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Fortuitous pt. 1

Sanemi cosplayer x fem!reader

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Notes: So, I'll be completely honest - I have no idea what i'm doing there and why. The idea just popped in my head - as something i'd like to do, haha - but then i thought of making a story out of it. So! I want to say - this is not a typical fanfiction with Sanemi, it's about reader with a cosplayer!

Enjoy!

Since her childhood years, YN has been always viewed as a normal, sweet, intelligent girl. Everybody, always, has been jealous of her knowledge, grades, judged her every move and pointed out smallest mistakes.

But yes, YN has always been a normal girl.

Going into her teenage years, she had plans - ambitions, big hopes for the future, aiming for college and a good middle school to get her ready info further life.

But when she actually got accepted into her new school, she didn't realise how much of a mistake it would actually be.

The first year was going quite well, nothing seemed to be foreshadowing the nightmare that her school days would become. But as YN's best friend - only true friend in class she had - changed schools. Gradually, YN has dropped her grades, and started closing up from others.

Going into second year, her life became an absolute nightmare. Scared of talking to people, teachers, ditching school, getting authorities over her head - it seemed like NOTHING was going well anymore.

Her cousin enraged her, also. She never had perfect relationship with her, but what made her most furious was their conversation weeks ago.

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Why do you even want to switch schools?? With your attitude, you're always going to complain about anything. Everything's going to be the same whatever you do. <

YN gazed at the message, her mind flaring with anger.

The next messages her cousin sent were just self-centered yapping about how she struggled with her own work, her colleagues, her situation, her mood, her feelings - her, her, her, her. Not even once has she thought of YN's feelings. The fact she may not be in total control of the things going on in her life.

> Go fuck yourself

YN texted back, seething the same words trough her gritted teeth.

Since then, she understood that she doesn't want to have anything to do with that bitch.

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YN was scrolling trough Instagram - once again ignoring the fact she should study - and noticed a quite pretty post. A cosplay of her favorite character.

Oh, right! Because there was an obsession YN had. It was Sanemi Shinazugawa - a character of her all time favorite anime.

- Fucking hot.. it would be lucky to have someone cosplay him for me.. -

She stared at the pic for a moment with a blank expression on her face. And then she blinked, because then it clicked.

Usually YN overthinked everything she did - but not this time. She texted the man without hesitation.

> I've got a deal for you???

And then she waited.

Regretted her decision.

Then waited, waited, waited.

It was agonizing, almost. The hope of the man texting back was slowly fading, replaced by a shame caused by her doing. She was so taken over by this revelation that she dreamed of it, until one day, finally, she woke up to a reply.

What kind of deal?? <

Oh now THAT was the moment for action.

Seeing he was active, she carefully chose a reply.

> I'll pay you to cosplay Sanemi for me

Oh now that's new. If you want a pic with me, i won't make you pay. I suppose you live nearby??? <

The girl's face heated up at his words. From embarrassment, but also because he would be willing to take a picture with her for free. But that wasn't what she wanted.

> No, i don't want a picture. I'll pay you, for pretending to be my boyfriend.

He read that. He's seen that.

Silence.

And do I get to be a lil touchy 😏 <

> I'll cut your salary in half

Worth it <

> Is that a yes??

Let's say so. Where do i meet you up, princess? <

> In front of my school tomorrow, 7.50. I'll send you the adress later

YN felt like she needed a cold shower to take that news. And so, she went to the bathroom and spend nearly an hour there, nearly dying from excitement.

Then it was time to tuck herself to bed, to the thoughts of having a.. new boyfriend???

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The next day, YN was waiting for her "boyfriend" in front of the school. And just when she was about to give up to her anxiousness and get inside the building, somebody grabbed her by the hips and she was pulled against a firm chest.

- Hey, princess~! Not like i stalked your profile, but i did stalk your profile. You're looking even cuter in real life than those silly pictures -

- W-WHAT?!! -

YN was so startled, she almost pushed her elbow into the guy's face.

- Are you insane?? Stop attacking, immediately! -

Just in case not to get murdered, the guy let go of her and stepped aside.

And when YN looked up she was even more startled than before. The guy was towering above her, at least a head taller than her. His hair were white, and he had this makeup indicating those iconic scars on his face. He was wearing a simple white button up shirt - with a few top buttons left undone - and black pants that were tight around his waist.

- I-is that a wig..? -

The guy's face expression softened as a chuckle left his lips. She didn't miss the fact that he had purple contacts.

- Oh? No, i dyed them this way. -

He put a hand over her shoulder, bringing her a tiny bit closer to himself.

- You wanted me to be your boyfriend, why so silent now?? Do you not love me?? -

He pouted, enjoying the teasing. YN huffed, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him after her.

- Let's just get inside -

They didn't exchange a word while walking, but he changed their position, so that now their hands were entwined together.

As they walked down the hallway, some people who knew YN were eyeing her - and she, deep down, swelled with pride.

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YN had to be honest. Having a man like that walking around with her for the whole day, like a puppy, was satisfying. Her lovely "Sanemi" was all smiley - a little out of character - and his acting skills were perfect. He had no problems with playing pretend, as if he and YN knew themselves for a longer time than just those few hours.

- Wait. What even is your name? -

YN spoke about that matter after the first lesson, when she realised she never asked him this - and there were no informations about it on his profile.

- Oh fuck, right, i never told you. I'm loosing my head here with you, see? -

He let our a chuckle and brushed a hand trough his white hair.

- My name's Aiden. But you can just call me Sanemi, you know. That's what i just am for you, right? -

YN raised her eyebrow questionably.

- You sound pretentious -

- Huh?? No offense. You're just oversensitive -

The girl didn't like his response at all, but decided to just wave it off.

For the rest of the day, she had a loyal puppet running around her like he was over the moon with her.

Maybe he was?

Or what's more possible, he just wanted to be worth the money.

What YN noticed, and wasn't against, was for sure, how touchy he was getting. Seems like his message wasn't just a joke and he really was taking the opportunity. Though they knew each other for like... Max 9 hours, YN didn't complain. It would probably be the only time a man would be touching her anyways.

After school, it was time to pay him off. Aiden got dragged out of the school by his "girlfriend" - while he talked with the friends he apparently made - and when YN made sure they were far enough from familiar people, stuck a bunch of bills into his hand.

- Isn't it too much? -

His purple contacts pierced trough her as his confused face expression almost made her giggle.

- I'm paying in advance -

Her explanation was fairly brief, but Aiden didn't comment it. The thing that surprised him was how she just chose to ignore him as she quickly walked down the street.

The girl jolted in surprise as she felt her hand being grabbed.

- Why are you running away from me? Let me just walk you home -

The white haired man spoke, taking YN's silence as an agreement. When they stood in the door to her house, he did so much as to lean down, kiss her cheek and smile before walking away with a little wave.

- See you tomorrow! -

YN was too stunned to answer to his words, as she stared at him before he disappeared around the corner.

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When she laid in bed, the only thing she could think about were his hands over her, the WHOLE day. She knew she shouldn't, but she felt a tiny squeeze in her heart anytime she recalled how his hands would squeeze her waist or hold onto her own.

And so, even though he wasn't hers, it seemed that YN's "boyfriend" would be what pulls her out of the cage of her own misery.

