so bad?”
“Because you don’t need to be in this part of it!” Bokuto tried to speak the truth without using any of the needed words, like some sick and twisted guessing game. He was trying to save you some stress and grief and all that got accomplished was making you angry. All the secrecy and sacrifice and all Bokuto got in return was venom and distance between the two of you. He couldn’t deal with that, not from you of all people.
“The volleyball part?”
“Yes–ugh, no!”
“You were contacting the physical therapist again, weren’t you?”
“Why do you wanna know so bad?”
“I’m trying to tell you! I want to be in your life! So what if you’re talking to a PT, I don’t care!”
“Fine, you found me out! I was talking to my physical therapist, there, happy?”
“Of course I’m not happy, you felt the need to lie to me for some reason! I was left alone tonight, feeling like a damn moron in front of all my friends. If you’re just talking about physical therapy with your physical therapist then why all the diversions?”
The fear and wildness in your eyes could only be matched by the same feelings Bokuto felt in his own heart. You didn’t know that, however. How could you? All you wanted at the start of this day was to show off your boyfriend to your friends and gloat a little because you knew the absolute catch you’d managed to snag, and now you’d be lucky to get back to that level of trust with him at all… maybe you’d consider it a win just to end this night without tears. As well as you and Bokuto fit together, as bright as the passion burned, the relationship was still relatively young. He didn’t need to see you cry. Yes, he was hurting you right now, and try as you might to show him what he’d done, you still adored those amber eyes spearing into you, those silly knee pad/leg warmers, the energy and the light so often radiating from him–the same kind you seemed to be snuffing out. How could you feel guilty about your actions after what he was doing to you? Were you really in so deep as to worry about his feelings in the midst of such an argument?
“Dr. Haruka didn’t have a problem when I couldn’t meet with her.”
And just like that, you didn’t feel nearly as bad about hurting his feelings.
“When did that happen? You told me she lived across the country.”
“She does. She travels a lot, we were gonna get lunch together again but I had a date with you.”
“You’ve met her and you never even told me?” You asked.
“Oh it’s not like I’m sleeping with her, although maybe I’d be less stressed if I was.”
Your heart exploded. Figuratively, obviously, but the pain felt very literal. It was the kind that left you all at once in a swift wave before drowning you in the next moment. You made an unfamiliar noise of anguish in spite of your attempts to keep everything behind the facade but Bokuto realized his mistake long before then. He rushed to you, too scared to touch you yet wanting to be there all the same. You were folding in on yourself physically, mentally. Bokuto could almost see the walls going up around your heart with the express purpose of keeping him at bay and he felt his knees grow weak for a reason other than soreness this time.
“Shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that, wait–”
“I don’t feel–” you swallowed to try and clear a path so you could get even half a good breath in. The desperate action stung and burned like acid. “--very good right now. I’m going to take a bit of a break.”
Bokuto wanted to stop you but was afraid what you would do to lash out if he did. You escaped to the bedroom, a scared and weary stray in search of something, anything, that might take you away from here. He never imagined in his worst nightmares you’d ever try to get away from him; it made his strength vanish with you until he could do nothing but watch the door close more gently than he deserved.
Now that you were shielded from his potent gaze the ocean you’d kept away flooded you, body and soul, until it burst vigorously from your eyes. Your chest spasmed with the feeble effort of keeping it all from completely overtaking your system; it didn’t work. What did escape was a soft and delicate cry that betrayed just how weak you’d been made to feel. Those words hurt more coming from him than anyone else. Bokuto had seemed to say it so easily; you knew he was a good person and it was unintentional, but it was hard to focus on that when the pain was insurmountable. Even now with him out of sight you couldn’t stop feeling small, miniscule even. How could he say that, even as an accident? How could one person hold your heart so completely?
Bokuto was at the other side of the door now after he’d heard a sound that made his belly quiver like he’d run until he was nauseous. “Are you crying?” Another wimper of pain came through the door. “No, baby, please, please breathe for me, that was uncalled for.”
You spoke out through the tears before you could stop yourself. “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” It was a terrible thing to say, but then again, you felt pretty terrible yourself. If this was it and he really wanted to end things with you, you hoped he’d hear your pleas and still possess enough affection to spare you even a little. What you didn’t know was how much those words would take him by the throat and strangle the life right out of him. He bit into his fist hard enough to leave teeth marks.
God damnit he wanted to rip this door off the wall–maybe he could have, but he didn’t have the spine to try the handle to see if it was locked. Bokuto knew if it was, it might just break him in two, and if it wasn’t then he’d open the door and more than anything he respected you enough to value your privacy… even if it aged his soul by the second to do so. He’d done all of this to you and it wasn’t even his intention. What if, in some twisted reality, he actually tried to hurt you? How much harm could he cause? He felt evil for doing this to you. Every cry he heard nearly drove him positively mad and physically ill.
Undeserving couldn’t begin to describe his emotional state. Still though, even if you hated him from now on, he’d do what he could with the tools he had to ease your troubles. “My chest–it hurts not to be able to get to you. It feels weird, I’ve never–just, open the door if you can.”
It took time, but when you did, he felt a little bit of life carried on the breeze and inhaled back into his body. “I’ve never heard you cry before.” He said, rather than pointing out your inflamed face or aching eyes because in truth he didn’t even notice any of it. All he knew was how small and unprotected you looked. Before, Bokuto couldn’t tell the truth and it had gotten you to this point, so in his perhaps simple mind, the way to fix it was to do the opposite.
“It’s my knees. First the right, now both have been bothering me. It’s why I’ve gotten better compression sleeves, and why we haven’t… you know. That’s all Dr. Haruka and me have been talking about I swear. Coach referred me to her because she’s the best, but because she’s so good, she’s super busy. If I don’t talk to her when I can, it can be weeks until her next availability.
“It’s not just the occasional meetings either. Doctors, PT, and massage appointments, phone calls, prescribed exercises, rest, ice; I didn’t want to do any of it at home and have you find out. I was hoping if I didn’t answer the phone, you’d think I was practicing. I’d even wait after practice for the marks from the knee braces to go away so you wouldn’t know.” Then he disappeared without a word and you were left stunned until he came back with his phone in hand, thrusting it to you. “Here. Look at the messages so I can prove there’s nothing that’s been going on between her and I. Look through it all if you want.”
After everything that just happened, nothing was left but the final vestiges of strength you had to stay upright. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and forget this happened.
“Can…” Bokuto began with trepidation. “Can I hug you? You’re still crying a little and it's kinda killing me not to be over there.”
He acted like ‘over there’ was several miles instead of several inches. It was endearing and very much like him. The tiniest of nods was all you had time for before he swooped down and all but threw you into his chest. You had a bit of a hard time believing his knees had problems at all when he picked you up and sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. The lack of composure and strength still made you nervous to be seen like this, so closely now too, but his touch was gentle on your cheeks while he patiently dried and then kissed them.
“I know I did and said the wrong things and it hurt you. I’m sorry for causing you pain. Seeing you like that, because of me? I felt like a stranger to you. I mean who would do that to their girlfriend? I–”
“It’s ok–”
“It’s not okay. It’s not. Seeing you like that, it felt like someone had my heart in their hands and they were just twisting and pulling and yanking. I’ll tell you about everything, but right now you and I need some cuddles.”
Bokuto unceremoniously flopped back with you held tightly to his chest. There was little more to do other than get comfy and listen to the sound of his strong heart under the shirt in your hands. A tiny snicker seemed weird coming from him in the moment and you looked up into a pair of blazing eyes.
“It’s just kind of funny to think about it. She’s married with kids, and just celebrated her 58th birthday.”
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etherealbelphie · 2 years
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What Was It Again...?(Ft. Mammon and GN!MC)
Warnings: Dehumanizing behavior towards MC, Mammon's a little mean in this one sorry :(
Length: 0.8k words
Genre: Angst, hurt, fluff, comfort, chaotic.
Hiatus is officially over! I basically never left, but...it's official now :3 I'm going to try and get back to posting one solid fic/chapter a week, but take this for now!
Based on my headcanon that Mammon kept forgetting MC's name, which is why he constantly referred to them as 'human' instead. I don't think this calls for many warnings, but as always, if I should add some, please let me know! Hope you enjoy!
-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)
Story below, please don't claim as your own!
You’d been in the Devildom less than a week, and unsurprisingly, you wanted to go home.
Even though they had brought you here, your roommates/landlords/kidnappers didn’t seem to want you here either, which made the whole situation even stranger. 
The first few days, most of the brothers would always talk at you, or about you, but never to you. Satan had taken to rubbing his fingers together to get your attention, like you were a cat. Beelzebub had once taken you out of a chair and placed you on the floor so he could have your spot.
Even though you were a representative of the human world, the entire experience was rather dehumanizing.
It’s not like everything instantly changed when you made a pact with Mammon, but at the very least, they seemed to realize you were a sentient being. It was the small things, like them saying good morning to you when you entered the dining room for breakfast.
Bit by bit, things were starting to get better.
“Oi, human!” Well, most things. It was weird, really. From what little you understood about this world, a pact meant you basically owned Mammon. You didn’t want to own him, nor would you ever treat him as if you did, but some mutual respect would be nice.
