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violetueur-archive · 2 years

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THE INFERNAL DEVICES SERIES » ACCEPTING

@fallesto asked: ‘ if there is a life after this one, let me meet you in it. ’

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She’d been sure that she had imagined it. It was the only thing that made sense. Brought about by extreme blood loss as she flirted with death. The alternative, that some miracle had allowed her to be that close to him again, only to rip away away in an instant... it was too much. Her heart couldn’t handle losing him a second time. In all honesty, she’d wanted to die. She’d thought, this is it, then. The end of the line. Scared as she was, to leave behind the few people she had left that loved her, she’d always been waiting... to see him again. And when that light had filled her, so warm and so familiar, Nicolette had felt at peace for the first time since that light had been extinguished. And she saw him. Not the him she saw in her nightmares, expelling blood and withering away, but the him he’d always been— strong, beautiful, shining brighter than the sun. She had thought again, this it it! Finally, she could leave behind the pain of living without him. Finally, the void in her heart would be filled.

You’re not supposed to be here.

It was like being dunked into ice, how jarring it was to hear that. That confession, the one she’d held close to her heart for years, finally spilling from her lips— met with fondness and, unfortunately, rejection. Then tell me in another life. No, she’d wanted to yell. Haven’t I waited enough? Must I suffer longer? The pain of living without him, it was unbearable. She’d barely managed to pull herself from the darkness that she’d been thrust into after that night... it would’ve consumed her, if not for Senjuro. She’d forced herself to keep going, because he still needed her. Because those kids needed her. But... she needed him, too. She was so tired. Why couldn’t it be enough?

You have to live this one to the fullest without me.

It hurt to hear those words, and to know that he was right. That she was being selfish. That there was more work to be done, without him. He was gone. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. It was merely a dream, an imagined paradise that her mind conjured as it fought to stay alive. But it had felt real. His words, his touch upon her forehead. And his final promise. In the next one, I promise I will find you again

She’d awoken alone at the Butterfly Estate, in more physical pain than she had been in a long time... and cried. The sounds of her grief had echoed down the manor halls, as she’d mourned his death for the second time, wailing until she’d fallen unconscious again. For most of her healing, she’d been in out of sleep. Part of her kept hoping she’d dream of him again, or that the mercy of death might befall her, but to her dismay, she lived. Her body had made a fully recovery, much to Senjuro’s relief, and she got back to work. In the end, Nicolette found her resolve. Hallucination or not, she knew Kyojuro must be watching her, and that to give up, would disappoint him greatly. There was still much to be done, and she could not let him down, In the end, he’d passed the torch to her, had he not? There was nothing to do but keep it burning bright, in his stead. She might never been as good as him, nor shine as brightly, but the least she could do was try her best... for his sake. That way, when she saw him again, she could feel proud of herself. She could greet him with a smile, and not an apology, for giving up so easily. So that she could hear him tell her... he was proud. And maybe... those three words, she’d always longed for.

When her time came, it was not at all like she’d ever imagined it would. That final battle... she had survived. Against all odds, despite so many others being lost, she had lived. They had won. A world without demons... she’d never thought it possible. It seemed like an unachievable dream, and yet... he’d made her hope for it. It was a wonderful thing, though it was hard not to mourn all that had been lost. So many of her fellow hashira were gone, and Kyojuro... had not gotten to live to see the world he’d fought so hard for. It had hard not to be engulfed by that sorrow, but he’d given her a command, hadn’t he? To live her life to the fullest. She tried her best, to live without regrets. After all, there was little time for it... as she would not live for very long, anyway. The mark that had appeared on her during the final battle, was proof of that.

25 years old. Once she’d reached that age, her body had begun to fail her. Slowly, but surely. It was like a disease that consumed her over time, making her weaker, but it hadn’t been all that bad. She’d been allowed to live at the Rengoku Manor, for the remainder of her days. Shinjuro had managed to pull himself from the darkness that losing his wife had thrust him into, and she’d been so grateful to be able to see it. Their relationship had drastically improved. She felt guilty, knowing she was going to be another person for him to mourn, yet blessed all the same, to be cherished enough that she would be missed. Senjuro was the hardest part. He’d taken such good care of her during her final days, and she hated to leave him... so young and already having lost so much. Too much. But he’d become so much stronger, so grown up, as he’d told her it was okay. To let go. To finally rest.

❝ If there is a life after this one, let me meet you in it. ❞ In the end, she could’ve sworn she heard his voice.

Ever since Nicolette was young, she’d felt like there was a piece of her missing. Like she wasn’t entirely whole. She’d always felt a little different from other people, too. Like her body wasn’t her own, sometimes. That her face in the mirror was a stranger. Not quite right. Sometimes her reflection would look different out of the corner of her eyes, even for just a second. There were dreams too, and nightmares. Visions that felt so vivid, so real, that they left her with full body tremors upon waking until reality began to slowly set in. Her father had been worried about her, for a long time. The things she’d tell him, about who she was, memories she had, had scared him. He’d tried to say it was just an over active imagination until she’d told him that her name felt wrong, and then she overheard him telling a neighbor that he thought she was ill. That something was wrong, in her head.

She stopped talking about it— the other her that lived inside her body.

She tried to force herself to be normal, for a long time, but it made her so... angry. So bitter. It made her resentful. The dreams didn’t ever stop, and she could only bear to look at herself in the mirror now after an accident she’d been in as a teenager. One that had nearly taken the sight in her left eye and left her with some nasty scars. Her father had been heartbroken for her. Lots of people had mourned, as if someone had died. Said it was such a shame, that such a pretty face was ruined now. That it would be hard to get married. But she had been... happy. She felt a little more like herself. No one ever understood— didn’t even seem to try. It made her so tired... of pretending. So. She stopped. Her father... didn’t speak to her, anymore. Said she was a disappointment, maybe even crazy, for never outgrowing her childish fantasies. It was fine. She was used to being alone.

Even when surrounded by other people, she’s always felt like a piece of her was missing.

People said she just needed to start dating more, pick a decent man and settle down. What a bunch of bullshit. She’d never felt a single spark, with anyone. They all bored her. Everything bored her. Well, except fighting. She had always... liked to fight. Had always been strangely good at it, too. She used to get into a lot of trouble in school because of it. Older now, she’d taken to getting her fix the responsible way, by taking classes. In fact, she was on her way to one now, making her way through the the horde of people just getting off work, a gym bag thrown over her shoulder. It was quite busy, and her frustration only rose as the small group in front of her huddled a little too close, making it impossible for her reach the crosswalk before the light turned and the cars began to move. She sighed, looking down at her phone screen, cursing at the time. She was running late and the class would be starting soon. For a moment, she considered taking a rather precarious shortcut she knew of, gaze lifting to look towards the other possible option, before she caught something out of the corner of her eyes.

A flash of gold and red.

She could feel her heart stutter to a stop in her chest for half a second, head whipping to look at the mess of strangely familial cockscomb hair peeking out through the sea of people... on the other side of the street. She knew... she was being foolish. This had happened multiple times before, something setting off that strange sense of deja vu that would make her act out and leave her feeling humiliated every time. She’d promised herself she was done indulging the strange ideas in her head. And yet... her chest burned with a painful ache, a sense of yearning that made her fingers itch, as that head of gold grew further and further away. In that moment, her body seemed to move on its own, the gym bag all but dropped and abandoned on the sidewalk as she shoved passed the group of people in her way to start running across the street. Mid traffic. The woman thanked her natural-born reflexes and quick thinking as she darted and waved through the cars flying past, even managing to jump over a few and avoid being hit, as she reached the other side of the street and took off running.

People barely managed to duck out of her way, and others she had to shove aside, as she fought through the crowd, and yet... that gold flame became harder and harder to spot. Panic began to set it and she didn’t understand it. She didn’t understand any of this! The way it felt like she was drowning, or the dread that filled her as she considered that she might’ve lost him— not again, some small voice in her brain pleaded. She didn’t understand. All she knew was that something in her needed to catch up to him, to stop him, just to see, to know... to know what? Maybe she would never find out, as a few more people got in her way, even as her hand was just reaching out, and then. Then she could no longer see him, anymore. Despair filled her instantly, and she should’ve simply turned around, realized she was being fucking crazy, but instead her lips parted, a shout ripping through her throat, ❝ KYOJURO— !! ❞

She didn’t... even know what she was saying, or why. The name was both familiar and entirely new. There wasn’t much time to think about it, as her fingers touched something solid, curling tightly around it— a wrist. His wrist, she realized, as the last few straggles in between them maneuvered out of the way, leaving them standing before one another. It seemed as though... he’d stopped, a wild look in his wide eyes as he stared down at her with an unreadable expression. Her mouth opened and closed, once, twice, three times, but not a single sound left her. She didn’t know what she say. Wasn’t even sure what it was she was feeling right now. Her skin burned where she’d latched onto him, heart hammering, loud and painful, in her chest, as she became filled with a strange feeling she’d never felt. Something heavy. Something whole. Something right. Her grip tightened, and she hadn’t even realized she’d been pulling him closer, until they seemed like anything but strangers. She was lifting on her toes, and distantly wondered what the fuck she was doing, as their faces got closer too. It was like there were two voices in her head. One telling her to stop and the other begging her to keep going, as if she was in a trance, as she could practically feel his breath on her face, and—

And then the trance was over, as she felt someone bump into her from behind, knocking her back to reality. Her eyes grew wide, as she regained her senses, and she pulled back quickly, gasping as if struck, Her hand tore itself away from his wrist, held against her chest as if burned, and she at least had the good sense to look embarrassed as hot shamed burned dark against her pale features. What the hell was she about to do? To some guy she didn’t even know? She felt sick with herself... angry for letting her delusions get the best of her, again. And even worse, that part of her still wanted to bring him closer, even now. To feel that warmth again. ❝ I— I... ❞ Her voice wavered, eyes growing hot and glassy, and oh my God, was she seriously about to cry? Even though she was the one in the wrong? Fucking pathetic. ❝ S—Sorry, I— fuck... I’m so sorry, I thought— ❞ She wanted to crawl into a hole. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him now, as her expression twisted up in pain, because something about his face made her chest ache horribly.

She was slowly stepping back without realizing, breathing rapidly as she tried to look for an excuse, trying to ignore that voice her head that told her stop. Go back. Don’t leave! ❝ I thought you were someone else. ❞ A hollow, empty excuse. She didn’t know what she was thinking. Everything was so confusing. Her head hurt. Her heart hurt. She couldn’t breathe... panic was overwhelming her, eyes squeezing shut if only to keep from meeting that gaze that made her yearn for feeling she didn’t even know she was capable of. ❝ I’m sorry. ❞ And then she was quickly turning on her heels, trying to escape from the huge mistake she’d made, even as a piece of her soul began to wither and die the further away she got.

#fallesto #[ the cliche i pictured for the end is the dramatic moment in every romance move ]#[ where one person tries to run away even though they dont want to ]#[ and the other person grabs them and pulls them into a kiss/hug LMAOOO ]#[ ANYWAY THIS GOT WAY OUT A HAND I HAVE NO EXCUSE ]#[ i just LOVE THE EMOTIONAL TURMOIL OF REINCARNATION STUFF ]#P[ AND GOT CARRIED AWAY ]#[ anyway heres ur fanfic ]#↳ VERSE ; KNY: REINCARNATION || ❛ once I hear them clearly say / who are you really? ❜#↳ DRABBLES ❛ im talking soft to hide big lies ❜#↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜#( FALLESTO ; KYOJURO 13 )#↳ PRIVATE AU ; KYONICO || ❛ keeping up with the rengokus ❜ ( fallesto )#↳ SHIP ; KYOJURO RENGOKU || fallesto ❛ youre in my head youre in my blood / it feels so good it hurts so much ❜

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thisfanisgonesorry · 9 months

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groupie love — hobie brown

guitarists dont get as many groupies as you’d think they do. 😮

tags: smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, hairpulling, hookups go crazy, dom/sub, teasing/praise kink obv, creampie bc i forgot the condom at home, brief cockwarming. bro is a lovesick idiot fr. possessive as HELL. porn w feelings kinda? infatuation? idk theres feelings! im mentally ill! pussy so good that hes down bad! consent is sexy tho.. parasocial relationships arent

(but it’s so hard sometimes with the star when you have to share him with everybody; and i know what you’re thinking of, you want my groupie love)

🕸️

One thing led to another and he was leading me through the backstage entryway, his arm draped over my shoulder as he walked with a pep in his step, filled with adrenaline and trying to get it out of his system in ways that didn’t end in him pouncing on me. (Though admittedly, that’d be short lived.)