#kny sanemi #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #cosplayer x reader #cosplay #demon slayer cosplay #Sanemi Shinazugawa cosplay #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba ff #kimetsu no yaiba #Sanemi Shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x yn #sanemi x you

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suiana · 3 months

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(yandere! fictional character x gn! cosplayer reader) (reader is refuses to acknowledge yan and where he originally came from 💀)

"that's a nice cosplay! where'd you get that wig from?"

"this is not a wig."

"what?"

he tugs at his hair harshly, bending down slightly so you can see his roots. you stare in shock, eyes wide open as you marvel in delight. woah! his cosplay was so realistic!

"see? not a wig."

"oh... nice dye job then!"

"this is my natural hair."

he retorts, standing back upright as you maintain eye contact with him. you tear your gaze away from him, taking in his body and features as you tilt your head at him slightly. huh... now that you're actually looking at him... his cosplay looks a little too realistic... there's no way..?

"you're so cool! you're like, that one character from that one anime i really love-"

"maybe cause i am? i'm here to see you actually...."

you shake your head at him, wagging a finger as you chuckle slightly. it was such a sight for everyone to see. a "delusional" cosplayer and a cosplayer who rejects everything that said delusional cosplayer said.

"haha! you're so in character! if i were a little more dumb i would've believed you!"

you then pat him on the back before waving goodbye at him. the convention was still on-going and you had lots left to do! you must bid farewell to him even if you wanted to chat more. what an interesting fella he is! does he really think he's a fictional character that came into your world just to see you?

"see ya! hope you enjoy the rest of the con! wait, can i have a pic first though?"

you hold your phone, looking up at him expectantly. his beautiful features stare down at you before he sighs, nodding as he poses for the camera.

you cheer, getting your phone in position before flinching as you feel him stand way too close for comfort. ah well... it's only for a while anyways. you'll just let this one pass...

"thank you! see ya!"

you then skip away, wanting to enjoy the rest of the con as you leave the mysterious cosplayer all alone. what a funny guy! he was so in character and he said he was here for you! how cute!

unfortunately it was not cute at all for him.

damn it, he thinks. he grits his teeth as he rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration. you're just so... infuriating at times. how could he make you believe that he's real?

and that's when it hit him. he could just kill everyone in this convention until you acknowledge him! what a wonderful idea! he then stretches, warming up his body as he grins to himself.

he can't wait to see that look on your face when you realize that he's the real deal!

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere fictional character #yandere fictional character x reader #gn cosplayer #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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konigsblog · 16 days

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gooner konig stalking a cute cosplayer he finds online, and paying her a visit :)

cw: creepy!könig, porn addiction. 🔞

perhaps reader is going to a convention, and könig can't help but go as well.

könig is desperate to meet you for the first time. he'll ask for your signature, a photograph together, and will question you, each question becoming increasingly more perverted and creepy. he stares at you and you feel almost inclined not to break eye contact with him. oh, how he adores looking into those beautiful eyes of yours, admiring your body and cosplay. :(

you don't even notice his hard boner, the bulge it creates from the sheer size. he breathes in your scent when you offer him a hug, and fuck, that's when you notice it. you feel him rub it against you, his hard dick weeping inside of his boxers, holding your tightly and not letting you go, his heart smacking against his chest. he has a eerie and terrifying grin plastered on his face, his hands wandering along your body, getting too touchy-feel with you in way that can't be excused as accidental or innocence.

you don't know exactly what to say in this situation, you have never been put in this scenario before and now you're not sure what to do but to let him continue holding you. the smell of your perfume causes blood to rush to his big cock, beginning to ooze out his white release in his pants. könig will ask what perfume you're wearing, so he can drown himself in the scent in the comfort of his home, jerking off to your videos and pretending you're here with him. :(

#orla speaks #UGH i have to continue with this series of cosplayer!reader & perv/loser/moderator/gooner!könig :(#könig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #konig x you #konig x reader #konig x y/n #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig #konig

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kazutora-kurokawa · 9 days

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Trying to read a textbook but I'm over here thirsting over touch starved!boyfriend!Kazutora 😭

Imagine just laying in bed cuddled up with Tora watching a movie or tv show and tracing over his tattoo, feeling him tense up under your touch.

Imagine sliding your hand from his neck down his torso and stopping at the waistband of his sweatpants, hearing his heart speed up and his breathing get heavy.

Imagine sliding your hand in his sweatpants and jerking him off, his soft moans drowning out whatever you were watching.

Imagine him gripping your hand, guiding it up and down, teaching you how he wants to be touched 🫠

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I'm done y'all... I've officially lost my mind over this man (btw Bonten!Baji x Concubine!Reader headcanons soon lol 🩷)

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#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #kazutora smut #kazutora x reader #his moans would be so fucking cute and you can't tell me otherwise #I always have good ideas while I'm trying to do important things 😞😕#I NEED THIS MAN #NOW #MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN #God have mercy on me if I ever meet a Kazutora cosplayer #the things I'd do cannot be uttered outloud 🫠

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lazu-light · 1 year

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Vann ( weian_vann ) as Uta from Tokyo Ghoul.

#tokyo ghoul #uta tokyo ghoul #cosplayer #cosplay #tokyo ghoul x reader #uta x reader #tokyo ghoul cosplay

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cyverrieee · 4 months

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[1] WITH A COSPLAYER!YUU WHO SADLY ENDED UP IN TWISTED WONDERLAND WHILE IN COSPLAY...

01 ➳ I might expload if i keep on thinking about this juicy

brainrot eating my brain into BITS anyways..

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ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴғᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ. ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ...

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ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ʀᴏsᴇʜᴇᴀʀᴛs

Now you were suddenly transported into twisted wonderland in your Riddle Rosehearts cosplay. This was supposed to be the day you were going to have a fun convention day with your friends who cosplayed the other Heartslabyul members. Now that you literally get to face the actual Riddle Rosehearts. You were definitely fuming with embarrassment! You laughed uncannily, the other members of Heartslabyul still incoherent shock. Especially Ace

You try to blabber out some excuses WHY you were wearing Riddle's dorm outfit! Riddle was much confused but slightly impressed. The makeup was nice, the styling of the wig was impressive. Especially the details in his atrocious outfit (if you handmade it of course).

God damnit! You were basically dying in embarrassment, you can't possibly say to Riddle that he is a fictional character in a game! No that knowledge is definitely unbearable to someone like him. But you couldn't find anymore words to describe your current predicament; your only chance was to tell.. Half of the truth!

"W-Well.. Your a famous favorite... Character back in my.. World! People loved your personality, they find you.. "

Now how to describe this? How the hell do you say something about it! Riddle was shocked. He wasn't expecting people to like his personality knowing how stern he was before his overblot.. Or even now!

You mostly spend the following hours in your Riddle cosplay, what would make it even funnier is when you and riddle would walk together, you two look the same but the only difference was in height. Obviously you were taller than Riddle. But you really slayed in those heels!

Of course, when you finally took off your Riddle cosplay was when he actually saw you. He felt like he got tricked because aint no wait some of your features just disappeared! (Your makeup skills were too good, professional catfisher!..)