Meanwhile, he wouldn’t even use your name.
“Coming,” you answered, standing up. You grabbed your bag off the back of the chair and followed him out of the dining room. You hadn't even been in the Devildom for a week, so you still weren’t trusted to go anywhere by yourself.
Well, that’s not quite right. It was more a lack of trust in other demons to leave you alone.
“Are ya ready for RAD?” He asked, pushing the door open for the both of you.
“I guess. Thanks,” you said absentmindedly.
“Whaddya mean, you guess? The great Mammon’s gonna be with ya all day! You oughtta show a little more enthusiasm, human!”
If you tried to match his level of enthusiasm, you'd burn out almost instantly.
“Uh-huh... Um, actually can I ask you something?” You asked distractedly.
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Um…would you mind calling me by my name please?” You asked, coming off much more timid than you intended.
“What?”
“My name? Would you mind using it? Instead of human?” You repeat.
“Call you…by your name?” He paused a second, then burst out laughing. “Pfft, now why would I do a thing like that?”
“I call you by your name, don’t I?”
“It’s not the same!”
“…why not?”
“I’m a demon, and you’re a human!” He was still laughing, as if it was the most ridiculous idea he’d ever heard.
While that was true, he was also a demon you happened to have complete control over. You’d used the pact once before then, on behalf of Levi, but other than that you pretty much left it alone. But how was using it to ask him to use your name any less petty than using it to get money back?
“Mammon, I asked you to call me by my name, and you will. Understood?”                 
He cut off midlaugh, freezing in place. Presumably, the pact was going into affect.
“U-u-ugh, understood!” He finally said, sighing in relief as he was able to move again. However, you weren’t quite satisfied.
“Understood, who?”
“Understood…huma-ugh…argh…”
“Are you seriously fighting it that much? Why are you so adamant on not using my name?”
“I-ugh…hu-“ He struggled to get the words out again.
“Do you really hate me that much?” You asked softly, loosening your grip on him.
“Ugh, it’s not that!” he exclaimed, frustrated.
“Whatever," you muttered, walking ahead of him.
"I can't use your name!"
"Why not?" You asked again, not really expecting an answer.
“I can't because I don't know what it is!"
"Huh?" You stopped dead, and he almost crashed into you. You turned to face him.
"I...don't know what it is," he repeated.
You stared at him. “…Actually?”
"Yeah!" Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, I was late to the student council meeting, and I missed Lucifer introducing you. I know you introduced yourself at some point, but like, I forgot. And it's been like, three days at this point-"
You cut him off, telling him your name. His jaw dropped.
"That's your name?"
"Yes!" You answered, unable to keep from smiling. "Who's did you think it was?"
"I dunno, one of Levi's newest anime crushes or something?"
"Why would Lucifer address me as one of Levi's anime crushes?" You pressed.
"I-I don't know!" he exclaimed, though by that point he'd started laughing too. "Lucifer's weird!"
"Oh, geez!" You exclaimed, starting to walk again. You didn't want to be late.
Being weird must run in the family, you think, though you didn't mean it as an insult.
You stole a glance at the man beside you. His cheeks were tinted slightly pink from the initial embarrassment.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as you'd originally thought.
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groublerts · 8 months
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fear and degradation - bonus part
pairing: rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader summary: movie night takes a twist warnings and contents: 18+ ONLY, grooming, watching porn, groping (idk what to call it), mentions of food/eating word count: ~900
! PLEASE READ AND HEED THE WARNINGS !
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     “scoot over.”
     giggling, she shifted under the covers, allowing bucky to slide in next to her. she felt like a giddy kid, tearing into the pile of snacks they’d accumulated from the vending machines down in the lobby. bucky planted a kiss to the top of her head, pulling away with a smirk as he wiggled her bottle of soda just out of her reach. a pout was all it took to get him to hand it over.
     “all this sugar’s gonna make our teeth rot outta our heads,” he laughed, popping the cap off his beer.
     “can’t watch a movie without something sweet.”
     “good thing i got you, then, huh?”
     the younger groaned as he punctuated the words with a sloppy, beer-tainted peck to her cheek. “gross…” despite herself, she felt a smile playing at her lips, fighting it off by stuffing more candy in her mouth.
     so far the west coast had only been a haze of travel and sleep, but something about watching a movie in a fancy hotel room had her skin tingling with excitement. the tv at home had only ever been for soap operas and the occasional news broadcast when her mother wasn’t home. but this… this was new, almost taboo. curled up in bed with a man, eating sweets to her heart’s content, well past midnight.
     bucky clicked through the channels until he found what he was looking for, smirking in satisfaction as the tawdry music filled their room.
     “what is this anyway? have i heard of it?”
     “probably not,” he chuckled.
     they stayed silent as the credits rolled through, white font spinning into place as a car drove down the highway behind it. a glance down to her showed her eyes glued in place, already enraptured with whatever he’d selected.
     through bad acting and useless plot, she stayed focused, unmoving besides her hand funneling little treats into her mouth.
     bucky finished off his beer as the music started back up, an exaggerated moan crackling through the speakers of the tv. her body went rigid in his hold, jaw ceasing its chewing. reaching for a new bottle, he watched as she turned away from the images playing out on screen.
     “bucky… this…” she swallowed thickly, looking to him in worry. “we shouldn’t be watching this…”
     “why not?” he pouted, digging the hand that was around her shoulders into the box of candy. “we’ve done that.”
     her head was forced closer to his when he brought the snacks to his lips. sparing a look to the fuzzy picture, she agreed that they’d done exactly what was happening on screen. but for whatever reason, this was different. while bucky was between her thighs, she could rationalize that it was something she had no choice over. it was easy to submit to his unshakeable determination and give in to the searing heat that burned in her center.
     this was… awkward at best, debauched at worst.
     the man in the film was nothing compared to the one at her side, and his enthusiasm was just as lackluster. nevertheless, she watched as the woman pulled on his hair and cried out in pleasure, legs kicking out around the man’s shoulders.
     she didn’t even realize she was watching until the man climbed onto his knees, slowly crawling up his partner until the scene cut, and he was dipping his length into her waiting mouth.
     something stirred inside her. possibly the candy not sitting right, but it felt more like when she’d first met bucky, and he’d been so forward and tactile with her. felt like all those times he’d purred honeyed words into her ears and made her yearning spike through the roof.
     without her knowing, she’d begun to press her thighs together, hips canting toward the older’s. bucky could feel the way her toes twitched, saw the duvet moving as she shifted her feet. her snacks were long forgotten, hand taking purchase in the sheets instead.
     when a shiver shook its way through her, he cooed, “you cold, baby?”
     bucky’s voice snapped her out of the hypnotized state she’d succumbed to, fingers loosening around the soft bedding. “n-no…”
     “quit squirmin’ then.”
     but she couldn’t help it. the more she watched the actress take of her co-star’s cock, the more she felt her thighs begin to ache with want.
     she felt the urge to reach over and place a hand atop the cotton of bucky’s underwear. it suddenly seemed so unfair, so cruel that he’d seen her at her most vulnerable, and she’d yet to witness skin beyond what he showed with unfastened buttons and patterned boxers.
     she wanted him in her mouth the same way she was watching it on screen. the same way he’d tended to her…
     a gasp ripped past her lips when his hand shot between her thighs, fingers pressing into the silky fabric of her panties.
     bucky smiled to himself as he felt along her slit through the garment, the little damp patch that grew there causing him to twitch within his own underwear. “maybe we should watch somethin’ else…”
     “no!” she found herself yelping, wrapping her hand around his wrist when he went to remove his fingers. face burning, she looked up to find him already watching her, expression slightly intrigued. “i mean… y-you wanted to watch this. maybe i could choose next time?”
     a devious grin spread across the bassist’s face, middle finger digging back into the damp fabric. “you got it, bambi,” he beamed, “whatever you want next time.”
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xi-writes · 1 year
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Hello! Can we have, please, a Rika x Reader, NSFW. Reaction to the reader walking around with a badly tied tie every time they meet. :"
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Title— Tie-d up
Prompt— “I’ll show you how to use it properly.”
Safety— NSFW but not fully
Additional Tags— Tugging, Bondage, ect, we hornknee today
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1. Having one of her own as a large part of their style, Rika was the first and likely only one who caught onto your lack of enthusiasm about wearing your tie correctly as it should have been. Although there was no denying a tie had many ways of being folded and held together, the way you had it angled; normal enough not a lot would care but enough of a crookedness that made her eye twitch ever so slightly. As controlled and patient as they were this was not about to happen while she was around.
2. From the very first time she saw your poor attempt at tying the fabric, she had made sure to fix it for you; in front of someone or by yourselves didn’t matter at all to them. She was quick and skilled with her hands the tie only taking under a minute to fix and fold it back together how her own was. She was gentle with you this time and let you off with a small sigh at most.
3. The second, third and several more times after it happened had been much the same, your lazily tied up tie quickly drove her to the edge of irritation. Groaning at your lack of effort she got up again and again fixing it for you every single time it caught her eyes. Each time her hands got just a tiny little bit rougher with you tying the fabric up ever so faintly harsher, her small displeased sigh had turned into an almost irritated huff. She was reluctantly patient but absolutely not pleased.