Backstage was mostly empty besides a few select crewmates who overall didn’t seem too phased by my presence. Hobie greeted them as he walked past, as if he knew each one personally. The rest of the band had seemingly dipped, and weren’t too worried about Hobie being missing from wherever they’d gone to hang out.

“Li’l lady wants to check out the green room.” He winked at one of the crew as he continued, dismissing them to give us space. The green room was nice but it wasn’t his destination in mind. He stood there for a minute, looking down at me briefly, before spinning dramatically and pushing his back against the dressing room door, sliding in and pressing me against the wall in a fairly smooth action.

“Don’t think anyone saw that?” I muttered out quickly, it was more of a question as I really didn’t see much from the spin itself, caught a little off guard by the sudden movement and unable to process much until I was pinned firmly against the wall. The dressing room was small, and he took advantage of the fact.

“M’hm, no.” He shook his head, leaning in slightly. “Nah, y’re all mine.” He continued.

His hands lingered on my waist, his fingertips reaching under the fabric and restraining himself as much as he could as he felt the soft skin underneath.

“You seem energised.” I laughed softly.

“I’m fine, jus’ got my blood pumping. Was a good show. Can I kiss you?” He spoke quickly to the point where if you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed it. There was a short moment of silence where the air hung heavy as he waited, oh, how he waited so very patiently.

“... Yeah.” I nodded.

His patience ran thin, and his lips harshly made contact with mine, almost pushing my head into the wall. What a way to get a concussion. He groaned into it for a moment, enjoying the taste and licking my bottom lip slightly. My hands loosely hung around his neck,

“Bloody ‘ell...” He muttered, pulling away and going down my neck. His free hand reached to the door, locking it before anyone could walk in. He was kissing and licking my neck, letting small bitemarks dance across the skin.

He began tugging at the hem of my shirt anxiously, wanting to just strip me bare, bend me over, fuck my brains out, but all in due time.

“Doors soundproof.” He commented. “Let me—”

One arm was wrapped around his shoulders, grabbing a fistful of the leather jacket and tugging on it to beckon him forward as the other grabbed his hand, pushing it closer. In hindsight, it was kind of sweet how certain he was letting things be.

He quickly removed my shirt that had his own band’s logo on it, throwing it to the floor and fumbling on the bra, running his large palms over the fabric. I leaned forward to kiss him again and his hands dropped to my hips, hastily (and harshly) dragging me to the dressing table, pushing me up against it.

Our lips were reconnected once again, though the kisses were messy. My arm was still around his neck, my other on his chest. His hands began to slightly shimmy down my shorts and he moaned into the kiss. “S’pretty, darlin’, so..” He mumbled breathlessly, pulling away enough to let me kick off the shorts (albeit, struggling to because of my boots) and for him to shrug off his jacket. Both articles disappeared somewhere into the room to be determined later.

My hands lingered to his hips, reaching up and feeling his toned abs from under his shirt. “Y’so hot, Hobie.” I moaned back, feeling the way his stomach tensed under my fingertips.

“What? like ‘m not meant t’be fit?” He tried to joke as he palmed my tits again.

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

He only responded with a laugh, kissing my neck and collarbone as he removed the bra, thrown to the side and his hands explored downwards in an attempt to remove the last of clothing.

“This aint fair.” I breathed, seeing him still fully dressed.

“Yeh, I know.” He responded, taking his shirt off, another piece lost to the room.

He ended up turning the light off, so the only light in the room was the one radiating from the mirror itself. He looked good like this but I guess that was the point. His face was flushed, it would be hard to tell otherwise if it wasn’t for the heat that it was giving off, you could literally feel it from across the room; his eyes were hyper focused and his lips were swollen slightly.

He leaned forward to kiss me again. “Y’re so beautiful.” He groaned.

“I was about to say the same thing.”

I reached down boldly, my fingers twitching to unbutton his jeans, to pull the zip down, to—

“Y’re gonna hurt y’self.” He joked, swatting my shaking hands away. “Touch yourself f’me.” He asked softly, trying to speak clearly despite his otherwise dishevelled behaviour.

I slid my fingers between my legs, toying with him as he watched between kisses.

“C’mon, darl’.” He purred sweetly. “Work y’self open f’me, please?”

He swallows the moans that leave my mouth as I push my fingers inside, weakly thrusting as he continues to kiss me, hovering over me as he palms his hardness through his jeans.

“Hobie, c’mon.” I groaned, getting impatient with him. All he wanted to do was toy and tease me; holding me closely as his eyes scanned my naked body like a piece of meat, kissing as much of the flesh as he could, longing for the taste and feel under his lips.

“Alr’, alr’.” He drawled finally.

He pulled away enough to create distance between us, we both stood in anticipation, catching our breath slightly as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zip. The jeans themselves were grungy, and his dick freed itself from the tight confines as quickly as it could, shimmying the jeans down to his thighs.

“No underwear? Anarchist goes commando?” I asked breathlessly as I continued to work myself, yet finding humour in comparing him to a militia.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/n. Don’t.” He warned.

“You go pantless just in case some pretty girl would fuck you tonight?”

I poked my tongue out between my teeth, biting down on it slightly, wanting nothing more than to be testing my luck with him. He grabbed my wrists, removing my hand from my insides and holding the sticky, shiny fingers up. It looked filthy in the bright light, he tutted slightly before licking the fingers clean, grinding his hard cock against the slick folds.

He held both my wrists in place, making it impossible for me to fight him with the movement of his hips, he was careful that he wouldn’t accidentally push himself into me, whether or not that accident was with his own free will or not. He was enjoying this, the torturous nature of it all. Yeah, definitely don’t talk back to him.

“Feels s’good like this.” He tried to speak clearly; “Could jus’ fuck you like this, yeah? Cum all over y’r cunt, don’t even go in?”

“I’m sorry.” I quickly spoke when I realised he could just stay like this.

“You’re sorry?”

“Please, Hobie, fuck me real good. I’m sorry, didn’t mean it.” I pleaded, though he could tell the words were only half hearted.

He tried to laugh but it got swallowed into a groan. He threw his head back and released my wrists. “Yeah, yeah. C’mon.” He spoke, finding amusement in it. He hissed slightly at the loss of contact as he turned me around to look in the mirror, bending me over the dressing table.

His breathing quickened as he admired the view of me bent over the table, elbows supporting my weight and my pretty eyes looking up at him through the mirror. He swallowed thickly, still grinding lazily against the wetness as he tried to shimmy his pants down further, they got about a little past his knees before getting snagged on his boots and he realised that it wouldn’t go much further than that.

“Ngh.. Fuck, y’so good.” He struggled out, a low moan erupting from his throat. “Gettin’ m’cock all nice ‘n’wet.”

“Hobie, I’m sorry.” I threw my head forward, not wanting to look at our reflections. “Fuck me, please, want you.”

“I know.” He groaned as he aligned himself. He gave a harsh tug on my hair, forcibly making me look in the mirror. “Look. Watch.” He panted.

He slid his thickness deep inside in one slow, stuttery motion. I watched carefully, my mouth fell open and my eyes threatened to close. His eyebrows knitted together and his mouth mimicked mine, falling agape.

“Oh my fucking god.” I moaned out, unable to hold my head up but quickly felt the tug on my hair as he held my limp neck in position.

He buried himself completely, “Look at how I’m stretchin’ you out, y/n, my darlin’.” He grinned lopsidedly.

He began thrusting slowly, watching the faces that I made, his eyebrows stayed knitted like he was focused on my expressions and nothing else.

“So good, Hobie.” I muttered, my head threatening to dip forward if it wasn’t for his grip on my hair. I tried to squirm away from him and his grip on my hip got tighter. “So big.”

“Yeah?” He spoke condescendingly, relishing at the way I felt around him. “Y’ve been dreamin’ about this, haven’t ya’?”

“Mhm, all the time.” I moaned quietly. “Fantasise about y’so bad.”

“I bet’cha always wondered how good I’d feel buried deep in y’cunt.” He commented, picking up his pace as he felt the warmth swallow him perfectly; it wasn’t necessarily rough or fast, but the size of his cock as it nestled all the way in was almost too much. Almost. “The real things s’much better, ain’t it?”

“Ah! Yes!” I cried, reaching back to push at his hips.

“Takin’ me s’well, darlin’.” He groaned, not letting up. He wasn’t being relentless but the position and the harsh pound of his cock was all too much at once, I closed my eyes tight and he fought the urge to give another harsh tug on my hair.

“S’deep, Hobes, baby—” I groaned, though it was immediately followed by pathetic whines which completely diminished the point I was trying to make.

“Why y’pushin’ at me, sweet thing? What’s wrong?” He teased, knowing damn well that there wasn’t the faintest of an issue.

“So deep.. So big. Slow down.”

“What? Y’don’t think y’can take it?” He joked through slurred speech, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Mhm!” I jerked forward with a whine, then feeling the harsh tug on my hair as my body pulled away from his tight grip.

“I think y’can take it jus’ fine.” He continued teasing, still desperately nudging my insides. “M’pricks too big f’you, ain’t it, darlin’?”

I shook my head weakly, keeping my eyes glued on his face as he fucked me from behind. “No, mhm— I can take it.” I struggled out.

“Y’doin’ s’good.” He slurred with a groan.

The audible wet sounds began to fill the dressing room and I could do nothing but let out a pathetic whine as I could feel the sticky liquid make a mess on both our thighs. The slickness was making it easier for him to slide in and out, using it to his advantage to fuck into me even harder. It did nothing to ease the slight slapping sound, and if that door wasn’t soundproof like Hobie claimed, we were probably being louder than the show itself was.

I shook my head weakly, jerking forward at his movements and taking whatever he would give me. “So good. So deep. So big.” I rambled, the only words that my brain could come up with at the given moment.

“I want y’to watch, darlin. Look at y’r pretty face as I fuck you.” He spoke, knowing I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes in the slightest, coming across like nothing but a cock drunk groupie whore, though I guess, it wasn’t far off. “Y’re basically droolin’ for me.”

“Keep talkin’ to me like that, holy shit, make me cum.”

“Eyes up here. On me. Y’got it.” He praised, his harsh tugs became more gentle as he got more stern in keeping my eyes on the view. “Keep lookin’, c’mon, darlin’, look. Y’re s’beautiful. All f’me, look at ya. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

His voice began to ramble, whines and groans leaving his throat at intervals.

“I’m trying.” I mumbled out; “It’s hard.”

“Darl’, ‘m not gon’ keep tellin ya’ to keep y’head up.” He moaned, removing his hand from my hair and rubbing figure 8’s right where I needed it. “Yeah, y’re gonna take it.” He panted, leaning over my body to press kisses on my shoulder and neck. “Take it, darlin’, doin’ good. Doin’ so good.”

I leaned my head back on his shoulder, looking down through half-lidded eyes at the filthy view of him fucking me into his dressing table.

“See? You can handle watchin y’self gettin’ fucked like a good girl.”

“Hobie, ‘m gonna cum.” I moaned, struggling to watch myself but worried that if I stopped, he’d pull his hands away from me.

“Watch y’self, good girl.” He praised again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Fuck, can feel y’squeezin’ me.” He whined. “Cum for me, darlin’, s’pretty when y’clench this big cock, yeah? ‘M stretching it out, y’gonna be so perfect f’me.”

I took a bite out of my knuckle as I felt it hit, he slowed down slightly but kept the movements methodical besides the gradual slowing as he praised me throughout it.

“Hobie—” I cried out.

The way I clenched around him made him harshly hold onto my hip, the moans filled the room loudly as he fucked me through the wave. Small purrs of praise were audible but it was almost impossible to focus.

“You right?” He rasped out, slowing his movements to a halt. He would’ve cum right then and there if he didn’t have half the mind to prolong himself.

“Mhm.” I hummed, dazed and confused. “Keep goin’.” I acknowledged, wanting to make him feel good.

“Wish I could fuck a pretty thing like you after all m’shows.” He spoke sweetly in my ear, thrusting up again for his own orgasm, it started slow but he increased his pace when he began riling himself up with ideas. “Tease y’before so y’re all wet and ready when ‘m done.” He laughed softly. “Y’can help me warm up m’fingers for the guitar.”

He spoke softly and calmly as he could, feeling the wetness twitch around him from overstimulation. He kept this slow as he could, knowing that he didn’t want to end things just yet. His dazed eyes tried to memorise every detail he could; hooking up with a groupie meant the chance of never seeing them again, his movements on my clit picking up too; he was desperate to bring me pleasure, he needed this just as much as I did, which was saying a lot.