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ʟᴇᴏɴᴀ ᴋɪɴɢsᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀ

Well shit. This is awkward. Its not everyday you face the character you were literally cosplaying as... You found feel a rush of embarrassment go through your head. You were wearing the fairy gala outfit of Leona with a high ponytail (because before being suddenly sucked into Twisted Wonderland. You were sweating in your cosplay and decided to put your wig up in a ponytail because it was thick)

Leona only looked at you and laughed. Okay now, this was more embarrassing than you expected. Your cosplay was a bit incomplete if you could say. You couldn't find any damn white shoes to match the outfit so EARNESTLY and EVEN SO DESPERATELY asked your own mother to borrow her silly heels that she wore on her wedding, but fuck that was like... More than a decade, thats for sure. Somehow it kinda fits you, same shoe size or whatever. It definitely caught Leona's attention knowing how you're almost at his height, yet just kick off a few more centimeters then you'll reach it!

Ruggie feels constipated seeing two Leonas sit in one room. Goddamit! Now he has to grab for two of them! Oh? One of them is real nice for no absolute reason? A nice Leona feels like a nightmare, but he'll take wha he can get. Since you can't get out of your silly cosplay, you were forcibly going around the campus with your fairy gala cosplay. A bit embarrassing but it has a few perks, people who didnt knew it was the fake Leona would have had probably been shaling their boots off. A little threatening to have something wont hurt right? Nahh, they wont know anyways. You were a Ruggie in disguise.

Sometimes, Leona would point details you missed. Like oh! You forgot this or you literally forgot to add that. He just wanted to seen as a perfect piece of art. If your cosplay is 100% handmade, he is secretly impressed by your dedication and motivation. What? This took you 6 months? HALF A YEAR? His respect kinda went up a bit. If you cosplay with your friends and family, maybe tell some stories about you and your friend/cousin/sibling dressing up as Falena and doing the scene from Lion King with your younger sibling/short friend. "Whats the Lion King Scene?" All the braincells probably left out of your brain because oh my fucking god, all you hear in your head is "LONG LIVE THE KING.." and you know.. yeah... You went silent after that, you cannot say that. Moving on!

When Leona saw you out of your cosplay, he was still secretly impressed over your makeup skills; not one for makeup himself but he just finds that you can literally become another person just with makeup impressive but he wont dare say it out loud. Professional catfisher am i right?

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Oh you cosplayed Azul? Hes fine on the outside but screaming in the inside. If the world allows you, you might hear him scream.

Jade and Floyd finds you pretty cool. You cosplayed Azul and you looked so silly and cool in it!

If you were a chubby cosplayer, Azul will scream at this point. An actual scream (not because hes scared or anything. Hes having a plentiful of positive emotions rushing through his brain.)

He will check your cosplay too! Checking every detail. Saying this like "impressive" "amazing labor!" He would definitely be shock on how much time it took you , even if his outfit is easily to replicate. Your broke ass decided to take it the hard way andake it by scratch because no money will be wasted generously.

Please show your Azul impression. He actually kinda wants to see it. If you do silly things in your Azul cosplay. He's gonna be slightly embarrassed but at some point, he might get used to it.

DID I HEAR THAT CLEARLY?! YOU MADE A PROP OF AZUL'S GOLDEN CONTRACT?! He looks at it with awe. Even though it just glossy yellow paper with some writings, its still very nice you went this far for something as someone like him.

You two will roam the hallways asking for contracts now! Just kidding (if you want to :3)

When Azul saw you without your cosplay, he still finds you amazing in your skills of makeup and stylization. Not everyone can transform themselves into another person with makeup and a measly brush no?

The professional catfisher strikes again!

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➥ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ? ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʜᴇ!

! ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ! ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ !

➳ [2] 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮, 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘢, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴

ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ!

#akix's lil stars #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fanfic #twst x reader #cosplayer!reader #cyber's wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto

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renranram · 5 days

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cosplayer reader n supportive bf quackity hcs :3

sfw n nsfw

me when both of my silly fixations mix

SFW

he would compliments you everytime he'd see you try out a new costume

sometimes helping you out with your wigs and ironing your costumes because he just loves you like that

smile whenever he sees you interact with small children

WOULD CHEER LOUDLY IF U JOIN ANY COSPLAY COMPETITIONS RAHH

hold your hands as you two walk around the venue

he'd probably carry all your bags 😭

would be very very very very ready for everything, you need to retouch? he's got your makeup bag right there, you need to fix your wig? here's a hairspray, oh no, your shit started falling off? he's already holding the safety pins you need 😭

he'd spoil the shit out of u fr, i mean he's happy that you're an independent person and all that shit but no, he's gotta spoil u mamas

he's probably try to learn a thing or two about cosplaying so he can try to help you:3

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would fuck the shit out of you in those costumes fr

you'd have a stash of lingeries for characters but only wearing them whenever it's sexy time

another cosplayer tries to flirt with you infront of him? he'd pull you in a nearby bathroom and bend you over fr

he likes watching you looking so pretty, would compliment you when he fucks you

you'd get so mad whenever his semen spills on your costume and stain them so he learns his lesson to fill you up instead of pulling out <3

#alex quackity #quackity fanfic #quackity smut #quackity fluff #quackity x reader #quackity x reader smut #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp quackity #qsmp #headcanon #cosplay #cosplayer #cosplayer reader

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 1 year

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❝ Baby, you know that you won ❞ [part 2/2]

Peter Parker x male!superhero!reader | light angst, comfort, peter gets a panic attack, make-up s*x | dom. bttm. reader (AMAB) | wc: 3K

warnings: overstimulation, light degradation (slut, whore), subspace (Peter), light dacryphilia

masterlist; part 1; part 2

(Y/N)'s comforting words manage to make Peter's tears cease; (Y/N)'s degrading, possessive, words restart the waterworks.

New York could be burning to the ground right now and Peter couldn't find it in himself to care. He had his head in his hands, hidden further from view by his knees. Peter desperately tried to get oxygen into his lungs with his lips wet with spit. (Y/N) wasn't faring any better. He was standing, sure, but he was just as breathless as his ex-boyfriend. (Y/N) wiped the drool that had messily trailed down his chin with the back of his hand, finding his footing as he leaned his shoulder on the wall. "Two superheroes rendered helpless from a kiss" (Y/N) chuckled. "Is the public truly safe?" he slid down to settle right beside Peter who flinched. "Woah, hey" (Y/N) lifted his hands beside his head with his knees now turning away from the still panting Spiderman. "Talk to me, Pete. What's wrong?" he would've made a joke about how he surely wasn't that good of a kisser - followed by how flattered he was if Peter quipped back like he usually did. But the situation had no room for light-hearted humour. Against his better judgement, Peter ripped his mask away from his face and furiously wiped his tears away. Unable to keep himself from comforting him, (Y/N) grasped onto the sides of his face so he could take a proper look at his Peter.