4. She had lost count how many times she fixed the very same tie for you, at some point something in her outright snapped. Their hands took a fist full of your tie into her grasp, forcing you up from the seat you were settled down onto for a while now. Ignoring your sudden gasp in surprise Rika tugged on the fabric harder instead of fixing it for you this time, her eyes glimmering with a rather dangerous mix of intimidating mischief. Her words ringing through your ears setting off all sorts of alarms but in all of the best ways you could have ever imagined. “Wear the damn thing correctly, or I’ll show you how to use it properly.”
5. If you were brave enough or dumb enough to tempt fate was up for debate, whatever the reason it had been that morning perhaps simply even forgetting to tie the fabric like she insisted of you, her warning was nothing short of a promise. The very moment since she saw they glanced down at your tie and immediately her mind began to plan. Rika waited until the two of you ended up alone in peace at last, completely just you and her before she struck and struck fast.
6. Not really having much time to process what just happened, your tie came off with one quick flick of her wrist managing to pull and untie the entire length of it in a single attempt. She stretched the fabric out in her hands, wrapping one half of it firmly around her hand; the demanding yet ever so teasing and sweet voice that followed more then enough to sent a shiver down your spine, no matter how many times you heard her drop this tone on you. It was so much and never enough all at once. “Hands, out. Now.”
7. Not entirely knowing what she planned you thankfully knew what she wanted from you, having done this type of play a few times before neither of you commented on the warmth burning up on your cheeks though the glimmer in her eyes gave away she quite enjoyed the response. Holding your hands out in front of you immediately after her demands you dropped what you were doing and held your hands together firmly in an obedience Rika seemed very pleased with.
8. But that obedience wasn’t enough to save you, not that either of you would have stopped by now anyway. Rika moved fast and had the tie carefully though firmly wrapped under your wrists, folding the fabric over your wrists with an unmatched skill to her every touch. Within moments she had you bound and defenceless to whatever she wanted to do with you.
9. Hooking a finger underneath a part of the tightly stretched tie she pulled you up to your feet with ease, stretching her lengthy arm out and edging your body’s limits until you ended up on the very tips of your feet; trembling ever so slightly to keep the pose for them Rika decided to be at least a little merciful this time, walking you back quickly she pressed her hand in firmly against your wrists pinning you to the closest near by wall. Keeping you in that heightened shaken position.
10. The things Rika did to you from there had been nothing less then absolute perfection, merciless and teasing with every single touch, every single whisper, every little action she made shooting a new lovely sensation through your body. Her free hand mapping down every curve your body had to offer her, gripping into any sensitive area’s she remembered and forcing you to squirm with delight under her ruthless fingertips pressing into every pleasure filled place over every inch of your skin she had access too. Massaging gently into your hips after each harsh grab she made to keep you still and obedient. The constant switching between soft caring touch and merciless teasing quickly had you trembling for a whole entire other reason, heated and just about whining for her. Rika made another tug on your wrists before you could vocalise anything, forcing you the tiniest bit higher again and into submission right where you belonged. “Not yet. You need to earn it.”
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marquez-junky8920 · 2 years
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hello 🥂
please write something about marc and he’s new girlfriend and he takes her to her first race and ugh he would be so sweet.
thank u xx
Unforgettable
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Today marked the first time that you are travelling with Marc to a race weekend! Not just race day, the entire weekend. Free practice, qualifying, race - the whole nine yards. He was more than excited to bring you along with him to introduce you to everyone on the grid and to everyone in his garage, but he was even more excited to describe to you how everything worked and show you around the scene of the paddock.
Currently, you were laying in the hotel bed in Jerez and just beginning to stir out of your slumber. Adjusting your eyes a little bit, you turned over to see Marc still dead asleep. He'd been so exhausted from all the travel lately, so he deserved some rest. Being out of the races for a vast majority of the last 2 years will do that to someone...
You let your eyes scan his face, admiring the way his long eyelashes seemed to flow like water on his cheeks, his wonderful, kissable lips parted just slightly, and the messy mop of hair on top of his head. Marc always woke up with the funniest bed head and it always served as your first reason to laugh every day.
Leaning forward a bit more, you places a feather light kiss to his lips and his cheeks, watching as he furrowed his brow a little bit and stirred in his sleep. You ran your delicate fingers through his hair to try and tame it but had no success.
'You have such a lion mane.' you giggled in a whisper. A smug smile painted his tired face.
'I'm a lion, babe. Lions can't be tamed.' he chuckled at the laugh you let out at his cheesy comment.
'I tamed this one pretty quickly though. Must've been luck.' you smirked, kissing at his chest before moving your way up to his neck. He was laying on his back with one hand above his head and the other resting at the small of your back, his eyes still closed. But even with his eyes closed, he could feel every single movement of your tongue on his neck and he took a moment to appreciate that you finally came with him on the road. He didn't have to sleep along this weekend and he wasn't one to complain...
'Mm... No I just think you're that good. And it helps that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Soon as I saw you at my hotel that one night, it was over.'
'Lion tamed?'
'Lion tamed.' he chuckled, squinting his chocolate brown eyes open and looking up at you like you hung the galaxy.
'I'm happy that you're here with me.' he whispered, playing with a strand of your long hair.
'I'm happy to be with you. I'm excited to see the ins and out of what my lovely lion does for a living.' you smiled an excited grin and he chuckled at your enthusiasm.
'I need to take a shower and then we can get dressed and go.' he said, groaning as he sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched for a moment. His neck was still a bit sore from the crash in Mandalika, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was before.
'You need me to rub anything?' you asked, referring to any sore muscles, but of course Marc took that golden opportunity to smirk over his shoulder at you.
'I can think of one thing...'
'MARC! That's not what I meant. Get your mind out of the gutter.' you slapped his shoulder lightly and he laughed with you.
'No, I'm alright this morning. Thank you though.' he walked to your side of the bed and bent down to kiss you, holding his lips on yours for a few moments before walking to the bathroom to take a shower. In the meantime, you got ready for the day.
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Arriving at the track, you sort of let Marc take your hand and lead the way around the paddock. You'd never even been to a race before, much less behind the scenes of said race. Right now, he was introducing you to the riders as they passed in the paddock. First up was Jack.
'Is this the leading lady I've heard so much about?' he asked Marc with a smile on his face.
'Yes it is. She was finally able to come with me this time. This is Y/N.'
'Hello! It's very nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.' Jack said, shaking your hand.
'All good things, I hope.'
'Oh yes. He never shuts up about you, trust me.' he chuckled when Marc lifted his leg to kick him in the ass.
'Have fun this weekend and good luck mate!' Jack said, waving to you both as he walked away.
'Hey!' you heard a voice shout from behind you and jumped lightly. Turning around, you saw Julia and Alex running up to you.
'Hi boys!' you greeted, hugging them both before the hugged Marc.
'How's the paddock treating you so far?' Alex asked, hands in his pockets as you continued to walk.
'Good so far! I just met Jack a minute ago. I love all the hospitality areas. They're so beautiful.' you said, looking all around you at the different colors and just being amazed. A perk for Marc of you not really knowing much about his job was that he got to see the amazement on your face all the time. Having him be the one to show you all of these new things for the first time was very special to him because he got to see the initial reactions first hand and that was priceless to him.
'Yeah those are pretty great. The food is amazing.' Julia said. Just then, you heard a scooter coming up behind you and turned around to see Fabio.
'Hey mate! How are you?' he asked Marc, shaking his hand.
'Good! Excited for this weekend.'
'Are we having a family gathering today? I must've missed the memo.' he chuckled, looking at all of you.
'Well you know those two over there,' Marc jokingly brushed off his dad and brother, 'But this is my girlfriend. This is Y/N.' he said.
'It's very nice to meet you. Is this your first time at a race?' he asked, a friendly smile on his face.
'Yes, actually! I'm so excited to be here and see how everything works.' you said in a giddy voice.
'Ah well you're in for a treat! Good luck watching this one though. He's a rocket out there.' Fabio nudged Marc's shoulder as Marc laughed bashfully.
'Good luck man.' he said to Marc. 'It was nice to meet you! You should come to hospitality! They have the best chocolate cake you've ever tasted.'
You gasped and looked at Marc. 'Can we please go have cake?'
He shook his head and laughed at you. 'Yes, we can go have cake. C'mon.' he said, leading you to the Yamaha hospitality. Chocolate cake and nice people on the first day? Yes please...
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Waking up and getting ready for the first day of action, Marc was explaining to you how the free practice sessions work and you were just beginning to grasp the concept.
'Ohhhh so the combined times from FP1, FP2, and FP3 are used to determine who goes into what qualifying session?'
'Yes, exactly. The top 10 fastest riders go into Q2, and then the rest go into Q1. Now in Q1, whoever has the fastest and second fastest lap times will advance into Q2 and have a chance to sort of redeem themselves. Hopefully that's not me today.' he chuckled, putting on his cap and looking at your outfit for the day.
'Got it. That makes sense. Everything moves so fast though, so I may get lost.' you giggled.