I weakly tried to keep my head up, watching his face attentively, he looked completely dishevelled with need; something about this was driving him crazy but all I could focus on was how good he felt.

He started kissing my neck again before deciding to ask a question he knew I probably wouldn’t answer otherwise. “Why ain’t you got’a boyfr’nd?” He grunted over my limp body, feeling himself hit the deepest parts and watching me react to it. My vision would go white and I’d jerk into the feeling.

“Don’t want one. Only want you.” I spoke matter-of-factly despite my dazed demeanour.

“Fuck, Y/n, Don’t say that.” He choked. “Wan’ keep you all f’myself.”

I groaned, pressing myself closer against his body. His arms wrapped around my torso, pulling me to stand upright and my arms reached around to touch him the best I could, though his hand stayed glued to the pussy that he’d grown infatuated with.

“Y’re gonna be thinkin’ about this for a long time, yeah?” He breathed. “Gonna think about m’cock fuckin’ into y’cunt?”

“Hobie—”

“I feel y’gettin’ close again. God, want y’so fuckin’ bad.”

His hand took a faster pace than what it previously was, rubbing hard and fast circles into my clit, wanting to feel me be undone on him when he cums.

“Better than I could’ve imagined.” I panted in admission.

“Y’re.. ‘M right there.” He moaned. “Y’so hot, makin’ me s’hard. Gonna make m’cum.”

There was nothing I could do to respond besides lewdly take what he was giving me, nodding weakly and trying to watch the view in front of me. He looked so beautifully debauched, and feeling his ragged breathing against my spine was something I didn’t know I needed to feel, something I unknowingly longed for.

“Mhm, y’can stay wit’ us.” He nodded, as if what he was rambling made any sense. “Bring you along, keep you f’shows. Darlin’, you’d be my perfect li’l groupie..”

His pussy-whipped drunk ramblings sounded like a love confession as he neared his release, knowing he didn’t want it to be over so soon but desperately wanting to feel the warm, tensing tightness around him as he filled me as much as he could.

“I want you, I want you.” I nodded back, too cock-drunk to care.

“Cum f’me, y/n, cum with me, need— Oh fuckin’ shit.”

He groaned as he felt the clenching of my walls around his hard cock, desperately wanting to take him for all he’s got. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me is the only phrase that repeated in my head as I felt the twitching and nearing signs.

“Give it to me, please, give it to me.” I pleaded through orgasm.

His body shook with want and he forced his eyes to stay open, needing to watch this unfold before him in a weak attempt to convince himself that it was real. Keenly watching the way my face contorted as I came on him, my eyes barely open enough to see the way his face mirrored mine. He let out small pants and whines, before his hips pushed deeply, his hips stuttering weakly as he filled me with his cum.

I felt the warm liquid between my legs, throwing my head back and sighing as I tried to relax from the high. Beautiful afterglow; beautiful boy. He collapsed forward slightly, holding me in place but using one arm to support us.

“It’s a really nice tour bus. Don’t even need y’own bed, just sleep in mine.” He continued in a whisper, pressing a soft kiss into the sticky flesh of my neck, nuzzling the hair away.

We stood for a moment before he pulled a chair from the side of the dressing table, slowly sitting us on it and keeping the position, his arms wrapped around me tightly like he never planned to let go.

I squirmed at the feeling. “Mhm.. Y’think?” I laughed softly; not taking him close to serious.

His eyes were heavy and he continued to look at us in the mirror, an unreadable expression as he buried his head behind my shoulder, his eyes barely poking above the flesh for him to admire the view. “I’m serious.” He mumbled awkwardly before going to a complete whisper. “Stay?”

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tsumskz · 2 months

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valentine’s day with your plug

stoner eren x reader

Tw: smut, mentions of weed and smoking, breeding and oral

just a little late valentine’s day post

Eren Yeager, the most well known suppler in your town. if you weren’t getting your stuff from him then who were you getting it from ?

not only did he have some of the best weed you’ve ever smoked but he was gorgeous, and quite frankly that made your blood boil. it was the brown hair that laid perfectly on his shoulders, half always tied up in a little bun at the back of his head. and those beautiful green eyes that always hung low when you saw him and would catch yourself getting lost in if you stared too long. he was hot and he knew it.

whenever you were in need of bud you dreaded having to hit him up because it’d either take hours for a response or he would leave you on read and randomly show up at your place saying “here”.

you’re sure he thought his looks could make up for his shitty service, but i guess it does because you go back everytime no matter how much it pisses you off.

well today was the same as every other day expect for the fact that it was valentine’s day so all of your friends were busy with their boyfriends and getting laid, blah blah blah and you happened to be violently single but at least you have weed right ?

oh damn i forgot i’m out…

…FUCK IM OUT

god this can’t be happening. it’s valentine’s day and you’re out. eren HAS to have plans tonight, there’s no way he doesn’t and youre gonna be stuck here. bored. sober. alone.

you might as well try to text him and see if there’s a slim chance he’s able to drop by.

walking to your room you contemplate what you’re gonna say, grabbing your phone tapping your fingers till you get to his contact. how do you do this without sounding like a loser ?

6:46pm. you: hey, was wondering if you’d be able to drop by tonight ? wasn’t sure if you’d be busy

now we wait. putting down your phone you go back to what you were occupied with before this catastrophe happened. you suspected it to either take hours or possibly you wouldn’t get a text back at all.

6:55pm. eren: nah i’m not busy tn, should be able to stop by in 10. that cool ?

you swear your stomach sinks to your feet when you hear your phone ding. you knew it wasn’t any of your friends so maybe he wasn’t doing anything after all.

“odd” you thought to yourself that’s definitely the longest message he’s ever texted you before, it was never any longer than a quick “yeah” or “be there in 10”. wonder what’s gotten into him

texting him back a quick “sounds good” you go to sit on the couch waiting for the notification for you to come outside to his car.

7:10. still no eren. you knew this would happen. its never the time he says. god he’s so fucking stupid i’m done goi-

*DING DONG*

you nearly jump out of your seat. heart now pounding out of your chest as you walk up to the door confused as to who it could be since you definitely weren’t expecting anyone to knock.

opening the door you begin to notice a familiar face…eren.

why was he at your door ? the mere sight of him makes your stomach churn with seems like anger. never has he once showed up and knocked on your door.

why is your heart racing? …

“the front door ? that’s new” snarky comment making him laugh. you felt awkward. was he trying to invite himself in ? you had so many questions running thru your mind but you were assuming it was nothing

“felt like saving you the longg walk from here to my car” he says dragging out long with a dramatic voice throwing his head back and bending his knees

“surprised you’re not busy with all the ladies that are probably dying to rip your pants off” ignoring his stupid joke. your hand reaches out to grab what he actually came here for but you’re met with nothing, like he wants to stand here talking to you more.

“ gotta keep them on their toes, you know. can’t make it easy or else i would’ve had back to back dates tonight” you were done with conversation already. you just wanted to get your stuff, watch some stupid rom-com and eat a burger the size of your head. he was getting in the way with that.

“haha. can i just have my stuff?” clearly annoyed he hands you the small little baggie, as you’re about to say thank you and close to the door on his face. you notice he’s not moving at all. looking at you like a lost puppy dog that showed up at your door.

he was definitely trying to invite himself in but he didn’t know how. “if you want to come in you could just say so” attempting to be nice you give him a smile.

“it’s okay, i don’t wanna intrude especially if you have a date or something” you laugh at him, his face turning a red tone as if he said something wrong. god you feel bad.

“i’m not doing anything tonight hence why i asked you to come by but if you wanna hang for a bit be my guest” wishing you would’ve shut yourself up but it was too late to take it back. you couldn’t believe you invited him in. you’re stuck now.

no words were said as you took a step back swaying to the side to gesture him in. he seemed hesitant for a second, but he enters. taking a couple uncomfortable waddles in before stopping in his tracks to kinda get a vibe your living space

it was clean. tv turned on to a random show on netflix. couch covered with cute pillows and blankets, coffee table with weed paraphernalia neatly organized but he was more fascinated with the way you’re dressed. maroon sweatpants and grey zip up that had your high schools name on the front. no makeup. so effortlessly beautiful.

“come” patting the couch you usher him to sit next to you. opening the baggie of bud, crumbling off a piece to put in the bowl of your most precious bong. offering him the greens since he is a quest in your house.

“how sweet of you” he says giving you a over exaggerated smile making you softly hit him on the arm. it was weird having him right here. you realized you’ve never smoked with him before. you’ve never seen him in such a intimate setting. it made you feel some kind of way.

a couple hours past. you guys ended smoking and chatting as if you knew each other for years and were catching up. it felt nice even tho you were dead set on the plans you thought of originally like getting food. mmm food the munchies were starting to hit hard.

“you hungry ?” you said being so serious because there was no way you were messing around when it came to eating rn and by the look on his face he wasn’t either.

“god i thought you’d never ask” staring dead into each other yes, breaking out into a laughing fit. you both decided to make your way to the kitchen and see what there was to make. letting him do all the work of course.

you’re sat up on counter while he’s looking thru the cupboards. hoping he can find something good because at this point you don’t even remember what’s in there.

“ahh mac and cheese ?” he says excitedly holding up a box of probably soon to be expired mac and cheese. you nod in agreement pretending like you aren’t practically drooling at the thought of it.

he starts boiling the water. “why don’t you have plans tonight ? didn’t expect you to be a lonly guy” you interrupt the silence to ask the question you’ve been wondering this whole time.

“i’m not a whore like you think i am. i just sell weed to people and the flirting keeps them coming back” shocked by his answer you can’t say that’s not a solid strategy. he goes to drain the pasta before adding the rest of the stuff, handing you a bowl.

“you don’t flirt with me tho” blurting out your response, he turns towards you. looking you up and down, getting just close enough you could feel his breath on your face.

“you’re different” your face getting hotter by the second. not sure how to respond because you didn’t know if this was his tactic or genuine emotion.

“how so?” twiddling your finger together looking down a little embarrassed for asking.

“idk everyone treats me like im just some hot piece of meat that can get them their fix” he says looking down with you.“but you, you act cold towards me and i find that so hot ” you felt like you were gonna faint at his words.

“ i’ve always thought you were just an asshole with a pretty face” his cheeks turning a pale pink.

“pretty?” he inches closer to your face so you’re just inches away from touching each other lips. “yeah, so pretty it makes me mad” those were the last words said before his lips are crashing into yours.

unsure if it was the weed or the fact his lips felt so good but you kissed him back without realizing. lips moving in sync like they were made for each other.

feeling like you couldn’t catch your breath, you pull away catching a good look at his face, red and flustered. you’ve never seen anything like this before and you never wanted to forget it. pulling him by the neck to continue he picks you up walking you both over to the couch. putting you down softly. breaking the kiss.

“this okay?” he says with genuine concern on his face. hes scared. scared hes gonna mess this up.

“more than” huge smile forming on his lips, he maneuvers himself on top of you between your legs. kissing your neck making his way down to your stomach.

he unbottons your pants so plainly slow that you’re about to rip them off yourself. he kisses your pussy thru your underwear making you gasp at the sensation of his cold lips on you, mumbling a low “fuck” before bucking your hips begging for more.

“don’t be so impatient baby” the pet name making your stomach turn with lust. you had to have him. you need him now.

your bottom half now undressed he makes you wait even longer by licking and biting your plush thighs, making you squirm. “please eren”. you’ve never been so desperate especially for someone that you hated a couple hours ago.

his tongue laid its first lick down your slit. it was soft, gentle. unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, other guys were rough and thought flicking felt good. how’d he become so good you couldn’t shake that thought from your mind. were you jealous ?.

“it feels so good, please keep going” bitting your hand to hopefully quiet yourself down because you knew you were being too loud. his tongue felt like heaven, but when he slipped one of his long finger into you was when you lost your mind. there was no way you weren’t gonna start screaming his name.

“eren fuck i’m gonna cum” without any hesitation he curls his fingers up hitting a spot that made you see stars. back arching, strings of curse words fall from your mouth as you cum. you’re panting like a dog trying to regain yourself.

eren sits up wiping his face on the sleeve of his hoodie, rubbing your inner thighs till you’ve finally come back from your mind blowing orgasm.

“that was crazy” you said laughing but you heard nothing but silence from eren, he looked uncomfortable then glancing down a bit you could tell why. he was so hard that you could see him throbbing thru his pants.