What a pitiful expression. His cheeks were all blotchy and flushed, fat tears rolling down from his eyes that were rimmed with red. "Oh, baby" (Y/N)'s thumb brushed his tears away and Peter sniffled as he turned his nose into his palm. "Breathe with me, Peter, breathe with me", it wasn't often Peter cried until breathing became an arduous task. There were a few times when both of them were younger and their emotions were just as tumultuous as their lives. There were even times when he screams awake from the night terror of losing (Y/N) to an enemy. But, whenever they do happen, (Y/N) is there just like he is now. He brings Peter's ear to his chest, carefully arranging his limbs to not overwhelm the boy but holds him firmly against him. There it was. That beautiful thud, thud, thud of (Y/N)'s chest makes Peter's heart want to leap out of his ribcage and bury itself next to his. "Fuck" Peter finally catches his breath, his heartbeat steadying as (Y/N)'s fingers card through his brown hair. "Language, mister, kids look up to you, ya' know" tutted (Y/N) and Peter guffaws. Their limbs unravel. The two heroes sat across from each other, their ankles bashfully pressed against each other. Brief silence. The city's ambience muffles it. (Y/N) places his arm on his knee, then his chin on top of it; just watching Peter as he catches his bearings. "You're not gonna ask?" he wipes the remains of his tears, sniffling and turning away to awkwardly fold his mask around on his lap. "Why you were crying?" Peter nods and (Y/N) shrugs his answer. Silence again. Peter pursed his lips. "I had reoccurring nightmares about losing you, not being able to save you while you". The breath he exhales is a shudder, his poor mask suffocating between his fingers. "You were dying, (Y/N). Right in my arms and wuh-while...while we were kissing, I thought about our fight, how the last time we would've seen each other would've been screaming and yelling." "I'm scared, I'm scared this is a dream," he says in one breath, tears brimming his eyes again though he manages to blink them away. (Y/N) wants to gather Peter in his arms again. But Peter curls up further and (Y/N) opts to speak; "Pretty sure you don't get hangover symptoms while you dream, Peter". It was a weak reassurance but Peter smiles and (Y/N) returns it. "What did we even fight about, (Y/N)?" Peter sounds oblivious, very much needing an answer from the man in front of him. (Y/N)'s eyes widen and he seems just as oblivious as Peter was. He breaks their gaze and shrugs. "Stupid shit, I think I got mad that you forgot a date". "I got mad that you keep digging into Wilson Fisk's shit" (Y/N)'s eyes seemed defiant as they glanced at Peter's but then they soften, and he nods. "You forgot it was your turn to fold laundry" (Y/N) continued. "I told you that you never liked how I folded anyways". "S'not the point, dumbass" (Y/N) rolls his eyes, still smiling. "Snapped at me for rounding up 'your villain'" Peter retells with a snort while (Y/N) pouts. "You let my laptop get stolen because you webbed it to a random alleyway when an assignment was due that night" Peter huffs. "I told you to upload your shit on a cloud". His sharp glare makes Peter raise his hand in surrender. "Right, sorry, sorry," said Peter.

"I'm sorry" (Y/N) confesses. "I guess things just...piled up?" he leans back on his hands again and stupid, hormonal, Peter can't get that picture out of his head. "We ended up nit-picking and it just got worse. I should've said something instead of bottling it up".

Peter mused the thought, of what could've happened if the two of them simply communicated instead of going through weeks of unnecessary heartache all over fucking laundry and petty superhero turf-wars. If they'd just opened their mouths, Peter wouldn't have to antagonize the dip in their mattress like a crazy person. They would've laid together, sweaty bodies grinding, wet lips opened in silent screams, backs arching and nails scratching against the skin. Peter could only imagine the bliss of (Y/N) on his lap, moving those sinful hips of his as he moans about how big and deep Peter's cock was. The very fact that he could not recall any recent memory of (Y/N) riding him like a professional made his dick incredibly angry. "...Yeah," came Peter's belated reply. (Y/N) tilts his head and reaches a foot forward to lightly poke at Peter's shin. "That's your apology?" Peter is blushing now, (Y/N) realizes, but as he drifts his eyes lower he sees it's for an entirely different reason. "Wow". Peter brings his knees together, groaning as he tossed his head back with enough momentum to also bring his body down. At least he has the decency to cover his face. "Don't" warns Peter but his voice is wavering and (Y/N)'s laugh is especially cruel as he refuses to heed it. "Man, Spiderman is a wreck tonight" he purrs. "Fuck off, I'm not the one watching my ex sleep, ya' pervert" (Y/N) unabashedly settles himself on top of Peter's lap despite his pathetic whines. "Yeah, yeah" he dismisses whilst Peter chews on his lower lip when (Y/N) settles his ass on his crotch. "I'm the pervert? Your boner's twitching against my ass but I'm the pervert?" (Y/N) squeezes his inner thighs and his hips move forward - Peter whimpers at the friction. Cocking a brow, (vigilante name) braces his hands next to Spiderman's head and leans down. "What a slut" he coos. Peter scoffs at him while his hands find their home on (Y/N)'s waist, gloved fingers smoothing down the globes of his ass as he grabs a handful of each cheek. Peter spreads what he can and (Y/N) sighs in bliss at his incessant kneading. "I wasn't the one taking nudes of myself on a public rooftop to lure my ex back" and (Y/N) pauses as he takes in Peter's absolutely, tomato-envying, red blush that was accompanied by a shit-eating grin. "Do you think your villains know the reason you wear that mask is because you blush like a bitch in heat every time you get all cocky? Like some sort of adrenaline rush. Seriously, a minute ago you were crying over making out with me" "Hey" Peter pouts, pushing himself up and resting on his elbows but he doesn't relent. (Y/N) just grabs his cheeks - not at all gentle like he was before, his grip was firmer now and Peter's seen how much strength he has behind it. "Now you're pretending you're some macho man, shaming me when you probably jacked off to that picture before you came here" Peter's body betrays him in several ways. His cock twitches and he darts his eyes faster than he can stop himself - damn, that mask really does save him a lot of humiliation. (Y/N)'s grin makes Peter gulp.

"You did" purrs (Y/N) "Filthy little cretin. I wonder what would they think if they saw you like this" "T-They?" (Y/N) motions his head to the ledge. "The people that think you're ever so noble" he leans to kiss at the spot between Peter's ear and jaw, pressing his teeth there just to feel him shudder. "What would they think of you?" Peter quips, giving a harsh spank to his ass, earning him a stuttering gasp. "(vigilante name), the slut that stoops low enough to use his body to get his boyfriend to do this" For a second, Peter thinks he's said something wrong as (Y/N) stiffens above him. Perhaps he'd crossed a line. But (Y/N) smashes his lips against his, relieved and elated that Peter had called him his boyfriend. Even if it was a slip of the tongue, (Y/N) felt his heart swooning. "Pretty sure they'd understand if they knew you were my boyfriend" Peter hears the rustling of clothes and (Y/N) top half is bare, so naturally he assists in removing it all before he scrambles to get naked himself. "Brr..." Peter pauses mid-strip, his own costume awkwardly bunched below his armpits. "Cold, baby?" he asks, (Y/N) nods.

“Warm me up?" Peter laughs at the cheesiness but hey, he was in his boxer briefs in less than a minute so it worked. Now with less constricting layers out of the way, they collided with each other in a heated embrace. A mess of tongue, teeth, and hands desperate and hungry to feel the expanses and curves of their bodies. It was all bordering on animalistic - the sounds of their panting muffling everything else as their heads moved to and fro, crotches bumping and grinding.

