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ushiwhacka · 1 year
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UN HELLO LOVE THE NEW THEME IT IS SO NICE OMG!
also hi bby ily *kith*
thank you mica <3333 this reminded me to fix my other pages so thank u again
hi bby ily more so double kiss for u mwah mwah
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a-crack-kinda-girl · 1 year
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another nacho meeting lalo in a parallel universe where he’s listening to bjork because i couldn’t get this song out of my head
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fiendishartist2 · 3 months
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watched ai builds last night and ngl it wasnt that good....
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milswrites · 6 days
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The bonds that tie us
~Azriel X Fem!Reader
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Summary: You and Azriel accept the mating bond.
Warnings: Smut! 18+ MNDI, p in v
Azriel’s golden eyes stayed locked on yours. His intense gaze piercing your own until you could feel his searching presence in your very soul. Each heavy breath which escaped from his lips sent delightful tingles down your spine.
The sweet scent of his growing arousal permeated the air, causing you to slightly shift in your seat at the anticipation of the events to come.
“So?” You ask impatiently, tearing your eyes away from Azriel to look to the chocolate cake sitting in the middle of the table.
The cake which you had spent the past few hours baking. Pouring your love into the mixture as you did so, making sure everything was perfect for your mate.
It was a masterpiece. Your proudest work. And yet the shadowsinger never spared it a glance, not even as he entered the room. Instead he had walked in, burning gaze never failing to leave you as he sat down in the chair opposite. Failing to give you any other reaction except his heady scent of want which filled the room intoxicatingly.
He gulped deeply at the sound of your voice, finally moving his hazel eyes to the food before him. Face drawn black as he allowed the realisation of what this meant to settle deep into the marrow his bones.
“It’s for me?” He asked, voice thick with tension as he took in the cake before him, his eyes briefly closing as he inhaled the delectable smell of the fresh sponge.
“Yes Az” you replied, lips stretching into a smile as you watched the trace of glee wash over his expression. You pressed your thighs together, searching for some relief as you noted the darkness which crept into his passionate stare.
“This is what you want?” Azriel questions, the low rumble of his voice reverberated through your chest, tugging lightly on the taught strings of your heart.
“It is,” you confirmed, leaning your torso forward to enable you to reach the cake in order to cut the male a slice, “And you? Is this what you want?”
“Unquestionably” he replied, watching the way you delicately sliced through the layers of the cake before placing it on the plate before him. Settling back into your seat as your expectant eyes fell onto him.
But instead of eating, he began to speak. Forcing himself to say what had to be said before he’s too consumed by his feral need to devour you whole.
“I spent five hundred years waiting for you” he started, slowly running his tongue along his lips to wet them as he thought of exactly what he wanted to say, “And I would have waited five hundred more if it meant I got to be with you at the end of it.”
Your eyes began to water at the truth which laced his words, his honest eyes coming to meet your own.
“I always thought you were too good for me. The horrors of my past, the grim nature of my job. I couldn’t see how I could deserve you.”
He paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. You allowed him to assemble his words in silence, your time to speak would come. This confession he needed to get off his chest alone.
“You are my other half, my soul belongs to you. I see that now. And I’m ready for it, I am. I do deserve you, and I will spend the rest of my life knowing that. You are my mate. And the stars will sing our song forever.”
Azriel made no move towards the cake. So you took this as a sign that it was your turn to speak.
“I love you Azriel. I have for a long time, and not just because the cauldron intended for it to be so. My heart is yours to keep, and for as long as I shall live my love for you will know no bounds nor have any limits. I’m yours Az, I always have been.”
A rough growl broke from his lips at your final statement, his sharp jaw locking into place as he resisted the urge to jump on you then and there, cake be damned.
His fiery gaze remained on you as he lifted the sweet cake to his lips and began to eat. His chest heaving with the effort it was taking to finish the entire slice, the outpour of desire which flooded into his system was almost too unbearable to deny.
Finally he put the last remnants of the cake into his mouth, taking the time to deliciously lick the rich chocolate from his long fingers. Amber gaze still unwavering.
The atmosphere was electric. The overwhelming scent of your joint arousal was becoming too difficult to ignore and so you allowed your instincts to take control. Leading you from the rickety wooden chair across the room, until you were stood between the open legs of your lover. Of your mate.
His tender hands came to rest at your waist, the heat of their teasing touch burning and you had to resist the urge to hiss at their devastating presence. Lowering your face until your lips tantalisingly brushed against his own, you plucked on the newfound bond which had settled in your chest as you finally spoke to him through the golden thread.
My gorgeous, handsome mate.
Azriel closed the gap between you, sealing his soft lips against yours as they danced together in a passionate embrace. His rough hands tugging you towards him until you were comfortably sat in his lap, your legs splayed open on either side of his firm thighs.
It was as though you were a feral beast chasing after its prey. Devouring your mates lips as your tongues entwined, teeth occasionally clashing together at the messy intensity of the kiss.
Your control had vanished, leaving no trace behind until all that remained was your profound need to take Azriel in every possible way that you could.