“come here, let me help you” you say pushing his shoulders down till his head in laying on the arm of the couch. crawling on top of him you leaning down catching his lips once again, tasting yourself. this time the kiss was hungry. like two wild animals fighting over who was superior. you grind your hips against his clothed cock hissing at the overstimulation from cumming not too long ago.

his hands raising up under your shirt giving your nipples a couple rolls of his thumb. hiding your face in his neck, sucking here and there unknowingly leaving marks that you knew he’d get upset about later.

“do you mind?” you say playing with the zipper of his pants. he gives you a nod of consent before you’re pulling down his pants along with his boxers. it springs up as you stare at the size of his intimidatingly large cock.

“you like what you see” jokingly punching his chest you come back up so your pussy is alined with his cock, he motions you to sit up a bit and he angles the tip so it’s at your entrance, sliding down a bit it was already a huge stretch but you were determined to make it fit. both of you hissing in sync till it was fully in.

“it’s so tight” he moans grabbing your hips to slide you up and back down, slowly to not hurt you. the stretch felt so good you began to move on your own craving more of him. groans could be heard from both of you just enjoying the moment and the feeliing of being connected.

“oh im gonna cum” you whispered in his ear “im so close” you keep rocking up and down till his strong hands flip you both over so he’s on top, putting you in mating press.

“i’m close too, cum with me baby” his words thick like honey dripping its way into your ear. you pussy clenching hard trying to get that last bit of stimulation to tip over the edge.

knowing just what to do his hand snakes between you both to place a thumb on your clit. that’s exactly what you neeed before you’re moaning his name and squirming trying to get away as gush around his cock.

“you gonna let me cum in you ?” he’s panting hard but he can’t seem to focus on anything besides cumming your tight pussy.

“cum in me please” the neediness in you voice is all it takes for his hips to come to a halt as he’s pumping you full. you can feel his heart beating as he slumps down on your chest. the same awkwardness from before filling the air as you both come to your senses.

awkwardly get up putting your clothes back on, not saying a word to each other. you head to the bathroom to pee and return, sitting back on the couch packing another bowl and handing it to him. he takes a long hit. resulting in him coughing, he hands it back to you.

“guess valentine’s day wasn’t so boring this year” he manages the get out between coughs. slumping back on the couch looking at the tv watching whatever was playing.

“definitely wasn’t expecting this” your own joke making you laugh, catching his attention. eyes now on you. the silence was deadly but you didn’t have anything to say.

“i like you” he says quietly not sure if you heard him but he knows you did when he notices your face begin to burn firetruck red.

“when did you come to that conclusion?” interested in what he was gonna say because you’re sure it was an in the moment confession nothing he was feeling before today.

“ever since the first time i sold to you, you were beautiful and i never knew how to make the first move until today” your mouth hangs open because never in a million years would you have thought that the guy you despised had completely opposite feelings.

“i had no idea”

“i figured” he takes another hit from your bong before getting up grabbing his things and heading for the door “uh i gotta go, just hit me up next time you need anything”

“wait” you walk over to him, body moving for you confused as to why you got up before blurting out something you couldn’t take back.

“i like you too” coming to the conclusion that those were you feelings all along, not hatred or anger but love.

he smiles at you before leaning in to give you one last finally kiss before heading out the door.

#eren yeager smut #smut #aot #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger smut #tsumhal #aot smut #armin aot #aot x reader #eren smut #attack on titan smut

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satoruhour · 8 months

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do you have any headcannons for gojo comforting reader when they start their period? (If i already sent this ask, ignore the first one! i couldnt remember if i asked this already or not)

a/n: hi darlaaa thank you for waiting teehee i love the gojo asks you’re giving me / i tried to keep it as general as possible even tho i only use pads! gn!reader, a little brief n*sfw at the end

i think we have all established that gojo is actually like . crazy in love with you and because of that he hates that you’re hurting so much bc of it :(

gojo likes to be at your command (even on normal days but) so he’s noting down every small thing you mention

“a tub of ice cream would sound so good rn…” or “think im running out of heat pads”

and he’s on his feet instantly. when youre sick or on your period he just declares it an off day, or at least on the first day when it’s the most painful

doesn’t really care about blood since he’s seen his fair share but he sometimes panics if your period comes during the night and he sees that the sheets are red

gojo lightly turns you over and sees that it’s coming from your centre and breathes a sigh of relief bc he’s had one too many nightmares about you getting bloodied and torn to shreds by a curse and he’s too late to save you

anyway. enough of the dark stuff, you freak out the first time you stay over and your period comes (the timing is so shit truly) bc his sheets are so expensive and you just “oh my god i just ruined my chance w this beautiful man”

but gojo doesn’t bat an eye, rather jumps up to comfort you, rubbing a soothing hand over you before you head over to the bathroom to clean up

a bit of blood got on him tho, thru cuddling and gojo makes a joke about how you’re “marking” him and you just roll your eyes and shove him away with a smile lol

he gives you everything you need to clean up most of the time and lets you do your thing

doesn’t let you change the sheets w/ him and rather makes you sit down to watch him, as with other things

changing the channel? gojo is there to do it. u want another snack from the pantry? he’s teleporting that short distance in his house because he doesn’t want you to feel that disgusting rush of blood whenever you stand up. hes so dramatic i swear

has made pms jokes before but he’s changed and he’s a better man now fr. gojo has gotten a lecture from utahime and then didnt take it seriously and then REALLY got told off by shoko after 💀

now whenever you’re moody he just shuts up and comforts you quietly <3

gojo willingly straps on those devices that mimic period cramps and then just when he wants to boast, you turn on the device to the highest setting (he told u to give him ur all) and he SCREAMS the most high pitched shriek ever it’s hilarious

tricks yuji into trying it out and poor yuji gullibly smiles even when gojo hasnt explained what it’s for and the way yuji grits his teeth omfg. you swear you hear sukuna ask gojo to never fuckin do that again

never disrespects you again

reluctantly gives you his sweet things 😭 he gets a little sad when he returns from a mission and his cheesecake is gone and you’re just sitting in front of the tv going “what?” LMFAOOO

he loves you too much however and lets you do whatever!

praises you even MORE during this time it’s kinda adorbs lol — “oh! you worked out on your period, love that for you, darling!!!!”

“my baby stood up from the couch! yaayyy!!!” he’s so annoyingly cute bye

learns so much about your favourite pad and tampon brands but also has that first time funny moment where he calls you and says “babe what size pussy you have?” and 😭😭

memorises the lengths/thickness and different uses but sometimes he still buys the wrong thing (it’s ok he’s cute enough that u forgive him)

has the biggest gasp when he finds out some brands put in chemicals to make ppl w/ vaginas bleed more so they buy more sanitary products

is fully motivated to go to the offices to protest 😭😭😭

buys SO MANY packets of sanitary products and just makes the excuse of “i’m rich“ and “doesn’t hurt to have more of it in case you run out”

you gesture incredulously, “yeah but not TWENTY PACKETS????? ARE YOU INSANE?”

your sweet boyfriend is just worried for you

gives the higher-ups shit cause they make you go on a mission while on your period and it’s so disgusting to exercise, much less exorcise and run around on a mission and tells them he’ll take it instead.

gojo doesn’t tell you he did tho, just comes home a little later than usual to find u already asleep

would love to make u soup but we’ve also established he sucks in the kitchen so … he just buys you those soup packets from the soup spoon and tells you he made it himself

you believe him once. and then the next day u catch an email notifying him more packets of soup is coming the next morning 💀

you two ended up eating soup for the next few days

tells you about his missions or days if you don’t want to say or do anything. he can talk your ear off for hours and you’re glad for that but sometimes you slip in little hums or nods and he can’t help but smile hehe

gojo rubs his hand on your tummy and womb when it hurts :( it’s endearing :((

sometimes also asks you if you’d like it on your core if it hurts, and his hand cupping your cunt feels nice at times.

also wiggles his eyebrows too much asking if you need his help to cum or something bc he heard it calms cramps LOL

suggests helping you to rub one out if you want but really it all depends on you if you want it <3

all in all a very sweet guy to be around and sometimes you have to tell him to quiet down cause he’s a little too hyper but he takes care of you extensively :3 you’re his baby !!!!

#satoruhour's mutuals #asks #sukunaphilia #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk drabbles #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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jinnieblue · 6 months

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swinging through — peter parker *TEASER*

summary: her whole teen life had revolved around her dorky next-door neighbor, Peter Parker but that was five years ago, now, at twenty, she’s got her eyes set on a new bo—no, man; Spider-Man.

warning: minor age gap (three years), suggestive themes (reader likes the mask), mentions of blood/injuries, angst with a happy ending, not actually unrequited love, fem pronouns used, nicknames used instead of y/n, kinda sarcastic!reader,

theme song: another soul-mico

teaser wc: 300

a/n: it’s my first time posting on here in years, but i had to contribute to the small amount of insomniac spiderman fics (i need more). this will probably be a 2-3 part series, please be patient! I’ll post the first part soon but here is a small teaser! reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated! can be imagined as any peter but im writing with video game peter in mind so minor spoiler warning if you haven’t played any of the games? some spelling mistakes

Out of eight million people who lived in New York, of course, only this would happen to her.

Being held hostage in a crappy store with two other people, that is.

All she had wanted to do was get a bag of cat litter, due to running out the night before but here she is, sitting down in a mystery liquid she’d rather not be in, and with the cow villain(she cannot get over the cow ears he was wearing) pacing back and forth in front of her.

“Uhm, if you let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone. Pinky promise!” she had held a pinky up from her now-freed hands. It had been easier to untie herself due to the crappy knot they did.

“Didn't I tie your ha—never mind! No, he's on his way already and then I’ll extricate revenge!” The cow villain exclaims.

Who was on their way? Was it one of the Avengers, or Fantastic Four? Or was it Spider-Man?

In all honesty, she was getting kind of excited, of all of the heroes in New York, she had never encountered him.

She had lived in Harlem for the past three years and had only seen him swing by her window.

“Revenge for what exactly? Also, what is your name? I just keep calling you cow villain in my mind.”

“No one has ever asked for my name,” the villain seemed to tear up a bit before continuing,” it’s Cow-Median.”

She tried to choke back her laugh.

“Sorry.” She cleared her throat.

“No worries, you’re fine!” Cow-Median smiles and then becomes serious.

“And for revenge,” Cow-Median paused for a dramatic effect, “well, it’s because he’s obviously a meat eater!”

…

What?

That’s when the red and blue hero burst into the store where she was being held hostage.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #insomniac spider man #insomniac peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #peter parker x y/n #ps4!Peter Parker x reader #spider man 2 ps5 #ps5!peter parker x reader #spiderman remastered #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #coming soon #teaser

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wisterialagoon · 2 months

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Heey I saw a post you made a while ago asking us to send you requests for Joker from windbreaker and im so happy that there is sb to write about him so can you write how him and the reader meet and then fast forward to how their relationship goes (preferably sfw)

Thank youuu for the request! Sorry this took forever, I've been busy lately!

Dating Joker Headcanons

Warnings: None, just fluff, reader owns a cafe!

I think Joker probably wouldn't date someone that runs in the same circles as him, he doesn't need someone else like that in his life and especially around his brothers.

You probably meet somewhere like a cafe. Just picture it, you've worked so hard to open your own cafe, pouring your heart and soul into it.

You have this regular customer, Hajun, he's real quiet and scary looking, but whenever he comes in he's just soooo polite and soft-spoken, you become quickly smitten!

One day, just before closing he stumbles in all bloody and bruised. In a panic you rush over to him scrambling to sit him down. He just grumbles out that he's fine, he just needs a coffee.

Obviously you're not having any of that! shushing him as you run to get your first aid kit. You patch him up and send him off with his coffee and a free cookie.

He insists on helping clean the little droplets of blood he tracked in but you refuse and tell him he can pay you back if he buys you a drink sometime. After that you two hit it off and the rest is history.

"For the love of GOD, if you touch the cookie dough again I'm going to beat your ass into the ground, Hajun, I swear!" you yell, slapping your boyfriends hand away, once again.

"I'd love to see you try, plus, you made plenty," he chuckles, reaching for the cookie dough again.

You swifly grab the bowl and run to the opposite side of the kitchen island, glaring at him. "I made plenty to bake and sell! This is my livelihood, If you eat all the dough then I'll have nothing to sell. I'll have to close the cafe and live on the streets. I'll have to find a cardboard box to sleep in!" you ramble, pacing around the kitchen like a mad woman.

Hajun just watches you with a quirked brow, "If ya want I can grab a box on the way outta work tomorrow, think I saw some boxes in the storage cupboard in the club," he smirks.