Peter's costume was used as a makeshift pillow for his head as he bucked his hips making (Y/N) moan, the wet patches on their underwear left them with little to no shame. "You're so fucking hard" (Y/N) groaned, reaching between them to grab Peter's clothed cock which elicits a moan. "Shit, forget about the foreplay, I need to be inside you" Peter sucks on his fingers and although (Y/N) would tease he was just as desperate. He yelps as Peter's fingers find his hole, chuckling after gaining some composure. "Easy, I'm not going anywhere - ah!" his eyebrow slopes all prettily again and Peter can't find it in himself to have some decorum. He slips one finger in, just lightly slicked with saliva. "You're..." he slips in another with ease and (Y/N)'s thighs twitch, his hips move away from those slender digits but Peter chases. "Christ, you are a slut - you're already stretched out. There's still lube!" his boyfriend shushes him by gripping the head of his cock. "Announce it to the whole of New York why don't ya'" A few skilful flicks of (Y/N)'s wrists and Peter's eyes flutter closed, fingers still pumping in and out dutifully.

For a moment, Peter wonders if it’d been another that had found themselves inside of (Y/N) and his heart squeezes at the very possibility. “D-Did you, with anyone?” (Y/N) whispers a ‘no’ that makes Peter more gleeful than he’d like to admit.

“So you have no right mocking me for jacking off” Peter might as well have stuck his tongue out at (Y/N) like a child.

“Are you seriously -- Goddammit! Yeah! Right there” his hole clenches tight around Peter’s fingers as his prostrate was found, effectively shutting him up. "E-Enough, enough, fuck, let me pound you already" In a graceful swoop, Peter has (Y/N) on his back with his thighs resting over Peter's hips. This wasn't completely unusual for the couple - their trysts haven't always been in the comfort of their mattress which was a given considering their double lives as superheroes. They weren't strangers to doing it on rooftops, alleyways, and occasionally abandoned/half-finished buildings. Honestly, they could fill a whole book with their sex adventures. But this particular rooftop was a favourite because it'd been the first time they'd done it after revealing their identities to each other. (Y/N) exhales a quick laugh while Peter grumbles, pulling his cock out. It twitches from the brisk air but then its head catches on (Y/N)'s rim and his cock starts leaking precum, the tip peeking out from his ruffled-up underwear that's a little too tight but neither noticed to care. "You do remember how to use the little guy don't you?" Peter squeezes (Y/N) thigh in warning as he wets his lips, murmuring a 'shut up' as he grips the base. Sighing in relief when it finally gets past the ring of muscle. He braces his hands near (Y/N)'s waist and moans, half-lidded eyes taking in the sight of pure ecstasy on his boyfriend's face. (Y/N) can't think. He's convinced Peter's cock was made for him because when Peter fills him it makes his toes curl. Every delicious drag of his dick makes (Y/N) groan in pleasure, that sweet bundle of nerves getting rammed into whenever Peter's balls slap against his skin. "Fuckkk" The brunette smiles dopily and that scrunched expression on (Y/N) urges him to claim his lips. Arms wrap around his neck and Peter presses his thighs down until his knees touch his chest when he pulls away from the kiss. "Ready?" "Give it to me, baby". The power behind those hips reveals itself in slow but harsh thrusts. He builds a steady pace, slowly gaining more speed and it makes (Y/N) bare his neck and arch his back, his nails digging into Peter's back. "Th-That's it" (Y/N) groans. Peter feels his fingers crawling up his neck before gasping as his hair was grabbed. "Fuck me just like that, pretty boy - Ngh! Shiiit, yeah, come on, fuck this ass, it's yours, all yours" Peter's blush worsens at the vulgar words. As if he'd never heard them before or gotten painfully hard because of them. "Your mouth s'filthy" he grunts with a sharp thrust that has the boy on his dick squealing. "You - ah! Like it" he kisses Peter, nipping at his bottom lip before the incessant pressure on his dick becomes too much and suddenly he's tightening. Peter inhales sharply, stuttering out (Y/N)'s name. Peter cums. Hard. Without much warning. He stills with a few jerky shakes of his hips and they pant to catch their breaths. Embarrassment pools in his stomach but before he can completely register it, he's back on his back and (Y/N)'s putting his dick back inside that sloppy hole.

"M'not done yet, Petey" he sighs then he starts moving. Peter hisses, attempting to get the upper hand by grasping at his hips.

"Wuh-Wait, (Y/N), baby -" They slam down hard enough to make a smacking sound, ass jiggling as gravity helps (Y/N) ride Peter's already hardening dick. Peter chokes with his eyes rolling back as he tilts his head back, Adam's apple bobbing thickly. "Fuuckkk" he whines, the sound high in his throat. His stamina is usually something to be marvelled at but it's been weeks and honestly, he'd come into his fist way too many times. Shirt in his mouth, Polaroid in his right hand while his left works to undo him. But (Y/N) isn't complaining. He loves seeing his pretty boy gasp and whine about it being 'too much please I can't' while those whorish moans spill from his lips. Peter's cum is leaking back onto his dick, a ring of white frothing at (Y/N)'s asshole as he squeeezes the cockhead while he's up and makes Peter groan out his name when he sliiides back down. "M'close" Peter warns, eyes hazily watching his boyfriend finally pull his cock out. He's greedy - he wants it in his mouth and the thoughts are so obvious in those coffee-brown eyes that it makes (Y/N) keen. "Me too, God, your cock feels so good, filling me up so well" Peter nods dumbly, not all there. "M'making you feel good?" (Y/N) nods, his chest being grabbed by Peter who suckles at his nipples like a big baby, his filthy hands groping and touching while (Y/N) trembles in his hold. His hands find themselves back in Peter's hair.

He slows to a stop, making Peter gasp out a series of 'nonono please don't stop'. "Shh, look at me, baby" It takes a few seconds for Peter to comprehend the command and a few more to sharpen his eyes to focus. He scratches his scalp comfortingly, lips pecking Peter's kiss-swollen ones. "Not gonna leave me again, right?" the tips of their noses brush against each other. Peter shakes his head, his hands rubbing circles on his hips. "Never, don't wanna be without you, just want you, like this, forever" he smiles, kissing Peter again as he moves his hips. "Cum in me again I wanna feel you inside" "I-I can do that" Peter whispers "M'so close" "Me too, mpfh, fuck, Peter - I love you so fuckin' much" That has Peter whining again. He kisses (Y/N), teeth clacking against each other while he messily bucks his hips up like a desperate animal. "Luh-love you too. Fuck, love you so muh-much, (Y/N), (Y/N)(Y/N)(Y/N)" Like a mantra, Peter keeps saying his name and the way it sounds as if he's in worship makes (Y/N) spurt cum right on their stomach and chest, and some reach their chin. Peter's groan has his voice breaking when he finishes inside his favourite hole. The warmth that fills (Y/N) has him going lax, sighing in pleasure as he leans against his pretty boy. "Never letting you go" he hears Peter murmur on his neck. "Mine, all mine..." (Y/N) smiles, holding his Peter close. "All yours, pretty baby".

#s3thwrit3sstuff #reader insert #male reader insert #gay reader #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x male reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male reader #filthy filthy people #pretty boy peter parker <3 #do you think someone heard them #imagine someone recording it lmao #'two cosplayers on rooftop ruining my night'#lmao if it was JJ #“Spiderman and (V/N) inciting indecency in younger people!”

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Backstage. - Portgas Ace (Punk/Rockstar) part 1

Smut is in part 2, part 1 is the build up.