'That's okay. My dad will be there to explain if you have any questions. Also, totally off topic but your ass looks fucking spectacular in those jeans.' he said, tilting his head to look behind you. You leaned over the counter to put some mascara on and saw his hand raise to slap your ass.
'Wait wait! Hold on a second.' you said, watching him stop dead in his tracks. He kept his hand lifted and just waited for your signal, a laugh falling from your lips at the position he froze in.
'Okay, you're good.' you giggled, squealing when he slapped it and took a rough hold of it.
'Mm... I have such a sexy woman.' he grunted, kissing your neck before walking out of the bathroom and grabbing his bag for the day.
Arriving at the circuit, you already heard the bikes running and gasped when you got out of the car.
'Holy shit! It's that loud all the way out here?' you said in disbelief.
'Oh baby, you don't know the half of it. C'mon.' he grabbed your hand and walked into the paddock with you. You were seeing all the other riders in their leathers and you were in awe of how the suits looked. Luckily, you got to watch Marc change into his in his bus...
'Care to zip me up?' he asked with a smirk on his lips. You purposely hovered your hand over his dick before grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling it up. You flipped the protective tab over it once you zipped it all the way and your eyes met Marc's.
'I love you.' he said, a toothy grin on his face.
'I love you too. Especially in these. I've seen pictures and those were hot but the real thing? Oh my god...' you lilted, watching your nimble fingers trace along the leather material that fit him snugly in all the right places.
'Yeah these are sexy until they pinch your balls when you sit on the bike.' he laughed, watching shock paint your face.
'Wait seriously?'
'Yeah. Happened to me just a few weeks ago.'
'How do you fix it?' you laughed.
'Uhh... You keep riding and hope God is working in your favor that day.' he laughed with you as you walked with him to his garage. On the way there, you put your hearing protection in and as soon as you walked into the garage, the mechanics were running the bike. Your jaw dropped at the noise and you looked at Marc who was chuckling at you.
'Pretty badass, huh?' he asked close to your ear so that you could hear him.
'Holy shit!' you squealed, watching the garage buzz with mechanics and his crew chiefs.
'Hey, can she sit on it for a second? I'll hold it.' Marc asked his mechanic and the mechanic nodded and stepped away. He grabbed your hand as he stood at the front of the bike to stabilize it and he watched you throw your leg over the bike. Your hands went to your mouth and your eyes were wide with excitement as you felt the rumble of the bike underneath you.
'Here, throttle it.' he pointed to the throttle and watched you look at him questioningly. 'Just hold it like this,' he said, bringing your hand to the handlebar, 'and then twist towards you.'
As soon as you twisted the throttle and heard the bike rev underneath you, you pursed your lips and looked at Marc.
'That's a pretty sound.' you said, a satisfied smile on your face as you throttled it again. Marc couldn't get enough of your excitement and happiness. It was contagious to the entire garage.
You got off the bike and watched Marc's mechanic come back to put the bike on the stand as they turned it off.
'Did you like it?' he asked as you sat next to him in his chair.
'That was incredible! My feet didn't even touch the ground. I'm so short.' you laughed, your eyes never leaving the bike sitting in front of you.
'I'm thinking your next life goal is going to be to learn how to ride a bike. Your face was like a kid on Christmas day.' he chuckled.
'I think you might be right honey.' you looked at him and laughed.
Alas, it was time for him to go out on the track. He had talked over some diagnostics and strategies with Santi before kissing you and putting on his helmet. Watching him put that bike between his legs, kick it into gear, and drive off was single handedly the sexiest thing you've ever seen him do. The control he had over that bike was just undeniable and unbelievably sexy.
As the day went on, Marc would come back to the garage and talk with his mechanics for a few moments before going right back out. You didn't want to interfere with his focus, so you just kind of stood to the side and watched him in his element. He truly was passionate about this sport. The way he talked and the way he acted around his team was enough to prove that to anyone, no matter if they knew anything about the sport.
He had come back in to the garage for the day and took his helmet off before talking to Santi again. You were sat next to his chair, so you were sort of in the middle of their conversation, but you had no intention of going anywhere after Marc grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours. After they wrapped up their conversation, he looked at you and smiled.
'What'd you think?'
'This is incredible. I can't believe that I'm here right now.' you said, still in disbelief of where you were.
'I'm glad you're having fun so far baby.'
'Also, you're through to Q2! Congratulations.' you said to him, a wide smile on your face. 'I'm proud of you.'
'Thank you princess. We'll see how the rest of the weekend goes.' he kissed your lips and got up to walk out of the garage with you for the day.
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Qualifying decided that Marc was starting from 5th place on the grid. It was race day and you couldn't be more excited. You were currently on your way out to the grid to wait for the riders to finish their sighting lap. As you saw them round the last corner, that sight was incredible. Watching all of the different color bikes and dark visors coming your way was both ominous and exhilirating. But the only one you cared about was the Repsol bike painted in 93. His bike was put on the stand at his starting place and you stood there next to him and just watched the grid buzz with life. Last minute tire changed, pep talks, and the fans going crazy already after not being in the stands for 2 years. What an atmosphere for your first race.
The 30 second timer went off and it was time for you to leave the grid.
'Good luck baby. I love you.' you said to Marc, watching him wink at you before he snapped his visor shut. You stood with your chin resting against the pit wall and listened to the sounds of all of the engines start. 24 high performance bikes starting all at once was impressive enough, but when they revved their engines to start the race, that was where you jumped up and down in pure excitement. You could feel the rattling in your chest and in the ground beneath your feet. You could smell the racing fuel, and it was a smell that you'd become quite comfortable with as this weekend drew on.
In no time, they'd made a full lap and you watched as they screamed towards you, your hair blowing with the wind that they moved. Watching Marc come out of that last corner and duck down below his wind screen was incredible to see. There was so much more to this process than just racing. There was the team, the hospitality, the atmosphere, and the support. When things didn't go as planned, the support was incredible and that is was made this sport so incredible to you. It was almost a feeling of a big, diversified family. When one man was down, all other 23 teams came back around to support him.
You watched the screen intently in Marc's garage as he overtook Jack. Your heart jumped in your throat when you saw him almost crash, but you sighed in some relief when he recovered. Aleix overtook him, but at this point, all you cared about was that Marc didn't crash. As the race finished, you watched parc ferme fill up with the three teams on the podium and saw Marc's unmistakable number 93 roll back into pitlane. You and the entire team were there to cheer for him. 4th place was a huge deal, given how his last visit here in 2020 ended.
'I'm so proud of you!' you squealed, listening to him groan when you tackled him into a much needed hug. He held you tightly against him and you opened the visor on his helmet so you could see his expressive eyes. If happy had a personification, it would be Marc's eyes right now.
'I love you baby.'
'I love you too Marc. This has been an unforgettable weekend. Thank you.' you said, watching him put you down on the ground so that he could take off his helmet. He grabbed your face and brought you into a searing kiss, his entire garage cheering for him as you giggled. He pumped his arm in the air a few times as they chanted for him and you looked around, still in awe of this weekend. You considered yourself quite a lucky woman.
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hi its that aquakane anon from like a month ago or smth. i dont mean to rush, esp since i dont know how long it usually takes 4 u 2 respond to anonies, but yeah !!
Heey yh sorry I did see yours but I made an aquakane fic didn't I?
Mind if I write one here for you, as an apology?😊
Another side of him
Lovenow is already over. Akane has had her fair share of fun and troubles. She really liked her cast too especially when they saved her from ruins.
Her eyes lingered gently to Aqua who seems aloof as ever, compared to how he acted in the series. Its hard to say what he is in real life.
He kissed her, its surprising indeed.
Akane faintly touched her glossy lips in thought. She did like it -a lot!
Blushing faintly, she began to drift away from company groups only to take another non-alcoholic drink. The other cast members seemed to share funny bloopers still, it made her smile faintly, wondering what her next target would be.
"Ah, sumimasen (sorry)," a gentle low voice coldly pressed to her ear as she felt the weight shift on to her shoulder by the stranger. He was taking a drink as well and she was about to give him space when she noticed it was Aqua.
He noticed her startled expression and gave a mild gesture with the glass. "Cheers, the show was good, right?"
She flushed in enthusiasm, finally striking a conversation "Uh huh, thanks to you"
He silently drank "nothing really, I just... felt like it was the moment"
She sighed, wondering if she could ever see him smile for real someday. She knew they were acting as a couple, but then again, what did she actually feel for him. If she didn't feel anything then she couldn't be this concerned of his smile and everhting he likes.
"Aqua, what's your favourite colour?" She blurted, only to make the younger guy stare with surprise in return."U-um, purple, I guess?"
She pursed her lips, feeling like a fool "A-ah sorry I just wanted to know you so... like you seem so mysterious"
He stared for a moment, sensing her genuine pure curiosity. Sighing and lowering his drink, he began in the mellowest tone. "Well, ok... I am Aqua Hoshino, I got a younger twin sister, I like purple, I hate Bell peppers, but I like anything else that's edible, and I prefer drinks that aren't too sweet..." he paused, wondering more if he had any. Her eyes glistened with happiness that he went through this much personal information for her. "I... uh, thank you, that's all, but... seriously..." she snickered now, adding "Why bell peppers?"