Your mouth gapes open as you stare at your boyfriend. "How COULD you? You'd let the love of your life, adorable, sweet, lovely girlfriend, live in a cardboard box?!"

"Oh sure, I'll leave the box outside my place and I'll come to feed ya every now and again." Hajun gives you a mischievous grin.

You slam the bowl of cookie dough down on the counter dramatically, "oh I'm SO breaking up with you!" you exclaim, flopping the top half of your body over the counter.

"Mhm, sure, I bet you are," Hajun teases as he walks around to you, planting a soft kiss to your head and walking away.

When you stand back up pouting, you notice a significant chunk of the cookie dough missing.

"Oh I'm gonna kill him."

#windbreaker joker x reader #Hajun windbreaker #Joker windbreaker #windbreaker x reader #Windbreaker #Jay jo #Vinny hong #Wooin #Sabbath crew #Sangho choi

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notdysfunk · 3 months

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Inverse Teleporter Horrors : Lethal Company Comic

CW : A LITTLE BLOOD, IMPLIED DEATH (under break)

Phew! This took a couple days, but I had this idea of a rlly spooky comic showing a dramatic retelling of an incident we had during a goofy run of Lethal Company

Featuring: Myself (Dys, one stuck behind the door) Ender (One with crown/diamond motifs) Muffin (One with hooves) and Sunny (Chairman, one with jester hat)

btw im so sorry if my handwriting is unreadable LOL,,,

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minhosimthings · 3 months

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A La Folie ft. Jay

Synopsis: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.

Pairings: King!Jay × healer!fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, no smut (yet hehe), mentions of blood, violence, domestic abuse, mentions of cheating, mistresses (don't read it if you can't handle it), mentions of food, Jay has a REALLY tragic past sorry bout that, reader is an orphan, also this is really dramatic IM SORRY I CANT NOT WRITE DRAMA, open ending oohh

A/N: EYYY MR JAY PARK WOOHOO Ngl I was so excited to write this but the exams and all made this kinda difficult to write so if anyone has been waiting for this I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. Also yes this wil be in three parts yay. @yunabi436 this is for you baby 😽

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

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"And from Aphrodite's rotten lovesick blood did the white flowers turn into a darker shade of red, eternally forming the flower of love."

Aphrodite and the hunter Adonis' tale had been one of boars, blood, lust and love.

For the young king of the iron-kingdom of Vadronia (rightly given its moniker), the only thing he cared about in all of those four things were the boars and the blood.

Jay Park's kingdom wasn't the strongest in all of Paradoxica just in a penny's wish and a flick of a tail feather. It was quote unquote 'molten from iron itself' as all its rulers were.

From all of his brothers, Jay was probably the one who took his duties as a warrior seriously.

Well, a bit too seriously, according to the said brothers.

"Jay would you please stop running so fast?" Sunghoon panted, putting his hands on his knees and breathing heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his hair and skin.

The mud track was always the hardest one to trench upon, and with Jay on your trail? It was hell. Atleast that's what Jake and Sunghoon described it as.

"Are you going to be saying that when you're running from enemy horses?" Jay turned back and glared at Sunghoon, the light autumn breeze giving him peace as it whipped his hair around.

"For God's sake Jay, no one is going to invade us now." Heeseung walked into the scene, with much less sweatier clothes and an arrow clutched in his hand, indicating he had come back from his target practice, "Give the poor guys a break."

"Yes please give us a break I'll go down on my knees." Jake was close to collapsing on the floor, his hand desperately clutching onto the nearby flag pole for support.

"You'd go down on your knees for your best friend." Jay scoffed, throwing his head back to shake the sweat out of his hair follicles, because as glorious as they were, the stray strands still annoyed him, "And you." He turned towards Heeseung, who, even though was much taller than Jay, now looked like a dwarf in front of Jay's broad figure, "How many times do I have to remind you to come for practice?"

"It's not my fault." Heeseung jut out his bottom lip, he always loved acting cute in front of Jay even if he was older, "Little princess back at home has been spying on me. And not gonna lie, I am extremely aroused."

"Why did I even ask?" Jay rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms, the bright burning sun reflecting in his eyes like the moonshine he loved so much, which he drank by the fireplace as he penned down poetry he could show to no one.

"So Jayyyy" Sunghoon dragged his words out, "Felt any sparks lately?"

"Ask that question again and you'll be running twenty laps round this track." Jay promptly replied, cleaning his face with the lavender-smelling towel the nearby servant handed to him. He always loved the lavender scented things, it reminded him of the springs with his mother, oh how she would tease him with tiny flowers in his hair, and the clink of her ruby created dagger in her belt. The dagger lay soulless now, sitting in a secretive place in Jay's room, as he stared at it and remembered that moment again and again. His bastard father, no matter how many times Jay had cursed him, he still couldn't get it out of his mind.

His mother, his compassionate, kind mother, didn't deserve to bleed out from his father's turn of blade.

And no matter how many potions he took, the smell of the blood filled ballroom still lingered in his nose at night, when he would jolt awake in cold sweat, wanting to cling onto his mother, but then he'd remember that he wasn't eight anymore, she was gone.

"Jay you're my brother and I really respect you a lot." Heeseung started, sitting Jay down on the oak bench, while Jake and Sunghoon quietly sneaked out, running for their lives back to their horses, "But you've got to find someone to love in your life, you've got to get over your fear."

"Weren't you the one who was complaining about love to Jake and I a few days ago?" Jay raised a magnificently trimmed brow, to which Heeseung chuckled.

"Yep but then I fell into that rabbit hole and I seem to like it, a bit too much perhaps." Heeseung stared into the distance, instantly losing his dramatic moment as the setting sun hit his pupils.

"Yeah, someday when I'm older maybe." Jay fiddled with his fingers, he never could keep them still, "But for now, I wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me on a hunt tomorrow?"

"A hunt?" Heeseung quizzed, lifting himself with much difficulty off of the bench, bow in hand, "You haven't invited me to a hunt in ages."

"Necessity is the mother of invention." Jay got up as well, scented towel still in hand, "And in this case it's that wild boar our men have been hunting since last month, been terrorizing the border between Tarnow and Vadronia now. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet."

"Consider me blinded by love." Heeseung threw a flirtatious wink at Jay, who visibly gagged, "I'll be there."

"I'll be waiting."

"No no no, Jay, we, under no circumstances, apply essence of Hibiscus to a water snake's venom." A lady with greying hair sighed, bending over a wooden cup, while a sturdy, black haired man gulped heavily and stared nervously at the herbs in his hand.

Jay was never very successful in his healing classes, and under the strict gaze of his teacher, old Mrs.Chun, he was far away from catching the train of success.

"I don't get it." Jay frowned like a child, setting the hibiscus flower down on the table filled with healing equipments of all kind, "Wasn't the essence of Hibiscus supposed to combat this snake's venom?"

The old lady sighed again and rolled her eyes, snatching the hibiscus from the table and setting it into a basket full of the bright red flowers. With her other hand, she picked up a wicker work basket of lavender and lifted it up to Jay.

"Lavender. I said lavender remember?" She smiled up at Jay like an encouraging teacher, "Lavender for the wounds which make a man turn purple, and hibiscus for the blood drops."

Jay mumbled the rule under his mouth before pressing the lavender petals to the venom splanched across the bown om front of him. The purplish colour immediately turned a healing shade of dark yellow, satisfying Jay and letting out a sigh of relief from the old lady.

"Just some more practice and patience and you'll be a good healer in no time." Mrs. Chun patted Jay's arm sympathetically.

"But why do I even need to be a healer?" Jay asked curiously, putting the box of potions up on the shelf where they belonged, "I'm already a warrior."

"Every great warrior needs to know how to tend to his own wounds." The old lady smiled, looking curiously at a green flask, "I made a vow to your mother to never let you fail in this subject."

Jay smiled fondly at the thought of his mother spending her hours in the infirmary along with Mrs. Chun. Mrs. Chun herself was like his mother figure, providing him the hugs his 14 year old self needed so bad years ago.

"And remember Jay!" Mrs. Chun called out just as Jay was about to leave the room, "I won't be here for the entirety of next month."

"But then who's going to look after the infirmary?" Jay turned back and raised a quizzical brow at Mrs.Chun, who smiled gently.

"My apprentice will." She promptly replied, "She's a nice girl, I told her all about your predicament of failing at healing." Jay let out a chuckle at Mrs.Chun's joke, "She'll take your classes alright?"

"Don't miss me too much Mrs.Chun!" Jay laughed, "I'm your favourite remember?"

Mrs.Chun laughed heartily to herself. Oh that boy, she thought, still a bit at heart even if he was a man to the world.

Only a bit of love perhaps, can truly lead him to show this side of him to the world.

Jay sighed heavily as he plopped down on his armchair, the most comfortable one by the fire.

Love, he scoffed, what a stupid, dangerous thing.

He believed his father to love his mother, he believed his mother to love his father even as he went out every night to quote unquote 'find himself'. Mistresses were awful buisness, and no Queen had ever objected her king having one. But of course, his mother had to object, she had to be different. She had to storm in to her husband and his lover and confront them. And his father, fire-filled man he was, had to strike a blade through her belly, making her bleed out in 14 year old Jay's arms.

And of course, Jay, blinded by his rage, had to strike his father back, skilled as his father was, Jay was more fleet footed, and in the blink of an eye, his father and his father's new toy were lying in cold blood on the floor, as Jay sobbed, clutching his mother's body, dead as a fish out of the ocean.

And his brothers had noticed, they had always noticed how Jay was never the same from that day. From the happy boy who loved to write stories and poetry and who hated to even step foot in the training yard, Jay became the mercenary king, ready with his sword clutched in hand, and his poems long forgotten to silence and withering darkness.

But it wasn't to say that Jay was a ruthless ruler, he chose not to take that path, especially not after half the kingdom starved under the rule of his father. It wouldn't have been a lie to say he was the kindest one in all of Paradoxica, except he didn't really show it in the way he spoke or acted, but by the way he controlled the administration and whatnot of the kingdom. This kept his busy, seldom leaving time for any other activities, much to the disappointment of his brothers, especially Heeseung, who had always been the closest to him, who had known what he was truly like, deep inside.

Clutching his eagle feather quill, one of his most dearest ones, Jay dipped the tip into his ink pot, letting the excess ink dry off before pressing it to his leather bound diary.

When he wrote the feelings he couldn't ever say out loud onto the softwood paper, Jay felt a sort of contentment, he had always been a clandestine philophile, so to write his proses on the idea of love, death and misery, was to create a beautiful choreography on his mindset.

Alas, if there was only someone he could show them to, someone who would understand what Jay meant in the lines, even with his messy loopy calligraphy, that would have been a dream truly come true.

But how could a man who wrote poems to challenge the angels of love themselves, ever find love?

But I am a mere narrator, what would I know?

And sometimes, just sometimes, Cupid lurked in the ballrooms of dancing princes and in the dark inkpots of oxymoronic kings.

"I have no idea what's happening, but I'm happy to be here." Sunghoon's beautiful Clydesdale horse pranced around on the grass, as energetic and as similar a persona as her owner.

"Would you tell her to calm down?" Heeseung's own chestnut's hooves guided him towards Sunghoon, "She needs the energy for the hunt." Heeseung easily managed to calm the mare down by scratching behind her eyes, to which Sunghoon drooped since he had been enjoying the prancing around a bit too much.

"Why are we going on a hunt again?" Jake adjusted his saddle, making sure he was buckled in properly to his Fox Trotter horse, "Aren't we above killing animals now?"

"Your best friend tell you that?" The clip clopping of Jay's magnificent Dutch Warmblood sent all of the soldiers to silence, "And if the animal is a wild boar, no we aren't above that."

"Whatever you say, oh great King." Sunghoon snickered, as he did a sort of bow on his horse, making everyone laugh.

"Oh shut up." Jay rolled his eyes, clutching onto his horse's hair, and leaning into his usual stance, "Come on now, don't want to keep a beauty waiting do we?" And with the mighty neigh of his horse, he rode off into the forest, followed by Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon, who followed with dramatic sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if he just wants to live in an adventure book and say cringey lines all the time." Sunghoon jested, making the others laugh.

"Where on earth is Sunoo?" Jay shouted out, completely ignoring the statement made about him, as the rest of the three managed to catch up to his horse's pace.

"Probably tending to his vineyard." The wind whipped Jake's hair around, "God knows if he'd ever accept coming to a hunt with us."

"Maybe a grape hunt-"

"Shh!"

Jay's action of stopping his horse, and shushing everyone startled the others, and as the clopping of hooves quietened down, they understood why Jay had stopped so abruptly.