Not proof read, Still editing 🚧 from time to time.

The bar was loud with chatter, and you sat at the stool, taking the last sip of your wine. Suddenly, you were snapped back into reality as you felt a cold hand on your thigh. "Gonna keep ignoring me all night, pretty girl?" a monotone voice whispered in your ear from behind.

You moved out of the way and slapped his hand. "I already told you, I don't want your attention, or anything else from you," you said, leaning over the bar counter, putting as much distance between you and him as possible.

This time, his cold rough hands crept onto your shoulder. He smelled your empty wine glass before ordering from the bartender. You rolled your eyes at him. Why is this guy not taking the hint? You already rejected him At least five times? As the unwelcome touch sent a shiver down your spine, you swiftly recoiled, asserting your boundaries with yet again a firm slap and a clear refusal.

Yet, despite your obvious dismissal, the intruder persisted, his voice dripping with entitlement and disregard for your wishes. The bar doors busted open, not sure why, but you got goosebumps. Apparently everyone did, everyone looked at the door except for you and the guy trying to get your number. He slid the wine towards you. “Here, have a drink, love.” He said, with lust lingering on his words.

You then realized how silent the bar was besides the occasional whispers and muttering that was mostly inaudible to you. You heard slow but attentive footsteps approaching the counter.

“How about you have a taste of your own concoction?” A random guy said sliding the wine glass back towards the pervert.

You watched with weary eyes. The pervert didn’t say much, he just glared at the stranger. He clearly felt threatened. You were definitely not expecting what happened next, especially with the whole bar watching.

The stranger slowly emptied the wine onto the floor before slamming the empty glass on the counter. He nodded his head at the bartender, the shy bartender threw the mop to the mysterious stranger.

And he shoved it into the pervert's chest. “Clean it up.” The pervert didn't hesitate to do what he said. You guessed this guy really is intimidating. He sat next to you on the barstool and you stared into your reflection through your wine glass.

Today is not your night. You side-eyed the guy next to you. It's not usual to see a guy shirtless in the bar. It didn't take long for you to notice his tattoos as he downed whiskey. You wanted to say thank you. But you were drunk and nervous.

“Got your attention, huh?” He said laughing. His voice, rough and edged with amusement, pulled you out of your thoughts. You glanced at him, caught off guard by his sudden acknowledgment. The faint glimmer of mischief danced in his eyes, contrasting with the stern exterior he had displayed moments ago.

Despite his intimidating presence, there was something about him that you couldn’t quite resist. “Don’t worry, I'm used to it.” He said downing yet another glass.

"Yeah, you could say that," you replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Thanks for... handling that." You spoke quietly.

He indeed made a scene, other girls were wanting to be in your shoes..?

His grin widened, revealing a hint of dimples and you took notice of his freckles, he raised his glass in a mock salute. "No problem. Just couldn't stand by and watch. “ he said, his tone laced with playfulness.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, I appreciate the rescue, even if it was a bit...extreme” you nervously added. "Extreme is my middle name, baby." he quipped, taking another sip of his whiskey. "I'm Ace, by the way,” he added.

"Nice to meet you, Ace," you replied, offering a small nod. "I'm Y/N.” You fell into an easy silence, it was because you started putting two and two together. the reason the bar got silent, the whispers, it wasn’t cause he was shirtless. But because he’s the leader of the famous band performing tonight.

“You’re apart of that band, aren’t you?” You ask curiously. Ace's grin widened, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Guess the cat's out of the bag now." You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

Here you were, sitting next to the charismatic frontman of the band you had been a bit eagerly anticipating seeing perform. It was surreal, to say the least. Or is it because you're drunk?? "Wow, that's... impressive," you replied, struggling to contain your surprise. "I had no idea." Ace chuckled, a rumble of laughter that reverberated through the air.

"Yeah, well, you never know who could be sitting next to ya, lucky for you tho, it’s me. " he remarked with a tilt of his hat. Just then, you heard the drums roar and ripple through the crowd. You both watched as everyone began to push and shove to get as close up as possible. “Thats my cue,” he chuckled. He shockingly handed you two things.

A backstage pass and a ticket to the reserved area below the stage. You gushed at the tickets as he ran off. As the realization sunk in, you found yourself viewing Ace in a new light. Behind the rebellious exterior and the confident swagger, there was a person—a person who, despite his status, had intervened to help you in a moment of need.

And you ended up smiling very very hard. "Must be wild, being up on stage in front of all those people," you mused, taking a final sip of your drink at the bar counter. Before approaching the reserved area.

Some people were there but not many. You saw ace on stage, in the light you finally took a better look at his features. He had one of his eyebrows slit, an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing, freckles, cheek dimples, and his tattoos.

One tat on the side of his upper chest, one on his back, and the other on his muscular arm. Ill admit he is really hot. “You ready alabasta?” Ace said hyping up the crowd. And boy, was the crowd screaming.

He paced around the stage before putting his hands on his hip. “Cmon Alabasta, you can do better than that.” He teased. There was people lined up on the block wanting to come in, people outside even responding, what more does he want??

You braced yourself for the loud screaming as they responded to him. People had poster boards and someone even threw their bra on stage. “Were not here to play it safe, so if you cant handle the fire you better leave now!” He teased.

The band started playing. Ace was the lead singer as well as the guitarist. You enjoyed his show very much. As it came to an end, the fire sprinklers went off. Ace’s show was hype as hell but damn did he have to wet your hair that you worked hard on??

He took off his black leather jacket that he put on mid-show. It was all black with rhinestone that spelled out Ace along with the spade symbol. He hit his signature pose on stage and handed you his jacket.

He tipped his hat at you and winked before standing up. And god, did your hear flutter. At least the girls were cheering you on rather than hating. It was the end, so ace was posing for pictures as well as taking selfies on his fans' phones.

And tell me why ace took a selfie on someone’s phone holding the lace pink bra someone threw on stage… Anyways, you went backstage after a pat-down and scan.

Ace had his own lil dressing room even though he's barely dressed. He was lounging in a white chair, sweat clinging to his abs, pants unbuttoned, legs spread, and chest heaving. He didn’t notice you came in. “Knock knock.” You spoke.

Ace's head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and a grin spread across his face as he caught sight of you standing in the doorway.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to join the afterparty," he said, his tone playful as he gestured for you to come closer.

“More like a pity party, no ones here but us.” You said sitting on the arm of the chair.

“Ouch.” He replied, holding his chest like he's in pain.

Ace's grin widened as he leaned back. "Well, consider yourself lucky, sweetheart. Not everyone gets an exclusive backstage pass to the Ace show," he said with a wink. You couldn't help but blush at his flirty banter, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at the intimate setting.

Despite his larger-than-life persona on stage, there was a sense of vulnerability in the way he lounged there, his guard momentarily down. You took the time to notice the red LED signs around in the room, the weary brick wall, and the lewd magazines as well as posters on the wall. There was also a large collection of his own CDs and vinyls on the wall. Although there seemed to be CDs everywhere.

He didn’t have much on his vanity since you decided to ignore the box of condoms and ashtray. I mean, THIS IS his band’s room. Not only his. Plus it’s his business, right?..right??