He gagged now, "They don't taste well and why eat something so disgusting"
She nudged him now. "Come on, you complain like a child when it comes to bell pepper, but you are the most mature guy I met on set."
He grunted at the prod to his ribs but remained cool "Y-yeah some people have their taste you know"
"What's up?"
He looked away "What's what?"
She repeated the same gesture only for him to move away with an inelegant demeanour. She raised her eyebrows in realisation "Wait are you ticklish?"
"That is a least relevant topic right now, Akane-san" he casually said though nervousness edged his tone. She has no menace but was intrigued by his cute action to avoid it. She poked him gently only to receive another jerk "stop it..."
"I guess I'll add that little information to your profile, Aqua-kun"
He looked wary now "Come on, you just surprised me -gahahaha!" He jolted much harshly when she purposefully tickled his ribs. They almost got the attention of others but since they were at a corner hardly anyone could see them through the people.
"Wahahait, cuhuhut it out," he hissed, grabbing her wrists to stop her. "We're ihihin public!"
She giggled now, eventually being mischievous. "Aw, but I never heard you giggle before"
He blushed, the second time she seen that, its still cute as ever. She blushed back but with thrill rushing inside her "Please... I wanna tickle you"
"But..." he trailed off when she leaned forward with wide bluish green eyes sparkling with intent and making her look like ...Ai.
Not that he could say anything, even if Akane pleaded as herself, he groaned. "How about later... just... not in publihihuhic" he felt her sneaky fingers reaching under his waist coat. She chuckled at the sudden stream of confused giggles by him, "Fine... but I'm gonna get you ten folds"
He felt like he dug his grave but then again, her cheerfulness returned again, suddenly thst solemn silence she was in was gone too, he felt relieved but also irked by the fact that he's the one fallen victim by the end result.
He wondered how he could survive a beautiful and cute tickle monster.
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May 7th Show Negatives
First and foremost the fucking audience. Despite our good seats, the people in front of us were AWFUL. First off they showed up 20 minutes after the show started, and then they got mad that I was cheering. They weren’t enjoy the show at all and when we were getting ready to leave I heard them talking shit about me. Like sorry not sorry lmfao. Clearly they were too scared to say something to my face about it(as they should be.)
I want to preface this with the acknowledgement that most of my criticisms come from the fact that I’m a 98 stan and despite my efforts to go in with zero expectations a few of them still influenced my reaction. By the second night I made my peace with that stuff, but first reaction I was a little miffed. Especially when it came to the singing. They’re all talented vocalists and boy can they hit those notes and hit them well, but my style preference lies more in the classical sound, whereas a lot of young singers are encouraged to go with that pop-y exaggerated whiny sound and it drives me up the fucking wall. I really missed all the accents too, especially when it came to M&R. You could definitely tell this was a two show day too. They were understandably tired, so sometimes diction suffered. Luckily for me I know all the words haha. Also the overall volume of the show was pretty low in my opinion. I’ve def been to movies that were louder than that. Please let them have louder speakers!! I wanna hear em. I want to vibrate in my seat from the soundwaves lmfao. 
Overall the individual performances were wonderful, but I def noticed the disparity in either talent or interest between the different performers. For instance I love Max Craven to death he is the CUTEST Mungo ever, but he seemed quite bored a lot of the time?? Even during M&R there wasn’t much enthusiasm or silliness from his Mungo. I’d like to chalk it up to personal character portrayal, because I can def accept a more subdued Mungo, but sometimes it really seemed like he was just going through the motions. The second night he was a little bit more into it, but yeah this was a shocker for me initially. Especially when Elena played such a happy and vibrant Rumple. It was a bit jarring. 
Another thing I wasn’t quite happy with was Bri’s Sillabub. Once again not a lot of enthusiasm from her, and, I DEARLY hope this was a character choice to emphasize how young Silly is, her solos were both off pitch. It made them a little harder to listen to but like I said I’m not sure if it was intentional or not so I don’t know what to make of that. 
I also mentioned briefly yesterday that my main issue with nickustrap is his voice as well. he just sounds too young, and paired with the more juvenile and less self-assured characterization he gives munk, it wasn’t my personal preference (because it made him less of a dilf and more of a lil boyfriend lmfao and yall KNOW i love myself a dilf). But after seeing the second night I attribute the voice thing to style preference, because in the second show he went for a more classical sound and sounded way more like gruberstrap which I was very thankful for. He also played Munk a bit more mature the second night. So thank u nick for hearing my pleas through the aether and giving me that!!! Nickustrap gets a gold star <3 
Other than those little gripes everyone was killing it!! Overall none of the performance disappointments hurt me in a substantial way lmfao I still had a wonderful time and I’m so appreciative of the work that goes into it. I get keeping enthusiasm up after all this time is hard. I get that a second show in a day is a lot harder than the first. It’s hard to give your all every single time. So y’all don’t need to come snapping at me for my criticism I GET IT. I have way more criticisms about the production itself, and I told ya’ll those were coming, so get ready. 
Once again most of my issues have nothing to do with the actors themselves, I’m def happy with them despite the nitpicks I listed. So don’t start crying and accusing me of bullying or some shit like y’all did when I said the makeup looks weren’t working(AND GUESS WHAT? I STILL DON’T LIKE THE MAKEUP). I will hit the block button so fast I don’t even care.
My production gripes will go in a different post after my show 2 positives and negatives. 
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Chapter 19:2
Whereas in many respects the Phish business plan — or lack thereof — was built to spec on the Grateful Dead’s blueprint, there is one major exception wherein the student became the master. That is Music Festivals, a space in which Phish was a trailblazer. Their jam-flow elders, meanwhile, never quite found their footing with the festival format. But how can this be? After all, the Grateful Dead played the granddaddy of them all — we’re talking about Woodstock here. Well, their by-all-accounts-forgettable set opened with one of the band members electrocuting himself with his guitar. What had happend was, Bear Stanley thought the festival PA system was some amateurish bullshit, so he spent Soundcheck doing some on-the-fly fiddling with the wiring on the amplifiers. And then it started raining. Playing the first few bars of the opening song — a rare Saint Stephen, and perhaps now we know why — Bobby recalled feeling a distinct tingling sensation, right before his rig blew him ten feet back across the fucking stage. 
So Woodstock could have gone better, but the boys remained steadfast. Beside, everybody knows the Grateful Dead are a California band. Which is to say these East Coast cats weren’t yet hip to their jive. Naturally, then the question became: what if there were a Woodstock West? Enter: Altamont. 
Not much to relitigate, really. Hippie speed freak charges the stage, brandishing a .38 Special. Beer-drunk biker fascist dude stabs him three times in the back. Party’s over. 
(It was always Jerry who had the hard-on for those wannabe outlaw assholes. Nobody else in the family wanted them around, picking fights with the men, and copping feels from the women. Not to mention the work they could do on a backstage buffet. But, hey, Garcia insisted, and this was his rodeo. To him, the whole wave they were riding at that time was about Freedom, with a capital fucking f. And they, The Angels, were Freedom Personified, he said. Whatever the hell that means.)
The licensing agreement between Saints Sixtus and Bernardus expired in the early nineties. Both parties would probably have been pleased to extend their symbiotic business arrangement, were it not for those tight asses at the Brotherhood of Holy Brewers. Around that time they were creating an unofficially official industry standard for designating authentic Trappist breweries, as opposed to plain old abbey breweries. It heretofore mandated that all monastic brewing take place in an accredited monastery, to be performed by gen-u-ine monks. So the free ride to total consciousness was over for the everly pious brothers of Saint Sixtus, just as the gravy train had reached its final destination for the contract brewers at Saint Bernardus. Though there were no hard feelings between them. For a fact, Saint Bernardus was allowed to keep the recipes and the famous Sixtus yeast strain, just so long as they gave back the Westvleteren Brewery brand name. They were even allowed to keep the picture of the monk on the bottle. Although they had to take off his little yarmulke and his special tunic. Still looked like any other monk you ever did see. Brown-robed, donut-headed, Friar Tuck-looking mother fucker. On the Christmas Ale label he’s got a little Santa hat to cover up his bald spot. 
Mayor Mockingbird (cat) didn’t show much enthusiasm for anything apart from licking himself and torture killing the odd rodent. Brewing, certainly, the kitten did not much care for it. Whenever the hoses turned on, he took off. But, for some reason, that cycloptic little feline loved the forklift. He’d hear it beeping and coming running. Hop on Grace’s lap and lean his little paws up on the steering wheel — Seven and Five. The way Wilhelm II would let Hildy drive on his lap around the dirt roads down on the ranch. Her kid brother Ernie rode shotgun. He was still too small to see over the dash, but he cherished the memory always, as if someday it was still going to be his turn. Hildegard hadn’t thought about it in years. For a fact, she had almost no memory of her father. Not as he lived. Grace, never the sentimentalist herself, nonetheless thought this to be the cutest possible violation of occupational health and safety protocol. She even wanted to get Larry Cat his own little yellow hard hat.  
Here’s a thesis: from Amy’s Farm to Big Cypress, Phish pioneered the modern music festival. 