The rustling of the nearby begonia bushes, combined with the noises of an animal which sounded extremely similar to a wild boar, alerted them, as they drew out their swords, daggers and metal tipped arrows, all from treasure chest of Vadronia's amazing metalwork, aiming them at the begonia bushes, as Jay held up his closed fist to give the command.

"Come on out." Jay whispered to no one in particular but himself, as the begonia bushes began shaking more rapidly and the sounds of an animal's footsteps came nearer.

"Hey maybe we should-" Heeseung bagan quietly to Jay, but was interrupted by the ripping of the begonias into shreds.

And there it was, what Jay had been waiting for.

A big wild boar in its full magnificence.

Ivory tusks in full gleam, swathes of brown fur all over its damaged skin, with wounds from previous hints. A ture display of its strength, Jay thought, it wanted to intimidate them, as if to say 'see how many people haven't defeated me yet, why do you think you stand a chance?'.

"Steady now, Lady." Jay patted his horse, which was ever so graciously named Lady, although the mare's personality in battle was far away from a lady's. Jay always preferred mares to horses, he though they were more faster and agile, while horses used their brute strength. And he had a hatred from brute strength. It was what got her killed after all.....

"Jake look out!" Heeseung cried out, snapping Jay out of his daze of staring into the boar's eyes. Of all the animals of the world, he hated this one the most, he hated the way his father loved to hunt them, and how he'd come home from hunts everyday drenched in blood with a boar skull im his hands, from which his mother would recoil from, what with her hatred of the smell of iron.

Hatred, that's all that was there in Jay's life. And that's all there will be.

"Jay, we have to get back come on!" Sunghoon cried, his horse already galloping away. The boar was far too big for them to contain. "Jay?" Heeseung peered back, "Jay no!"

But the sturdy built man's ears heeded no warning as he stepped along to the boar, his sword clutched tightly in hand, the carving of his name in the metal shining bright, as if to warn the spirit of the forest that he has arrived.

"Hyung what's happe-" Jake and Sunghoon's horses had turned back to see why the eldest wasn't coming, only to see Jay stabbing at the boar, while Heeseung tried to get Lady, who was close to prancing away into the depths of the forest.

"Help me would ya!" Heeseung cried, flinging his rope around Lady's magnificent neck, to which Sunghoon and Jake came quick and flung their own ropes, "One of you help Jay!"

"I'll go!" Sunghoon's horse galloped towards Jay, but to his shock, he saw that the boar was already lying, its movements still, and Jay standing drenched in blood.

It was dead.

Jay's sword was decorated with ribbons of maroon.

"Jay what the..." Sunghoon began, but he could find no words. The boar had been big, two times the size and strength of any ordinary man, and now it was kneeling at Jay's command, kneeling dead and cold as a fish.

"It's dead." Jay growled, his breathing too heavy, and his hand clutching a particularly dark spot on his stomach, as Heeseung and Jake came to the scene, having calmed Lady down, "The tusk...."

"The tusk? What about the- Jay!" Heeseung cried, before jumping off his horse and quickly moving towards Jay's graceful falling figure.

The last thing Jay felt was the feeling of wet grass underneath his head, Heeseung's hand over his wrist, and the familiar scent of feminine lavender pressing over him before everything went dark as he had always wished for it to be.

Jay never cared much about his injuries. No matter how big or small they were, no matter if it was a paper cut to the thumb or an arrow head to the shoulder, he would simply say "Injuries happen, it's a part of life" and move on. Which proved to be a source of annoyance for his brothers, especially Jake, who had an eye for healing.

But Jay was a firm believer in the notion that twenty four hours a day simply wasn't enough. He wanted more, he craved for more, more time, more work. Although he wouldn't admit it, everyone was in unison with the fact that he was Paradoxica's biggest workaholic.

And when it came back to the topic of injuries, Jay would still keep working, whether or not he was stuck in bed, because Heeseung had forced him to stay there.

Heeseung remembered Jay's younger days. How Jay would whine and do nothing if he got even the tiniest splinter in his finger. How he would beg for a day off from studies if he merely stubbed his tie against the kitchen ladder while sneaking out to steal pastries. But the horrible incident had changed every aspect of Jay, and now, he wouldn't stop working if every limb in his body was broken.

"All for the good of the people" he reasoned.

Usually Mrs.Chun had taken care of him, scolded him too many times about taking rests whenever he'd come back from battles or fights with blood flowing out his nose. But even then he didn't care. So the vision of waking up to Mrs.Chun's berry scent was a norm for him whenever he'd get injured.

But now, the room wasn't berry scented, and nor was Mrs. Chun sitting in the corner, waiting for him to wake up.

A girl?

A girl, wearing Mrs.Chun's apron, had her head rested against his table, her eyes fluttered close.

Were his eyes tricking him or did Mrs.Chun suddenly become thirty years younger?

Feeling something heavy on his waist, Jay tried to lift his head from his pillow, letting out a guttural groan as he did. God what was hurting him so much? He could feel something hurting at his stomach.

"Your Majesty, lie back down." He heard someone say, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl bending over him, forcing him to lie back down on the bed.

Jay stared at her for a few moments, trying to remember who she is before the candle went off in his mind.

The apprentice.

You were Mrs.Chun's apprentice.

"Are you Mrs.Chun's apprentice?" Jay groaned, feeling his head throb and his fingers were aching too.

You nodded promptly, before pushing Jay gently back onto the bed as he tried to get back.

"I'm sorry to inform you, Your Majesty, but you aren't getting up for another two weeks. You were stabbed by a wild boar's tusk." You stated firmly, shocking Jay at how casually you had addressed him, "His Highness Heeseung told me to handcuff you to the bed if you even try to move."

"Handcuff me?" Jay chuckled, moving his body slightly to lessen the pressure on his legs, "Where are you even going to get-"

Jay's sentence was cut off abruptly as your hands pulled out a pair of heavy metal from a secret pocket in the olive green dress you were wearing, and held it in front of Jay, effectively silencing him.

"I'm sorry if that was rude, but you are my patient, Your Majesty.." Your mouth let out a chuckle, sending a weird sensation into Jay's stomach, which he had never felt before, "So, I will do anything and everything in order to make you rest."

"So what may I address you by, My lady?" Jay quizzed you, his head now no longer throbbing for some reason. He studied your features for a while, he thought your eyes were pretty, decorated by a thin lining of kohl. Your figure was pretty too, wrapped in the striking colour of the dress you were in, combined with the beautifully familiar way you wore your hair.

"Definetly not by 'My lady'." You chuckled, picking up your dress, and sinking into a curtsy, "Y/N, you may call me Y/N, Your Majesty."

"Pretty name." Jay complemented, watching you stand up straight from your curtsy and smile impishly at him.

"You've got to take your medicine now." You reached into your apron's pocket and pulled a big vial, which was filled with a bubbling, golden liquid, "Now, according to Mrs.Chun, tricks by pretty people often work on you."

"Pretty people?" Jay scoffed childishly, thinking about whether or not he thought Heeseung was pretty, as you measured out the liquid into a cup, "Mrs.Chun needs to have a check for up there. And do you really think you're pretty?"

You strode towards him with the cup in your hand, and smiled widely. "Well, pardon me Your Majesty, but from the way you were staring at me five minutes ago, yes. I do think I'm pretty."

"Don't get your ego up." Jay warned, taking the cup from you, letting his mind linger for a few minutes on how your delicate fingers brushed his scarred ones softly, "Your parents mus'nt have taught you manners did they?"

"Well, firstly, I don't have parents." You smiled, "And secondly I need to check your bandages, they seem to be bleeding again."

So that was what the pain radiating from his stomach was, Jay thought, as he looked down to see his bandages streaked a darker shade of red. He quickly gulped down the golden liquid in the cup, a visibly disgusted expression forming on his face at how bitter it was, and looked up at you, with widened eyes.

"So...?" He said, expectantly, seeing you fumble with some clean cloth, another vial of what looked like cream, and a safety pin.

"Tell me where it hurts when I change them alright?" You said gently, making his lay down on the bed again, "and uh..."

"What?" Jay questioned, seeing your eyes linger at his wound or more specifically, his ab muscles, "Oh you can touch them it's fine."

"Oh. Oh yeah alright." You said, feeling your face heat up slightly. Bandaging him when he was still unconscious was easier than this, when he was awake. God his stare was so attractive to you, even now, as you gently touched his bandages, replacing them with cleaner cloth, you tried hard not to brush your fingers against his abs.

"Enjoying the view?" Jay asked, a cockish sneer to his voice. "There's a view to enjoy Your Majesty?" You fired back, although you most certainly were enjoying staring at him.

"You're an interesting one." Jay said, trying to make small talk as you lightly pressed against the smaller wounds with the cream, "Y/N wasn't it?"

"Yep." You said with a pop of your lips, finishing wrapping his wounds with a slight tap to check if they were secure, "And please do stay in bed and don't work. If you need anything, I'm right outside. His highness Heeseung has told me to rest in the chambers opposite yours."

The chambers opposite to his, his parents' chambers. God did Jay hate that room, all big and filled with skulls from hunts.

"If you want to you can go home, I can manage on myself." Jay said, his eyes set on yours. Why was it so hard to maintain eye contact with you?

"I know how that idea works." You smiled again, bringing that weird sensation back into Jay's stomach, "I'll go and then you'll order someone to bring you your work, so His Highness Heeseung specifically asked me not to leave. I guess you're stuck with me Your Majesty." You curtsied to finish off the impression.

"Jay." He spoke again, to your confusion, which made him stifle a chuckle, "Please, call me Jay."

"Jay." You smiled to yourself, "Well, ring that bell if you need anything."

As you left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, Jay had the sudden urge to kick his feet in the air. The room was filled with lavender scent, your lavender scent to be specific, and it gave Jay a sense of calm, which in turn reduced the pain radiating from his stab wound.

Well this would be an interesting two weeks.

"Your Majesty what on Earth are you doing?"

Jay froze in his position at hearing a stern voice. Your stern voice, to be precise.

"Resting?" He said, trying to hide his cheeky smile, as he slowly backed away from his table. Rolling your eyes, you quickly got him back to the bed, worried that his bandages will open back again. But the only thing Jay was worried about was that his work wasn't getting completed.

"How about this?" You asked, as you finally managed to wrestle him back to the bed, "I'll do the work for you, if you agree to rest. It's in that diary right?"

"I can't let you do that." Jay grumbled, reaching for your arm, as you hurried to get to the diary on his table. The cold touch of his hand on your warmer skin made you flinch heavily, which in turn made Jay pull his hand away.

"I'm sorry." Jay quickly apologised, as you rubbed your arm, "I- That's my private diary, I don't really allow people to see it."

"Oh, my apologies then." You curtsied, still rubbing your arm, feeling extremely cold for some reason, even if the warm daylight was coming into the room through the window, "Your Majesty-"

"Jay." He corrected, shooting you the tiniest fragment of a smile.

"Jay." You said again, this time feeling more at ease, "You've got to rest, I'm begging you. Those bandages won't magically heal you until you rest. If there's anything I can do to get you to rest, I'll do it."

Jay's ears weren't actually listening to anything. His mind was too distracted again, by your scent. God damn his strong sense of smell, but you smelled like memories he wanted to forget.

"Tell me what perfume you use and then I won't work." Jay looked up at you with a cheeky smile. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable to show you his smile, which he didn't often feel with the ladies in their paraffin socks.

"I- that's a peculiar question." You said, not knowing what to feel aboutthe actual King asking you about your perfume.

"I swear on my own grave that I will rest if the great healer Y/N tells me her perfume." Jay recited, keeping his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

"It's the lavender one we get in the town square from Marcella's." You raised your chin up high, "Now would you rest?"

"Hmmm let me think." Jay dramatically sighed, "No."

"Your Majesty, I will beg." You breathed desperately, "I will seriously-"

"Your collarbone." Jay interrupted, his attention diverting from your eyes to your shoulder, "There's something on your collarbone."

Jay took note of the way your eyes flickered quickly and worriedly to your collarbone, and how you rushed to pull the sleeve of your dress up to cover it, clearing your throat afterwards to clear the awkward air.

"Are you-"

"Your Majesty, I admire the way you hold so much strivance for your work but you really must rest if you wish to keep working for the rest of your life."

The atmosphere of the room had a drastic change, Jay could feel it, as you quickly curtsied, said a quick "excuse me" and hurried off towards the exit.

That wasn't a stain or a birth mark on your shoulder Jay knew it, as he leant back comfortably, and decided to follow your advice for a while.