"So, what did you think of the show?" Ace asked, his gaze locking with yours as he awaited your response. You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts before replying, "It was incredible, I loved it Ace. It was my first concert.

You guys really know how to put on a show." You smiled. Ace's grin turned into a satisfied smirk at your words, a glint of pride shining in his eyes. "Damn right we do," he said with a chuckle. "But it's even better when I've got someone like you watching me."

The compliment caught you off guard, and you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. "Well, I-I'll definitely be cheering you on from now on," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. AND YOU STUTTERED NOOOOOOO!!! you were crying inside. “You implyin’ you wanna be by my side more baby girl?”

Ace's voice had dropped to a low, husky murmur, sending a shiver down your spine as his words hung in the air, heavy with innuendo. You swallowed nervously, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you met his intense gaze.

"Maybe," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Ace's grin widened into a mischievous smirk as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

"Well, lucky for you, sweetheart, I've got a few more shows lined up. Maybe you'd like to stick around and see where things go?" He said confidently inspecting his hand.

You bit your lip, unable to tear your gaze away from his as he stood up and approached you, "I-I think I'd like that," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Ace's grin softened into a tender smile as he reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek and down to your chin, lifting it. "Then it's settled," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Looks like you've got yourself a backstage pass to all my shows, sweetheart." And as his lips met yours in a lingering kiss, you placed your hands on his muscular shoulders and rubbed his arms. “Damn, you’re a good kisser.” He said deepening the kiss.

You moaned softly as he moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. He then backed up and looked you in the eyes. He had an entirely new look in his eyes. “fuck, what type of spell did you put on me? Cause i can't get enough.”

and to clear it up guys ace was sweaty with his pants unbuttoned because he was tired from all the movement on stage, not cus he was handling some business.

Sneak peak of part 2:

His hands gripped ya jaw firmly n forced ya to look at him. You noticed the muscles of his flexing along with the veins coursing throughout his arm. You wanted him, now. But anyone could walk in. He pulled out a pocket knife and..

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eman-cosplay · 9 days

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Here is my Gojo satoru cosplay Hope you will like it wait for resoults of my photot sesion

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aclowntiny · 11 months

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May the Flirts Be With You- Seonghwa x Female!Cosplayer!Reader

It adds years to my life as a massive Star Wars nerd that a member of one of my ult groups is one too 🫶🏻 him making a May the 4th post = instant serotonin. It's 3 weeks late, but here's a corny little fun post for SW Day 😁

Word Count: 2394 | Conventions, Nerds to Lovers lmao, that trope I've accidentally created where Yeosang plays cupid | Warnings: the con is really generic because I didn't want to rip anything real off too much & have it be something they couldn't go to lmao, plus that way I could make other popular sci-fi references >:3

“Isn’t the cloak a bit much?”

"Come on," Seonghwa half-jokingly whined, "you said you were going to appreciate everything."

Yeosang had joined him at a sci-fi convention, something Seonghwa had always dreamed of attending. Artists sat at tables showing their amazing creations, groups of friends and family took pictures with signs and props, and of course the place was flooded with cosplayers and merch. They'd even passed by the 501st Legion.

"I do," Yeosang assured him, nodding towards an artist table stocked with hyperrealistic head sketches of the classic Star Trek cast, "like look at those. I don't even watch the show and I kind of want one."

"That's why they say these cons are so expensive, like look over there!" Seonghwa pointed eyes widening. "There's a guy selling discontinued Star Wars lego sets!"

"Oh, boy," Yeosang muttered, but with a smile as his hyung dragged him over to the man's table, where he started eagerly digging in, that childlike wonder Yeosang knew so well starring his eyes.

"This is a fun little ship," Yeosang commented, picking up a small packet, "I like the yellow."

Seonghwa turned, then gave a nod. "The Naboo Starfighter! That is cute, you should get it for your shelf."

"You know what, maybe I will."

"That's the spirit! As for me, I'm between the AT-TE and the TIE Advanced set."

"Go with the cheaper one."

Seonghwa stuck his tongue out at Yeosang, who mirrored the gesture, then giggled in spite of himself. He wasn't the only one who made the sound, though; Seonghwa swiveled around, ready to greet another lego enthusiast, but what he saw had his fingers involuntarily loosening, almost sending the (slightly overpriced, in his opinion) AT-TE set tumbling back onto the red-and-black tablecloth.

It was a girl, a young woman about his age, dressed head-to-toe in a perfect Princess Leia cosplay. And not the classic white outfit, but the Bespin gown and cape.

You made the red outfit look classically beautiful, and whether it was all your hair or some sort of wig or extensions, you'd braided it just right, the loops falling back and at each side of your face, which was focused on Seonghwa with a smile.

"Oh, sorry, you two were just funny. You look like a Jedi and his padawan having a spat."

Seonghwa tore his eyes off of you long enough to regard Yeosang. "I told you I looked like a Jedi!"

"You sure do," you added, tilting your head toward the boxes in his hands, "what are you looking at getting there?"

Seonghwa shakily lowered the AT-TE back to the table. "Oh, well, I think I'm going with the TIE Advanced set."

"Good choice," you loudly whispered, leaning a bit closer, "355 to that one's 794. A little under half the pieces, but a quarter of the price."

"That's what I thought, like the TIE is way more iconic too, sorry Battle of Utapau."

"Yeah, I'm more into the OG movies myself."

He nodded toward your cosplay. "I see that. Did you make that yourself, or buy the pieces?"

"Oh, no, I made this."

Seonghwa feels his jaw drop, warmth pooling in his chest at the way you giggle again, this time at his expression, which rises from shock to a wide, awed grin. "You- you really? How do you do it? How long does it take? One of my roommates just customizes regular clothes and it seems like he can spend hours."

"Oh, yeah, hours is about right," you chuckle, "but it feels like the hardest part is finding the right fabrics sometimes, like these thicker ones aren't at every fabric store."

"Yeah, you really sound like my friend," Seonghwa jokes, "but you look way better."

He flushes the moment the words leave his mouth, immediately stuttering backtracks. "Well, um, that is, I mean, he doesn't do cosplay, more just like paint and cutting stuff up and-"

"Don't worry, you wouldn't believe how many creeps have told me I should have gone with the slave look," your voice cuts into his ramble, "I'm not offended. I actually appreciate it, um...what was your name again?"

"Oh," he lit up, "Seonghwa. This is my first convention."

Introducing yourself, you smiled and waved a hand at the legos he paused the conversation to purchase. "And it looks like you're getting something out of it already."

"More clutter for his room," Yeosang supplied.

You laughed. "You don't want to see mine, then. Besides, I can't help but notice you bought a ship too."

"A tiny one!" Yeosang sheepishly defended himself, quickly laughing at the m-hm sound you made.

"That's how it starts. Get him addicted, Seonghwa."

He nodded. "I'm trying."

"That's the spirit," you said with a mischievous grin.

Seonghwa nodded, then felt his eyes start to lose focus from looking at your own. "Er, well, we'll see you around, (y/n)!" He waved, starting to turn and walk away with Yeosang, who immediately shoved him.

"Whoa, what's that for?"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting back to the convention?"

"Don't you think you should talk to her?"

"What, and follow her around like a weirdo?"

"No," Yeosang fought, "invite her to go check out the voice acting stall or build your legos together or at least just take a picture with her to remember her by if you're too scared to do anything else."