But … somewhere in between, was the beginning of the end. He was called Clifford Ball. 
Pleased to meet you  
Hope you guessed my name
It all started out with the best of intentions, like these things so often do. They were going to Build Something, (Gestures) Out There. Plattsburgh, New York, specifically, would be the place. A short hop and a skip across Lake Champlain from Burlington, their beloved Vermont home. The venue, such as it was: a decommissioned Air Force base. Back in its heyday, about eighteen months before the Altamont Free Festival, a B-52 bomber had took off from right there, on a Hard Head mission, part of Operation Chrome Dome. (Again, what pervert is naming all this stuff?) Before it could reach the edge of Soviet airspace, where it would maintain a perimeter of first-strike capability, a cabin fire sent this Stratofortress into a tailspin, corkscrewing into the icy depths off the coast of Greenland and dumping its ruptured payload of four thermonuclear bombs into the North Star Bay. Anyway, that was thirty fucking years ago. There hasn’t been a Broken Arrow incident since, not counting that shit sandwich in Damascus. (Arkansas, not Syria.) By now the Cold War was ancient history. We were ramping down our strategic defenses. And did anybody think about what effect that would have on the fine people of Plattsburgh? No they did not. Because it would take another thirty years to recover the economic loss wrought by the base closure, per the official estimate of the Clinton County comptroller. But then along comes these four hippie goofballs from across the lake. And damn if they don’t make up the deficit fivefold in a fucking weekend. Seventy thousand concertgoers descend, sextupling the local population. They build their own popup city, complete with campgrounds, food vendors, a town square, provocative art installations, free parking as far as the eye could see and two thousand port-a-toilets. There’s a Clifford Ball Chapel, where two wooks have a tie-dye wedding. No amount of Internet research can confirm whether they’re still married, but you can still watch the ceremony online. The first comment reads: My first Son was conceived at the Clifford Ball. Good times. Quite. Come to think of it, everybody knows how four kids died at Altamont Speedway. (The aforementioned fatal stabbing, plus two victims of a hit-and-run, as well as an LSD-induced drowning in an irrigation ditch, makes four.) However, according to the American Red Cross there were also four babies born that day at the festival. So in terms of net life lost, it was a wash.   
The Mick was doing paperwork — POs on the HIHA. He didn’t get to ride the forklift so much anymore, what with all this desk job bullshit, come fallen into his lap. Managing the accounts as they fluttered away like leaves with the changing of the seasons. Considerable fewer stops for Skip, the Newfy’s longtime delivery driver. He was getting up there, though. Probably for the best. Topher SKIP Engel had used to be Hank’s mailman, as well as he was his weed dealer. How about that for convenience? Door-to-door service, before that was the expectation. Nowadays you can get blood or semen — whatever your pleasure — delivered same-day. Anyhow Skip would have held out for that sweet postal service pension were it not for President Pudding-For-Brains implementing mandatory drug screening for all federal employees. Clean piss was much harder to come by back then in the late eighties, so urinalyses were a non-starter. (By the mid-nineties, pee was everywhere. Yellow piss, clear piss, pregnant piss. All kinds.) To hell with it. He had his pastoral ideal of the postman — Charlie Utter, Cliff Calvin, Karl Malone. The old Pony Express. Whatever he was now, it wasn’t that. Not even in the same zip code. By then hardly all they were delivering by the U.S. mail was out-and-out junk. Scams for cash sweepstakes you didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in heck of winning. Catalogs for crap you couldn’t afford unless by some miracle you did. He didn’t want to be a party to the demise of such a storied public institution anyhow.
Well, so it goes how one door closes. Because it just so happened that the Newfy were outgrowing Mary Ellen Moffett’s station wagon, what with the exponential growth of the Distribution Co-op. So Hank made the capital expenditure investment of a new delivery vehicle. And dammit if he didn’t buy a Grumman LLV — a mother fucking mail truck for all you laymen. Not Skip’s old rig, per say, but one just like it. Naturally Hank offered his old buddy the gig driving it, on the condition that he continue to sell to him on the side from his private stash; in addition to being a distributor and retailer of cannabis products, Skip was himself a manufacturer. This in his capacity as a pharmaceutical botanist, which was the term he preferred. After some terse negotiation, Skip accepted. He’d been zig-zagging the state in that POS ever since. (It was a POS, but Hank had his reasons for buying it. Two of them. First: it should come as no surprise that they’re fucking indestructible as a Sherman tank, which is how come they so rarely appear on the auction block. Therefore, if they do go up for sale, you basically have no choice but to buy it. Also, of all commercial vehicles, the mail truck bears the closest passing resemblance to the Space Shuttle, with the sort of snub nose. Hank’d since come around on the whole astronaut thing. The Mick hand painted their ripoff of the NASA insignia with the letters NEWFY swapped in that outer-spacey, red font.)  Though he wasn’t a prideful sort, Skip would go on to take immense personal satisfaction in crossing the CDL million-miler rubicon. Even though he would’ve never said so to his colleagues, they all knew how much it meant to him, so there was a little ceremony for him at the bar. Hank hand-made him a medal (a gold medal), and hung it around his neck like Chewbacca. Skip affixed it onto the rearview mirror. The Mick even brewed a commemorative beer to mark the occasion. Two Trips to the Moon and Back. A Belgian-style dubbel. (For those of you wondering, should a prolific grower and smoker of Marijuana have a job driving six thousand pounds of sin up and down the highway … grow up. Skip had the reflexes and the hands-free hygiene routine of a cat. That’s why they called him Whiskers.) Per the American beer writer Jeff Alworth in his reference tome, The Beer Bible (Workman, 2015), the Westvleteren beers brewed at Saint Sixtus remain undoubtedly the most coveted in the world. This is because they refuse to scale their operation to meet demand. There are only two places to get Westvleteren beer — by the glass at the lovely monastery cafe, or by the crate on the loading dock. (Limit one per customer for the latter. No telling if you’ll see a monk driving a forklift. Flowing robes and open-toed shoes would constitute an OSHA double whammy.) Saint Bernardus beers are also quite well renowned in their own right, but they’re distributed all over the world. Not that they’re necessarily easy to find. If you’re curious, best bet for copping is if your town has one of them wine and spirits warehouse superstores, where you get a full-on shopping cart, like you’re doing the supermarket sweep with plastic handles of hard liquor. They might could have Christmas Ale or Abt 12 stocked in the Imports aisle. That, or if there’s a fancy liquor store in the rich neighborhood with the good schools, where the guy behind the register has a goatee and knows about what natural wines pair best with which gamey meats. Just ask him. Never mind. He’ll come out an tell you. Unsolicited. There he is behind you. 
Those bougie-ass Bottle Shops, as they’re so called, were always Hank’s bread and butter. Bar accounts were always the harder nut to crack. (First rule of beer distribution: there’s a lot more shelf space than there are bar taps. Allocate your time accordingly.) He’d ride all over with a handheld cooler that he rigged up with a miniature tap, pouring little sampler glasses in tiny red plastic cups abot the size of shot glasses. If they liked the merchandise and the price was right, Skip would step in to fulfill the order. Used to be when the limited edition SKUs would come out, such as Home Invasion Holiday Ale, the most hopeless of the beer dorks — we’re talking the real sickos here — would call ahead to those fancy liquor stores to see who was getting what and when. Then word would get out on the message boards or however else those life forms communicate. Fucking, nerd telepathy. Then they’d all set up camp there, in a strip mall out front of some mom-and-pop wine and spirits store in the middle of the damn afternoon on a workday. Could be dead of winter. Didn’t matter. Was it a bit like a scavenger hunt for grown-ups? (Pokemon Go … to the polls!) Skip would see them sitting there on the curb, Indian style, and think well isn’t that the damnedest thing. They would gawk at him as he rolled the dolly by, mouths even more agape than usual. Did it make him proud to be delivering something so coveted after? No, not really. To reiterate, he wasn’t a prideful man, apart for when he was awarded that gold medal for driving that millionth mile. Fucking a, that was something. Otherwise, he’d deliver horse shit and do it happily. Just so long as it was honest work, as in the shit came direct from the horse’s ass. That, the check cleared and the truck had an AM/FM radio. 
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jamesbuckybarnes19174 · 10 months
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💌message to jamie🐺: miss uuuu 💗 can’t wait to be with u soon!🥰💗
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💌message to jamie🐺: dbfbdn hehe yes we doooooo
💌message to jamie🐺: dbfbdndn i’m glad u are bc i’m insane jamie🥰💗✨
💌message to jamie🐺: but don’t u like themmmmmmm🥺💗 just wanna convey my enthusiasm through the phone!!!😁💗✨🫶
💌message to jamie🐺: bdbfnsnd
💌message to jamie🐺: awww i know🥺 i wish was sleeping on u🥺 ur sooooo much more comfy than brucey!
💌message to jamie🐺: awww that’s good baby!! looks a lot better!!!
💌message to jamie🐺: oh yes please! a nice hot shower with u sounds like exactly what i’ll need when i come back!