He'd seen dark marks like that on someone he once knew and loved.

And something in him asked him not to rest (unless it was pretending for you) until he figured out where that bruise the size of a man's hand, came from.

Part 2 coming soon....

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stardustloserdoll · 3 months

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Hihi!!! All I can think about is Johnnie being a vampire 🙀 n I was hoping you could write something for that??

HII!! YESS

vamp johnnie

"i can feel you staring at my neck johnnie." i laughed looking up from my phone. "sorry, i'm just really hungry still. if only someone let me suck their blood.." he sighed dramatically lifting his head from my chest. "hm, i wonder who." he whined sitting up looking at me.

"im messing with you, you know i dont mind." i smiled setting my phone down. "are you sure?" i nodded my head, sitting on his lap. "not the first time you've done it." i said placing my hands on his cold cheeks. "okay." he mumbled, running his lips down my neck. "ready?" i nodded my head, placing my hands on his shoulders pulling him closer. his cold hands gripped my hips, feeling his fangs sink into my neck, feeling the blood drain from me.

i winced holding his shoulders tightly as she continued sucking the blood, making me slowly lightheaded. i closed my eyes feeling my body getting limp "stay with me y/n." johnnie mumbled against my neck, connecting his lips again. after some time he finally pulled away, wiping the blood away with his thumb. "sorry that took long, your blood tasted good. you with me y/n?" he laughed holding onto my cheeks. "mmh..its okay." i mumbled feeling johnnie run his fingers through my hair.

#johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert x reader

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snooyaki · 4 months

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𓂃 ⋆⑅˚₊ ICE FAIRY ❅

paring ୨୧ sunghoon x female reader genre ୨୧ fluff

warnings ୨୧ cussing, pressured hoon wc ୨୧ 1517

a/n: im not gna lie this isnt my best 😅 but i hope you all enjoy it either way ! LOL

SHE COULDN’T BELIEVE the words coming out of her teachers mouth. it was like everything had stopped around her, tuning out the world to only focus on the negative thoughts running through her mind.

“park sunghoon??? you want me to write the school paper on park sunghoon??”

y/n was not a fan of figure skating, that was a fact. sure it was an elegant and beautiful sport to watch, but she believed all figure skaters were stuck up narcissists. a controversial opinion, but true to her. never in her two years of being the head journalist for the school’s newspaper would she have thought of covering the sport she hated most.

hated all because of park sunghoon.

sunghoon was the talk of the town. y/n had to admit, he had the whole package. tall, freakishly good looking, excelled in all of his classes — but there was just one thing missing. a heart. just like his profession, sunghoon was cold, rude, and narcissistic in y/n’s eyes. god was she dreading this interview.

“oh come on y/n, having thee park sunghoon in the paper would be a hit!“ the teacher spoke, beaming with excitement. y/n couldn’t let her favourite teacher down with the look on the teachers face.

“i expect your piece to be done by thursday the latest.”

y/n’s eyes widened largely, jaw dropping at the new information that was given. “thursday..? but thursday is in like, three days!” the girl exclaimed, the panic soon beginning to rise.

tomorrow. you had to talk to the ice prince tomorrow? she wasn’t prepared. she didn’t have time to mentally prepare herself before facing satan himself. y/n was quite the dramatic.

“so you better get on it. good luck!”

y/n stood in the empty club room dumbstruck. sunghoon hated your guts. the both of you weren’t cut out to make this paper a success. but y/n had to try. this was her job. she wasn’t going to let a little ice fairy get in her way.

the girl took a deep breath in, nodding her head in determination with a light grin playing on her lips.

“you’ve got this.”

ೀ

‘you so dont got this.’ was all y/n could think as she stood in the cold rink, watching as the skaters danced across the ice with their pristine charisma. y/n could smell the snobbiness from a mile away.

the girl’s eyes scanned the ice in search of a particular boy, before here eyes had stopped. there he was, thee park sunghoon. thee ice prince of korea.

‘bullshit.’ was all that went through your head with an eye roll.

y/n watched carefully as sunghoon’s sharp eyes met hers, feeling her body immediately stiffen. sunghoon intimidated the hell out of her, but she would never admit that.

‘god … why does he have to be so good looking?’

sunghoon began making his way over to the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiousness. “l/n y/n …. i would have never thought to see you here.” the boy snickered, earning a scoff from the other.

sunghoon knew your hatred towards him and his sport. it amused him. he didn’t know why he found you quite amusing.

“lets just make this short, and simple, ice fairy.” y/n sternly spoke with a soft sigh in defeat heard in her tone, staring up into his eyes. his dark beautiful eyes— no. she needed to get a hold of herself.

y/n was snapped back into reality at the sudden head shake in protest for sunghoon, causing a scowl to quickly form over her face. “what is that supposed to mean?”

sunghoon chuckled to himself, gazing down at the ice before that smirk played on his lips. that stupid fangy smirk you hated, but loved so much.

sunghoon met your eyes once again, his expression only hardening. “you want to talk?” sunghoon questioned, cocking his head to the side in a teasing manner, confusing y/n. “i only talk on the ice.”

oh how park sunghoon made your blood boil.

“w-what?? sunghoon you cant be serious!” you shouted at the male, but it was too late. he was already skating backwards, deeper into the rink with a simple shrug as his response.

today was going to be a long day.

and that it was. of course y/n didn’t know how to skate. trying to keep up with sunghoon on the ice while focusing on the questions written down in her notepad was a challenge. especially when the figure skater refused to be cooperative. the voice recording only consisted of sunghoons devilish snickers followed by, “ow!”, “be serious!”, “fuck you sunghoon!”.

y/n couldn’t possibly see this was going in the right direction.

“do you ever feel like you’re missing out on a ‘normal’ high school experience? i mean because of your intense training schedule, you barely even—“

sunghoon stopped abruptly, letting out a harsh sigh as the white puff escaped from his lips. he was irritated. you could tell. the way his dark eyebrows crinkled in frustration as his fang poked at his bottom lip.

“are there any other questions?” sunghoon spat harshly, causing y/n to raise her eyebrow in surprise at the male’s sudden outburst. it took the girl by surprise, although on proved her point further on her opinion of figure skaters.

‘arrogant and annoying.’ she thought, a deep sigh coming from her as she scanned over the rest of her questions. “okay. how do you deal with the pressure of competitions, especially with so many eyes watching you—“

you were cut off again.

“im done with this interview.” sunghoon stated, as your eyes widened at his response.

“what?? but i didnt even get to finish my questions!” she exclaimed, attempting to chase after the boy on her skates only to fail miserably.

“youve got enough answers.” sunghoon coldly spoke over his shoulder, getting off of the ice before stomping away.

y/n’s eyes scanned sunghoons face, seeing the irritation and anger written all over her expression. she felt … bad?

maybe she went a little too far.

the next day at school was rough. y/n tried grabbing sunghoon’s attention all day, but he wouldn’t even look her way. in the hallway as she waved her hands like a crazy person, in the lunchroom where she shouted his name multiple times earning odd stares from the students around her, and right now, as she stood by his locker waiting for him to arrive.

y/n wanted to apologize. after she had replied the encounter in her mind over three hundred times last night, she could see why sunghoon had gotten so upset. her questions were provoking him. she hadn’t even realized she wrote them in a way that would purposely irritate him.

y/n gazed down at her feet as she leaned her back up against sunghoon’s locker. the girl nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, before hearing footsteps approaching. that was until two feet appeared in front of hers. y/n slowly trailed her gaze up the others tall figure, as her eyes landed on the face of the person she hated most. but this time, she was beginning to feel it was not so much.

“what do you want, y/n.” sunghoons tired voice sighed, as he ran a hand through his dark hair frustratedly.

you could see it now. everything. the incident opened your eyes to finally somewhat understand your most hated enemy. y/n could see the stress on sunghoons face. the difference between the expression on his face when he was on the ice, compared to off the ice was very noticeable to you now. you didnt know how to feel.

“i just…” y/n began, letting out a soft sigh in defeat. this was a lot harder than you expected. “i just wanted to apologize for yesterday … some of the questions were a bit too …”

“annoying?” sunghoon finished for you, gazing down at the girl with a piercing yet unreadable gaze, causing her to gulp. “well thats one way to put it…” y/n commented.

it took sunghoon a while to reply, his eyes scanning your worried expression. in all honesty, sunghoon was quite shocked at the sudden apology. he didnt expect it from you, especially it being from someone who claimed she hated him with all her heart. sunghoon only let out a chuckle in response, shaking his head as he took a step forwards.

y/n’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at their now close proximity, taking a step back only to feel herself hit his locker. what the hell was going on.

sunghoon kept his burning gaze on the girl, taking his time to lean down until he was eye level. sunghoon placed his hand up against the cool metal locker next to your head, his signature fangy smirk making an appearance.

you felt like you were about to go weak at the knees. y/n had never been this close to park sunghoon, ever. she couldnt help but feel her cheeks burn as she couldnt look anywhere else but his face.

all she saw was park sunghoon.

“write a good paper y/n, hm?” the boy finally spoke, his deep raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

y/n let out a shaky exhale, slowly nodding her head although still in a state of shock.

pleased with this reaction, sunghoon snickered as he stood up straight pushing himself off from the flustered girl. sunghoon gazed down at y/n’s expression, not being able to hold back a light chuckle as he took it open himself to gently yet tauntingly pat the girls head before walking away.

y/n stood there dumbfounded. why was her heart beating so fast?

“fuck you sunghoon!”

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the paper was all y/n could focus on from that point. memories of that moment replayed in her head 24/7. it was such a simple yet charming gesture. the kind that got her giggling and kicking her feet at night.

before the three days were up, wednesday had rolled around quickly. wednesday, the day of sunghoon’s competition.

it took y/n a while to decide whether or not she should show up, only to find herself sitting in that cold rink yet again. ‘its for the paper.’ the girl attempted to justify, just to make herself feel better.

“fancy seeing you here.” that irritating voice spoke from beside the girl.

although it was irritating in a different kind of way now. a way that made her feel rather more excited that annoyed.

y/n looked up at sunghoon, biting her lips as she immediately looked away to avoid the taller’s gaze. there was no way she could face him without a crazy blush rising over her cheeks.

“i came here for the paper.” y/n stated simply, clearing her throat to get a hold of herself.

sunghoon let out a melodic chuckle, causing y/n to muster up enough courage to meet sunghoons eyes. to her surprise, his gaze was readable, unlike most days. today, his eyes were full of determination. full of passion.

thats when you finally understood park sunghoon.

park sunghoon was not a narcissist, nor arrogant. park sunghoon was full of passion, and ambition.

“say… i have a deal for you.” sunghoon hummed, taking a seat next to the girl for a quick moment, causing y/n to snap out of her realization.

“a deal..?” the girl questioned, her head tilting to the side in curiousness as to what sunghoon has to propose.

“if i win this competition…” sunghoon started, only dragging the suspense causing a light groan to escape past your lips, before his next words took you by surprise.

“you have to go out on a date with me.”

y/n’s jaw dropped to the floor at sunghoons request, staring at the boy with wide eyes at a loss for words. you didnt know what to do, didn’t know what to say. did thee park sunghoon, thee ice prince just ask you out on a date?

“sunghoon! youre on in ten!!”

sunghoon smiled lightly at his coach with a soft nod, before standing up and turning his attention back to you. “i’ll win. watch me.” sunghoon spoke in a determined matter, before bolting away to get on the ice in time for his routine.

thats when you reacted. y/n shot up from her seat on the bench, watching sunghoon scurry away. “wait- sunghoon! hey!! park sunghoon!!”

sunghoon did in fact win that competition. you and sunghoon did in fact go on that date, and ever since then, you suddenly did not understand how you could have ever hate a person like him. he was your everything. your little ice fairy.

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transfemarmin · 10 months

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miles morales x black! amab! reader

being spiderman came with responsibilities; responsibilities that miles; a fifteen year old boy; sometimes took lightly, trying his hardest to still be a hero as well as living to what he thought was right; well.. he learned his lesson.. as his face was stained with the dried blood of his now deceased lover; his hands shaking as he stared down at their corpse.. he was frozen; a shaky breath coming out of his lips, a breath he didn’t even know was there.. “ no…” his voice was cracking; as his vision blurred; staring at the person he had grown to love over the years.. all the memories they shared over the years flying through his head. . .