Seonghwa frowned slightly. "I'm not scared."

"Ok," his long-haired friend shrugged, "then prove it."

"I will," he said with a satisfied smile as he turned on his heels, heading back for you.

"Oh, hey, (y/n)?"

You turned around too, white cape billowing around you like angel wings. He swallowed, trying not to stare too hard.

"Can we take a picture? I- I haven't really gotten many pictures with cosplayers, and-"

"Sure!" Smiling brightly, you accepted his proffered phone, taking a couple selfies that left Seonghwa feeling like a boiled lobster, he must be so red. He wasn't expecting you to put your arm around him, but he sure wouldn't complain, either. You also had Yeosang take a few head-to-toe ones so you could see your full outfits and the poses you guys did.

By the time you were done, you both were laughing, especially at one selfie you caught of all three of you where both you and Seonghwa posed and Yeosang just had the most confused expression. In another, you reached behind you to the book stall, each picking one up to pretend to read. Seonghwa made a shocked face at James Luceno's Tarkin, Yeosang mimed intense focus on Timothy Zahn's The Icarus Hunt, and you pretended to laugh at the bowl of petunias in Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

"Well, thanks!" Seonghwa exclaimed after your photoshoot, trailing off before Yeosang elbowed him from behind. "Er, well, I was wondering if you are on any social media for your cosplays?"

"Yup," you nodded, closing out your Photos app with a smile at all the new shots of you guys that had been added to your phone and sliding over to instagram, "Here's where I post a lot of my photos, but if you want to see anything more in-depth or show your fashion designing friend, I can give you my youtube."

Wow... "You have a cosplay youtube? That's so cool! I bet it's a lot of fun!"

"Sure, it's where I track progress, share my processes, and do hauls and stuff too. Oh, and these guys," you shook the box of lego you'd bought at the stall that introduced you, "will get built on there, too. Hey, would you wanna be in a video?"

This time, no elbowing was required. "On your channel? Yes, of course! We could build our legos," Seonghwa replied, feeling excitement rush to his face as he strolled past a life-size Dalek, fingers reaching out to gently brush the smooth dome atop the metal structure.

"For one, yes," you said, a hand reaching up to straighten your Leia braids, "but how would you feel about modeling a legit cosplay?"

His eyes flew open. "You'd make me a whole outfit?"

"Well, I need practice doing men's fits too," you giggled, swerving around a couple dressed as Zoë and Wash from Firefly, "and you have, like, perfect proportions."

Seonghwa's mouth opened and closed a few times, but he didn't know what to say to that. You didn't say any more, either, your interest suddenly captured by a stall selling Padme-inspired jewelry, including one thick silver choker that honestly captured Seonghwa's eyes too...

"So, uh, would you be interested?" You glanced back and forth between the stall and Seonghwa, the way your eyes peered up at him involuntarily raising the corners of his lips.

"As long as my outfit is as pretty as yours."

"Everyone's commenting asking if you're a professional model," you giggle at Seonghwa, glancing up at your phone as you hand him the bright orange brick separator.

He pries apart two misplaced lego pieces before meeting your eyes. "Me?"

"Yes, you," you fire back, closing your phone and leaning a bit closer, scanning first Seonghwa's progress, then his face, "have you seen yourself?"

Heat creeps back into his cheeks. "Yes, but I've seen you, too, so I know they should be asking that about you, not me."

"Wow, that was really smooth. No wonder I dressed you up as Lando," you grin, resting your chin on your hand.

Seonghwa just gazed into your eyes with a fond smile. That had been a long, but amazing, process as you got measurements, pinned him still until he was stiff all over, but put hours of work into detailing a masterpiece, complete with a cape of his very own. All the standing around was so worth it to feel the way your hands gently grazed his sides, to hear you laugh at his little comments and even feel it against his neck when you were working on his shoulders, to always make sure you were stopping to take care of yourself, too, and hear how grateful you were when he reminded you you were doing amazing, no need to push yourself. Watching the transformation, your busy hands at work, getting to embody a piece of the universe he loved so much, all of it made for some of the best weeks Seonghwa had had in a long time.

"That was fun," he commented, attaching two more pieces to the wing of the ship he was building.

"Yeah," you agreed, "especially when you almost kissed me."

Seonghwa reddened, stiffening and lowering the wing in his hand slightly.

It had happened one of the last times you'd met up when you were attaching his cape, hands on his shoulders. He'd relaxed too much, falling into watching you work with dazed eyes, dreaming of leaning in, and then you pulled a little too hard, sending him surging forward, his face almost crashing into yours. He'd managed to catch himself just in time and you'd edited that part out of the fitting video of course, but that moment, your awkward but thrilling almost-kiss, had been living rent-free in Seonghwa's mind ever since then. A part of him wished he'd just managed to fall all the way, but that also wasn't how he wanted your first kiss to go. If you liked him back, which Yeosang and Hongjoong insisted you did. Hongjoong had even taken to texting him 'May the flirts be with you' before he went to your studio, which strangely had encouraged him on a couple occasions to just say the compliment or to brush your hands a little when he handed you supplies or made sure you had water.

"I'm so sorry about that, I really was just clumsy and-"

"It's all right," you smirked faintly, putting the constructed cockpit in your hands down, "I was ready for it."

Seonghwa's brows furrowed as he fully set the wing down. "You... you..."

"Wait, I'm sorry, did I read things wrong? I thought we were flirting. But if not, I'm so sorry! I'm not good at this," you confessed, "you know what they say about nerds and all."

Any and all dissatisfaction about Hongjoong being right dissipated into the great sparkly abyss of joy rising and thudding out of Seonghwa's chest because holy cow, the super cool girl who makes Star Wars outfits and builds lego with him and doesn't laugh at his ASMR is interested in them? Sure, let him and Yeosang rub it in Seonghwa's face. He'd endure anything if it meant getting closer to you.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, either," he chuckled, grin widening by the second, "but yes, I was. My roommate even started texting me to hype me up before I visited you, look!"

He showed you the text, which was followed by a gif of Han Solo and a whole bunch of teasing ㅋㅋㅋㅋ.

"I was worried you were going to see all the youtube comments teasing me about my obvious crush on you or how cute we were together!"

His eyes widened again. "So you have an obvious crush on me?"

"Seonghwa," you folded your arms, "you don't exactly want someone to kiss you because they're like a brother to you."

"Right, right, sorry, it's just so hard to believe a real-life space princess like you is interested in a lowly smuggler like myself."

"Ok," you snorted, "that was corny."

"I was trying to be corny."

"Good," you tease, leaning in closer until your nose is almost brushing his, "I like corny."

"That's why you like Attack of the Clones. It's the dialogue."

"It's the childhood appeal and you know it! I always say they got a little confident in their millions with some of the writing, but something in it really captured a youth vibe. It's like what they did in Twilight, but better because of the rest of the worlds happening around it-" You rambled, distracted by Seonghwa's claim.

Seonghwa, meanwhile, could only stare at your animated gesticulating and think how you're most definitely the girl of his dreams. "Ok, seriously, please kiss me."

“Alright, but we’re definitely doing the cape yank next time,” you comment as you lean in, letting Seonghwa take one of your hands, the other pulling you in softly by your cheek until your lips met.

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