💌message to jamie🐺: shdbsjdjsj eeeeek🫶 uhhhhh yes yes u do🫣
💌message to jamie🐺: djfnsnd oh ur so silly baby :)
💌message to jamie🐺: *sends u a video of myself in the shower, rubbing soap all over myself* mmmm mhm… y-your smell helps g-get me off sometimes… *moves my hand down, rubbing at my clit, moaning softly* mmmm… w-want you to b-breed me wolf… p-put it all inside me… *whines, slowly fingering myself* mmmm i-i’m all d-daddy’s… j-just yours james… w-want y-your cum s-so bad p-please… *starts fingering myself faster, clenching my thighs, whimpering* p-please… b-breed me… *whines softly* m-make me as y-yours wolf… c-cause i-i’m all yours… and y-you’re all m-mine, yeah james? a-all mine… o-only for y-your bunny… *pants, pushing another finger inside me, whining a little louder* s-shit… o-oh god… mmm… j-james… i l-love you… s-shit i-i’m g-gonna cum… *gasps softly* ‘m c-cumming *moans loudly, releasing, taking my fingers out, looking at the camera, sucking on my fingers slowly, blushing, then giggles, turning it off*
💌message to jamie🐺: u look cute👍 *sends a mirror selfie, my hair up in a towel, in one of ur shirts and boxers, bruce brushing his teeth in the back* hope u think i look cuteeee🥺
💌message to jamie🐺: mmmm wanna hug n kiss u tooo🥺💗 u really realllllyyyyyyy wanna hug n kiss meeeeeeee? lil’ ol’ meeeeeeeee?
💌message to jamie🐺: i’ll pick up cute bandaids for u👍
💌message to jamie🐺: cute !
💌message to jamie🐺: awwww thank u nat :) 💗 wish i could be as pretty as her though!
💌message to jamie🐺: and as talented and tough and coooool as her sighhhhhh🥲🥲🥲 pout shfbdndj
💌message to jamie🐺: good :) i love u lots!🥺💗
💌voice message to jamie🐺: hi jamie… mmm yeah, hope you’re taking good care of yourself… i’m not there to take care of you… *pauses* b-but ermm, i g-guess y-you have n-nat there so erm, t-that’s good… s-she can help l-look after y-you… *clears my throat* y-yeah? j-just us right? *breathes softly* our alone time… *hums softly* i-it’s important… but erm, w-we’ll be home soon… just us… so we’ll get to have lots of time just m-me n you, yeah? i miss you so much… *chuckles softly* mhm, is hard to be away from you… even with all the texts n messages… awww yeah, i’ll keep giving bucky bear lots of love… n you make sure to give scout bunny tons of love… s-she needs it *chuckles softly* mmm pressing my bracelet now… hug… *hums* you show me your love… i really really love your texts honey… and your voice message… so sweet, makes me feel your love for sure… you’re doing more than enough… *chuckles softly* any time alone with you is a yes from me jamie *chuckles softly, sighing after* time to go home… hope it comes soon *chuckles* oh gosh, i miss you so much… y-you’re the most perfect person in the world for me… i can’t imagine having anyone else… i h-hope i’ll stay b-being e-enough for you… cause wanna g-give you the best… *giggles softly* oh man, i sure hope so! i want all your loving… and trust me, you will get tons of loving back… gonna jump on you and give you so many kissies and i won’t let you go… *giggles* i’m gonna be so blushy when i see you jamie… *squeals softly* mmm… y-your sweet little baby… ‘m g-good girl… *hums* i miss it too jamie… miss our bed… our couch… alpine… eating with you… all of it… *hums* mhm, we can take turns making each other food! that sounds good baby… *sighs contently* i love you so much james… cuddles ASAP… *makes kissy noises* will give you my kissies soon honey… mmm pressing mine *pauses to press my bracelet, then speaks in a sing songy voice* i love youuuu… my sweetest jamie… oh how i love youuuu… *chuckles softly* i love you… see you soon, okay? i love you
💌comms: hi wolfie… hope your face doesn’t hurt you… bunny misses you very much… so so much… i love you… i love you soooo much
💌message to jamie🐺: ur face looks better!🥺👍 glad to see it healing good❤️‍🩹
💌message to jamie🐺: i know u do :) i love them! :) i’m glad u like the ones i have for u
💌message to jamie🐺: dbfbsnd love n miss u oh so veryyyy much
💌message to jamie🐺: oh i absolutely love it!🥰💗ur bunny bear n ur my honeybear 🥰🫶
💌message to jamie🐺: mhmmm! cuddles are only for ME ! mmmm i think i dooooo know herrrrr…. sounds like a lucky girl🥰💗i love my sweetest jamie… he’s soooo adorable n i love him sosososo much:)
💌message to jamie🐺: cute :) *sends a selfie of myself in bed, the blanket covering my face except my eyes*
💌message to jamie🐺: i love u sooooo much jamie💗i love u!!! my sweetest jamie💗ur my whole heart !!! i love u !!!💗💗💗
💌message to jamie🐺: i love uuuuuu
💌message to jamie🐺: iloveuiloveuiloveuiloveu
💌message to jamie🐺: i really really love u so much james💗💗💗so so much my baby i love uuuu💗💗💗💗💗nighty night💗💗
💌message to bunny: miss you too baby❤️will see you soon
💌message to bunny: yeah I’ll take you out :) let’s get dinner at some fancy place so we can get dressed up, this is from that event *sends a pic of me in the suit, smiling*
💌message to bunny: wow I can’t really beat that but I do really really love you baby
💌message to bunny: I know baby, I wanna kiss you so bad
💌message to bunny: I promise I won’t break them :) *sends a pic of me in glasses* saw these at the store
💌message to bunny: you look so cute with Bucky bear, baby :) *sends a picture of me kissing the top of the bunny plushie’s head and then the bunny sitting in the passenger seat, buckled in*
💌message to bunny: I know baby, I really really miss you
💌message to bunny: well then I love my insane little bunny so fucking much :)
💌message to bunny: I can definitely see your enthusiasm through the emojis baby lol, they’re very you so of course I like them.
💌message to bunny: brucey?
💌message to bunny: you can fall asleep on me all you want when we’re back
💌message to bunny: yeah it’s mostly healed now :)
💌message to bunny: okay baby :) hot shower with me is on the menu for when I come back :)
💌message to bunny: oh that’s good :) I’m silly? How so?
💌message to bunny: *sends a video of me in the shower, rubbing my hand down my chest and tummy to my cock, slowly stroking it* f-fuck I wanna give you my cum so bad too baby…w-watchin’ you finger yourself like that…s-shit I can never get tired of it…bet it was so hard to stay standin’ *moans and strokes myself faster* you’re such a good girl…told you I wanted you to beg and you did…fuck…I’ll give it all to you okay bunny? You’ll get it all once I have you in our bed…*moans a little louder and leans against the wall* mmhm ‘m all yours bunny…I love bein’ yours…I l-love you too…I love you so much…s-scout, fuck *groans and bucks into my hand as I release, slowly rubbing myself and then smiles and sticks my tongue out at the camera before turning it off*
💌message to bunny: you look so cute my baby :) *sends a picture of me after a shower, naked*
💌message to bunny: lol yes my baby
💌message to bunny: I wanna kiss you so so so much and hug you so so good
💌message to bunny: dreaming about it
💌message to bunny: thank you :) can both wear matching bandaids
💌message to bunny: you’re prettier than Nat, baby
💌message to bunny: babydoll
💌message to bunny: you’re my favorite person
💌message to bunny: you’re so fucking cool lol
💌message to bunny: my little tech nerd
💌message to bunny: I love you❤️❤️❤️❤️you’re mine and I’m yours yeah? My baby❤️❤️❤️love you lots :)
💌voice message to bunny: hey baby…I miss you…mmm yeah, I guess Nat is here to help but I want you takin’ care of me…mhm is just us…’m alone…cause I left where Nat and I, and a bunch of others were to see Stevie so…’m in a shitty motel by myself *chuckles* mhm our alone time is important to me too baby…we’ll be back together soon…mhm I just wanna be with you when we’re back…I miss you so much…’m givin’ scout bunny lots of love, honey…she’ll cuddle with me tonight…I’ll give her some kissies right now, here *kisses the bunny close to my phone so you can hear* press in’ my bracelet now…mhm is a little hug…*chuckles* you’re doin’ more than enough too baby…have loved reading all your messages and listenin’ to your voice when I get breaks…but I really just can’t wait to see you in person…oh baby, I’m very sure you’ll stay bein’ enough for me…you’re so good to me…and I absolutely love spendin’ my life with you…I can’t imagine bein’ with anyone else either…I want you, okay? But uh…hope you also don’t get tired of me or anythin’…*chuclkles* jump on me? Okay baby…lookin’ forward to it…I’ll give you really good hugs and kissies okay? *chuckles* mhm…you’re my sweet little bunny hm? You’re really fuckin’ great scout…’m so…so in love with you…I love you…we’ll cuddle after a shower okay? ‘S so soon baby…*chuckles* fuck your singin’ is so cute…I’ll press my bracelet now…love you so much too my sweet scout…love you always…I’ll see you really soon…love you…
💌comms: my face is okay bunny…I love you too…you know I miss you *chuckles* love you so much…
💌message to bunny: thank you baby :) make sure all your little cuts are cleaned good
💌message to bunny: Love and miss you too baby❤️❤️❤️
💌message to bunny: yes exactly :) we’re so cheesy
💌message to bunny: you got that right :) it’s you and the cuddles are allllll for you okay? I’m addicted to your cuddles
💌message to bunny: I’m not adorable
💌message to bunny: I love you so so much
💌message to bunny: you look snuggly :) *sends the same picture, only showing my eyes, the blanket up to them, then sends another of me cuddling bunny plushie*
💌message to bunny: love you so much too❤️❤️❤️
💌message to bunny: This is an I love you attack :) good one of course
💌message to bunny: love you my sweet little baby❤️❤️❤️you’re my whole heart too❤️love you to the moon and back :)
💌message to bunny: Love you love you love you love you
💌message to bunny: I’m so lucky :) love you so much too scout, really really love you :)
💌message to bunny: Night❤️❤️❤️❤️
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cosmic-crying · 3 years
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google how to find neurodivergent friends who hyperfixate over dungeons and dragons so that i can talk about it with them and play with them and receive appreciation and gratification the way i can interpret and feels actually good to me instead of having to hope that the neurotypicals i'm playing with are just expressing their interests normally instead of being super unenthused about everything because they show little excitement or interest outside of a few loose comments and don't ever seem as engaged as I am when talking about their characters or plot points so i can't ever be sure that they are genuinely having fun or care about what we're doing and end up kind of resenting them because none of them seem to care because the way my brain interprets their subtle amusement is never going to be able to translate to genuine interest
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gc-genshin · 2 years
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Shiny
Itto x reader with a tongue piercing
a/n: itto brainrot go brrrr. This was ehhhh, not super proud of it tbh but oh well. Plus I think we can all collectively agree that itto would 100 percent have a tongue piercing if he could.