01:

“ miles..” [name] groaned as the boy had asked them to try to do his hair; and by do it..he meant detangle it so he could wash it. “ yes?” he turned his head to look at his partner; a grin toying on his lips; his eyes had a look of love, a look that was quickly met with a look of annoyance; “ turn your damn head back around.. before i hit you in the back of the head so hard with this brush you see next year.” [name] threatened; which made miles shudder and turn back around; so the lover he had could properly detangle his hair; a kiss was laid on top of the product full head of hair he had; “ thank you, my love.”

….

[name]…

02:

“-coming!” [name] called out as they grabbed their uniform jacket and readjusted their tie before they ran out of the school; miles had asked them to come to his house.. something about an important matter that had to be discussed with them; they were running down the side of the sidewalk as they spoke to miles over the phone; “ you can’t just…TELL me over the phone..? It’s that important?” They slowed down a bit.. once they realized the bangs of their hair was up; both due to shrinkage and due to the air that was hitting them due to their fast pace.

“ yes! it’s extremely important so..get here!” and with that miles hung up; “ …i know that lil nigga did not just hang up in my face!” [name] yelled to themselves, a look of anger on his face as he stared down at his phone, grumbling to himself as he made his way to his friend’s house; he was quickly greeted with miles sitting on the sidewalk next to his house; chewing on his bottom lip; “ miles! yo..man whats good with you?” [name] spoke; a grin making its way to his face, the anger leaving as quickly as it came once he saw his friend. the guy sat down next to his friend on the sidewalk; “ hey man..I got a question..”

[name] nodded; “ i most likely got an answer..unless it’s about math.. im the english gay not the math one.” he put his hands up; the joke leaving his lips as a giggle was released almost instantly; “ but…I got you man.. c’mon tell me.” he spoke; playfully hitting his friend’s shoulder as he spoke.

“ …how did you know..you liked boys?”

“ …what?”

“…I think I like this boy.. but I don’t know how to know if I just admire him or actually like him.”

[name] raised an eyebrow and then playfully punched his friend; “ so your ass is crushin’ on someone.. and didn’t tell me..? wow.” a playful eye roll was expected but then their expression changed to one of sincerity.

“ i just..i kissed one..and compared it to how I felt with a girl.”

“ but..I never kissed a girl.”

“ you’ve been in love with one though.” [name] spoke softly; “ that girl from another dimension? ..the one with the confusing lore behind her being.”

“ dude..you understand five nights at freddy’s lore..but don’t get the spiderman one?” miles spoke; getting a bit more interested in this conversation than..to tell his best friend.. of nearly a decade he had a crush on him.

“ i…look.. im beating the black men love spiderman allegations! “ [name] spoke and threw his head back in a dramatic fashion.

“ but…we’re getting side tracked.. what is this guy like.how long you knew him?”

“ a long time man…nearly as long as I been aliv-“ almost instantly [name] cut him off

“ okay lil nigga who else you knew besides me that long that you been keeping me in the dark about?” [name] got closer to miles; their faces mere centimeters apart.. and they watched as miles began to start sweating; the slightly taller of the two could’ve sworn he heard miles mutter a ‘ you.’

“…what?”

“ i like you.”

god

w..what happened to you?

miles took a step closer to his long term boyfriend, his eyes searching over for any signs of life.. he couldn’t even see the other’s chest moving; placing his head on his chest.. his eyes widened when he heard how..quiet it was.

03:

“ why is your heart always beating so loud? that cannot be healthy.” miles shook his head as he laid his head down on his boyfriend’s chest; a blush made its way to the other’s face and they shook their head.

“ it’s cause I love you so much..you make me nervous.” they spoke softly, wrapping their arms around the frame of their partner. “ you make my hands sweaty and shit man.. I don’t know how I’m supposed to calm down when I got this gorgeous man in front of me.” [name] spoke; miles could feel the the sweat on his hands soaking through his shirt; and his eyebrows furrowed; “ jesus I didn’t know someone could sweat this much!” soon as he said that [name] snatched their hands back

“ no! baby I was joking! put them back- dude put them back!”

“ miles…” gwen started as she was in a hurry; the spot was still attacking miles’ dimension, his world was going to collapse if they didn’t stop the villain soon… but a gasp left her mouth when she saw [name].. their clothes torn and bloodied, their eyes wide with terror and mouth slightly gaped open; miles was sobbing over his boyfriend’s body; tears rushing down at a rapid pace.

…not you too.

04:

miles awkwardly cleared his throat as his looked over at his boyfriend, the two of them were at their local burger joint.. and while it was just a hang out spot for them on usual occasions.. this was their first date.

“ so..you come here often?” miles spoke; the awkward tone was dripping from his voice.. it was almost painful

“ yeah.. I do.. I come here all the time with my best friend, miles morales.” [name] said, then they released a laugh so light, it would’ve been considered more of a giggle.

“ ah..? miles morales.. what’s he like.. he tall? handsome even?” this was making the vibe less awkward; miles leaned over the table; a smirk on his face.

“ he’s very handsome..” [name] responded; looking at miles with nothing but love in their eyes. “ he’s the only one who supports the fact that I’m not always a boy.. he listens to me rant about my interests.. and I listen to him rant about his own.. I think.. I’m in love with him.” [name]’s face got hot at that last part.. miles’ did as well.

“ ..oh?” was miles’ only response.

“ …yeah.” yeah the awkward vibe was back, and miles was desperate to return it back to how it was; he placed a hand on top of [name]’s..

“ he’s in love with you too.”

don’t leave me.

miles knew [name] was already gone; but his ear was pressed against his chest anyway; his own heart pounding at the possibility of never hearing their laugh again.. not being able to listen to them rant about lore of things miles didn’t even know the first thing about..

“ [name]… if you don’t go.. I promise.. I’ll play all those dumb scary games with you..five night’s at Freddy’s.. sally face.. those dumb roblox scary games.. please.” his words oozing with pain, he felt gwen tugging on him. they had to go.. they needed to fight the spot.. the team needed them.. there was only so much they could do without the extra eyes.. the extra hands, the extra skills..

..why didn’t he save them in time..why didn’t they stay home? he told [name] the spot was dangerous and that the only people who could defeat him was him and the spider society.. he wasn’t a spider person.. [name] was a normal civilian trying to help the man they loved.

i can’t lose you..

05:

“ [name]! guess what.” miles said with a grin; as he stared at his lover; [name] rolled his eyes playfully “ what is it?”

“ i love you.” miles had a look of love.. contentment and happiness in his eyes as he said that; [name] gave a shy smile “ …i love you too, estúpido.” the last word made miles’ mouth dropped

“ what?!” he shouted; “ where did you learn that?”

“ your mom! “ [name] said with a grin; “ she didn’t call you stupid.. she was just doing that thing..moms do when they rant to themselves and forget people can hear them.” [name] shrugged as he stared at his boyfriend

“ i just wanted to try it out…” the other gave their boyfriend a soft flick to the forehead

“ you’re very smart.. smartest boy I ever met…after me when im feeling the man in me.” [name] said as they opened their legs in that moment, manspreading; turning to miles and grinned. his eyes showing nothing but happiness and love.

“ but..seriously man.. I love you too.. so fucking much.”

…please.

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skatingbi · 5 months

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Yo we out here with some more Ace lives AU but i'll make them little bullet points so I dont have to write a whole essay. Enjoy my little headcanons!

Warning: Theres. So many. Im not sorry tho lmao

Ace joins the strawhats after the time skip, nobody really minds and theyre happy to spend time with luffy's older brother. He quickly becomes best friends with Nami. I just feel it in my soul that they would gossip together.

Both Ace and Luffy suffer from awful PTSD symptoms after Marineford. With Luffy, his crew eventually learn how to help him. With Ace, though, he only has Luffy to lean on for support until the crew get aquanted with him.

Actually, to add onto that bc im a sucker for acesan, Sanji is the first after Luffy to reach out during one of his bad days when even really small triggers can make Ace spiral into a panic attack.

More acesan sorry lmao. Ace is usually either out on the figure head of the sunny looking at the ocean when Luffy isnt occupying that spot, in the gallery when Sanji is working, or just out on the deck laying on the grass. He especially likes being around sanji in the gallery.

Pre timeskip Ace is extremely different than this AU's Ace because yes he's silly and carries an air of confidence with him still, but he's never shirtless around others anymore. For a long while, Ace doesnt leave the ship or pick fights. His confidence is a facade for a long time.

Depression hits ace like a truck in this AU and its only eased with the help of Luffy and Sanji. Chopper also helps the best he can with what he's got. Ace is grateful for this, and eventually his old self starts to emerge more and more. Luffy is there with him the entire time.

Ace has insomnia, but so does Sanji and Zoro. He'll hang out with them during late night hours either on watch with zoro sharing stories or with Sanji talking to him while he's doing prep work or inventory. He'll probably also fend off luffy when his little brother tries to break into the locked fridge lmao

But more funny headcanons!! Im getting depressing here sorry!! Ace will mess around with Luffy and entertain him before meal times by play fighting. Their asses will be duking it out on the deck and Chopper will be all concerned and Zoro and Nami will be like "Siblings." Like thats the most obvious answer in the world.

Tbh, the crew members with any type of sibling or sibling bond will get it. Luffy will deadass try to steal Ace's food and Ace will smack his hand lightly with haki and Luffy will dramatically exclaim how mean his big brother is.

"Ace is so mean! I'll starve to death!" "Yeah, sure, you little menace"

Ace regaining strength over his devil fruit powers by making little shapes out of fire for chopper, luffy, and usopp. Franky and brook join the group to give ace prompts. It becomes a nightly occurance at this point.

The first time he decides to go shirtless in front of the crew, they realize his old tattoo is replaced by scar tissue that covers nearly his entire back. Nobody says anything, but I think Franky and Nami would be really understanding. Also luffy. Luffy would be like "We match! Ace has a cool scar like I do!" and it reassures him but also breaks his heart simultaneously.

Ace eating nearly as much as luffy and Sanji being like "Are you sure youre not blood related? Because youre both gonna run my kitchen dry"

Ace not really having a defined role in the crew and them not really minding it. Ace floats around basically. It kind of fits him more that way since he knows a bit of everything. He'll look at maps with nami to chart a course to the next island, He'll fight alongside zoro and sanji, he'll tell usopp about different ways to use combustion and heat in weapons or ammo, etc.

Ace and nami using the power of their good looks to scam people lmao and ace being able to swindle men and women. Nami is impressed and also jealous.

Luffy growing his hair out so him and Ace match, but luffy apparently has curlier hair than Ace so its just a fluffy mess until usopp caves and teaches them how to actually take care of their hair (luffy does not absorb a single thing and ace now has to help luffy with his hair when it gets as long as his)

Ace noticing one day how zoro looks at luffy and being like "yikes...you got it bad, man" and zoro just being like "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP-" but ace is fucking cackling and now zoro cant be too mad about that. He's still embaressed as fuck about it though.

Expanding on that actually: Ace actually being supportive because he knows how loyal zoro is. He isnt worried. Plus, Luffy is extremely strong and it takes a lot to actually hurt him. So he's like "dude you gotta just tell him straight up he is dense as hell"

Ace the ultimate wingman for zoro. Not luffy, though. That's what Nami is there for. Him an nami are definitely working together and placing bets on when and who asks who out with robin, usopp, sanji, and franky. I wont say what they chose for their bet but robin definitely wins.

BUT luffy, nami, zoro, robin, usopp and franky place bets on Ace and Sanji. Ace is never subtle. He flirts openly and is proud of it. Sanji is very subtle with ace, though. The crew immediately see past his bullshit of trying to be straight. Its painful to watch. Poor sanji is trying so hard to remain closeted but the closet is literally glass. I wont say who betted what as per my last bullet point, but surprisingly zoro won. Everyone (nami) is outraged by this incident. Luffy is here for a good time.

The crew playing card games except they learn sometimes ace cannot handle flammable objects because he will burn them accidentally. Competitive card games are now banned if ace is playing.

Ace is also banned from using his devil fruit powers while sparring on the deck. The poor grass on there has been burned so many times. Nami has kicked his ass over it.

Ace and zoro get really competitive. Not like zoro and sanji, but they'll spar without weapons and at least one of them will leave with a busted lip or eyebrow and a lecture from chopper. Theyre chill though they just forget to hold back on their punches. Ace one time used haki and had to help franky fix the deck afterwards.

#Bro...let ace heal and be happy #i have the power to write and i will use it to make ace heal and be happy #acesan #zolu #theyre mentioned but its still important to tag imo #one piece #portgas d ace #luffy d monkey #op spolier warning #ig lmao #my entire account is a spoiler warning on its own lets be honest #ace lives au #blackleg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami

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