The young oni watched as you conversed with Aether. As he was analyzing your face, he noticed something shine in your mouth. Itto furrowed his eyebrows and reached an arm out to grab your jaw, effectively cutting off whatever you were saying to the traveler.
Both you and Aether let out a surprised noise. You soon came face to face with the massive oni that was staring at your mouth. You couldn't help the blush that rose into your face from his close proximity. “U-uhm… can I help you?” You squeaked out pathetically.
“Open your mouth.” Itto demanded without hesitation.
Your eyes widen as you begin to stammer. You look to Aether for help yet he looked just as embarrassed and confused as you. You snap your eyes back to the oni when you feel his grip tighten on your face and you almost pass out when you see that he's even closer, you two practically breathing each other's air.
You clear your throat to prevent your voice from cracking. “W-why?” It did not help.
Itto looked at you seriously. “There's something in your mouth that was shining and I want to know what it is.”
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion before you realize what he was asking. You practically deflate in relief and if it wasn't for Itto’s hand holding you up, you would've sunk to the ground. Dirty thoughts. Dirty, dirty thoughts, [Name].
You shake your head before chuckling. You reach up and take a hold of Itto’s wrist to force him to let go. “If you wanted to see my tongue piercing, then you should have just asked instead of manhandling me.” You tell him with a playful glare.
Immediately, you stick your tongue out and show the oni your little stud. Upon seeing it, Itto let out a loud, excited gasp. Out of nowhere, he reaches up and starts gently tugging on your tongue to get a closer look.
You let out a squeal when you felt his fingers on your tongue. “Iddo, wha da thuck?!” If you weren't red before, you definitely were now. Poor Aether was so embarrassed that he actually left the two of you during this odd situation.
You see Itto start to lift his other hand while making grabby fingers and you start to panic. Oh fuck! He's going to want to play with the stud! You then start hitting the oni on the wrist to get him to let go, to which he promptly does.
But then he starts spouting question after question while bouncing in place. “Where did you get that? How long have you had it? Was it painful? Oh! Can you do it to-”
“ITTO!” You cut him off, thankful to be able to use your tongue again. “Itto… please don't grab my tongue like that again. It was highly inappropriate, not to mention dangerous.” You scold him gently.
Realization then soon dawned on the oni as he began to sputter and turn red. “O-OH! Right! Uhm, I'm so sorry [Name]! I swear I won't ever do it again!” He damn near screams while clapping his hands into a prayer. But that face you were making was so seductive... I really want to see it again...
You shake your head in amusement. It always cracked you up whenever you saw this giant oni stumble and fall whenever he was embarrassed. “It's okay, Itto.” You chuckle out. “To answer your questions, I got it done professionally a long time ago; the initial piercing didn't hurt, only the swelling did; and can I do it to you? No, I'm sorry.”
You see Itto deflate at your last answer. “But… I happen to know a person that can do it and they'll do it for free if I'm with you~”
Immediately, the young oni perks up and his face brightens at your offer. “Well then, what are we waiting for?! Let's go!” He then grabs your arm and starts to drag you before stopping. “Uh, where is this person at again?” He asks sheepishly.
You barked out a laugh at Itto’s enthusiasm. “They're in Fontaine, are you sure your up for the long trip?”
Itto let out a raspberry. “Pffff... are you seriously asking me, the great Arataki Itto, if he can handle a long trip?” He asked rhetorically with a cocky face. “But I would have to let the gang know beforehand…” He trailed off with a hand on his head.
“I think Grandma Oni would be able to handle your boys for a week or two.” You reassure with a smile and a pat on his hand. “Now let's get to packing!” You exclaim as you reluctantly freed yourself from Itto’s warm hand and started to make your way to your home.
However after only a few steps, you turned around to the oni who was watching you leave. “Oh and by the way! Next time, I would like to be asked out to dinner first before you stick your fingers in my mouth again.” You add with a cheeky smirk.
Before you turned around to leave, you saw Itto’s face burst into a bright red as he shouted out to you, “Next time?! AGAIN?!”
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ginneko · 3 years
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Hello, can I ask headcanons for Sukuna with female vessel reader please? Reader is like Itadori but tries to be nice with Sukuna. And Sukuna, even if he finds her annoying, grow a soft spot for her. Thank!
Ordinary?
A/n: my ask box was so full of baby reader x dad sukuna that I forget that I could write vessel reader to😅. And here 'masterlist'
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Ignorant, sensitive, idiot and... fool that was the view of point the king of curse had for you even it was rude! when you were doing your best for him or trying to be nice to him even he didn't own you.
But you were full of energy and enthusiasm just follow in your blood, bright as the sun you were. But that was how it was, you were opposite of him so opposite attract each other. As he was the reverse of your mind too.
But he loves to discourage you, provoke you or even taunt you. It didn't matter how you tried to be reliable and nice to him he always just act like a high-class bitch and make you feel like a loyal butler.
But still... he is tsu-tsu tsundere. On the first day when you arrived at the school to meet the principal Yaga, he threatens Gojo to not treat you like an object or he will kill them all. Well, hai~ hai~ there was selfishness in such a statement but at least, you were safe.
He know you were someone special that's why he couldn't take control over your body but still suggest you as an 'oddball'. But he waited for you to switch back like he never wait for anyone even he was annoyed and he healed your heart also.
Pretended to be uninterested but hearing your talks even he didn't replay he just hear you.
Slowly but surely he got cooperative with time. But not so... like you went to the subway and was buying the food as you asked him which one he want and wanted for him, 1min..3imn.. well 10min... and you just took your order and left to the station due to no response.
"I want that that chicken one with spice" Hell you didn't understand which one he wants but now  15min had passed you left the subway, of course, he was doing this on purpose. You just wanted to kick him, chock him and the most make him regret but that's impossible. But took a long breath and u-turn again towards the subway for the chicken and wanted to say the worker to add the chills and more spices for his well-being if you can.
He eats a lot like sometimes you felt embarrassed to order the amount of food. Not only that, sometimes he just argues with you to go to burger king. When you want to just eat home-cooked food.
"Oi, sukuna I couldn't buy it. I didn't have money for it" you said in frustration while tired with him and looked at your purse.
"How about, you switch with me, and then I flatter with her a little and she will give it for free" he replied your answer casually which was no, you didn't want to be gay or lose your reputation just for food. But like hell, he didn't talk to you for two days as you didn't but it.
He can give you an opinion if you watch an anime and simp for the character he got annoyed about it, if sometimes you just stare at your favorite anime character. "Brat that not even excites in the reality" as you want to curse him from the bottom of your heart. If you simp for an idol "Brat do you seriously think he will choose you?" Say annoyingly.
He hates all males who you simp for even there are frictional or in-person who had a crush on you. As he takes it as a completion to show he is the most superior to him. That's why he hates itadori as that poor guy just thinks that you are beautiful and got nervous around you.
At one time you fell asleep on the chair as itadori was sitting beside you studying. He glanced at you as a hair shade was falling on your face. He blushed a little and thought to remove it, but as he moved his hand. A mouth pop on your cheek along with an eye. As sukuna just stares at him deep in his eyes which murderer intentions.
"Touch her, and I am gonna rip that finger of yours," he said as his voice laced with venom, itadori just backed away like he just thought 'sukuna what about your fingers a huh?!' But didn't said as he didn't want to cause trouble.
Give you the advice to get long healthy nails like him. Or share his old memories in the mid of the night.
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