Your desperate hands tugged wildly at his clothes, begging the male to remove them. The overpowering need to feel his bare skin on yours was blinding.
Understanding your needs Azriel briefly broke the kiss, allowing you to pull his constricting shirt from his body, uncaring as you tossed it across the room before connecting your lips against him once more.
Able to now feel the soft warmth of his bare skin, you raked your nails along his abdomen, drawing a long deep moan from his throat. His eyes squeezed together tightly as though in pain, as though your teasing touches weren’t enough to satisfy him.
He needed more.
Azriel wanting to feel your enthralling heat wrapped around his cock as he pounded into you. Each deep thrust signalling his claim over you. Over his mate.
And so in his need and impatience, the male stood. Holding you tightly in his strong arms as he made his way to the bedroom, lips never once straying from your own.
Entering the room he softly laid you upon the silken sheets, stripping you of your clothes as his sultry gaze was finally able to look upon your naked form.
His scarred hands having a mind of their own as they travelled the expanse of your skin, drawing sinful sounds from your lips as he lightly traced your nipples before connecting his mouth to your breasts.
Taking turns in worshipping each one, leaving purple pebbles in his wake as he gently bit and sucked at the tender skin, before trailing up your body to show the same love to the sensitive skin of your neck.
All the while your hips bucked up against his own in desperation, your aching core pulsating with its need for relief.
Ever the attentive lover, Azriel slipped his hand down the contours of your body until his skilled fingers met the area where you were most sensitive. His long fingers lazily tracing circles onto your clit as he turned his smirking lips to your face.
“What is it you need princess?” He goaded, fingers continuing their circular motion, “my fingers?” He brushed them lightly against your core, “my tongue?” He traced his tongue along the line of your neck as he spoke, drawing a whiny cry from your lips.
Bucking your whips against him once more, your fingers began to grip the sheets of the bed as you begged, “your cock Az please. Give me your cock.”
“Is that what my mate desires?” He growled lowly against the sensitive skin of your neck, “For me to pound her to completion with my cock?” He slipped his fingers inside you as he spoke, pumping them to the rhythm of your moving hips as he continued to speak, “Is that what you need princess?”
Unable to speak you whined in response, eager hands unbuttoning his trousers as you longed not to waste another minute.
Compliant, Azriel removed his soaking fingers from your core. Aiding you with removing his trousers and undergarments until his aching cock stood to attention before you. Red tip already leaking from the intensity of his desire.
“I want you to fuck me like you own me Az” you breathed, locking your black eyes with his own, “show your mate how you would worship her.”
Groaning at your words, Azriel lines himself up at your core. His teasing head brushing along your folds until he finally gave in to his longing and began to push himself in.
Satisfied moans tearing from both your mouths as he continued to enter you until he was fully sheathed. Stilling for a few moments as he allowed you to adjust to his large size.
Finally, you signalled him to move by thrusting your hips upwards towards his own, begging for the male the fuck you.
And Azriel did. Pounding into you forcefully, guttural moans slipping from his lips as his hips met yours again and again. Powerful cock thrusting in and out of you repeatedly.
The bond - the newly established golden thread which tied the two of you together - glowed brightly. Its presence creating an overwhelming intensity that drew you closer and closer to your completion with an unexpected ferocity.
The delicious sensation of your mates cock slipping in and out of your soaking core was enough to start to tip you over the edge of bliss, stars entering your vision with every thrust your mate delivered.
“That’s it” Azriel panted, the rhythmic movement of his hips never faltering, “You’re doing so well baby. Let it take over, show me you’re mine.”
You came undone with a pleasured cry, body spasming at the sensation as Azriel continued the brutal pace of his thrusts as he chased his own high. With your vision clouded by satisfaction, the only tell of him finding his completion was the strangled cry which tore from his throat as his thrusts finally slowed, the male delivering the last few twitching thrusts before he came undone inside of you with a groan.
Carefully, he withdrew himself from your core, moving so he was laid next to you. A gentle hand coming to caress your slightly sweaty skin, finger trailing the curve of your hips up to your ribcage before repeating the action.
“That was perfect” you hummed in contentment, pleased with the calming sensation that had settled in the wake of your high. Tired breaths still escaping from your lips.
“You think that’s it?” Azriel asked with a smirk, “My love that was just the beginning. I’ve yet to bring you apart with my tongue.”
Your cheeks flushed with heat at the promises which rolled from his lips.
“My darling mate,” he crooned, “you’re sorely mistaken if you think you’re leaving this bed before the end of the week. I’m going to explore every last heavenly inch of your body.”
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Notes: Ummmmm if you read this no you didn’t 🫣🫣🫣 this was only my second time writing smut so I’m sorry it’s bad and let’s all forget this exists ok?
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sleepybbie · 6 months
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(going on anon bc im shy WHEHDHD🫡)
but how about a drabble of like, having a quickie with yingxing in his workshop or something 🤭🤭
bonus point if hes being a tease and kept edging you, forcing you to keep begging even tho he kept denying u anyways :3
𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒚 | yingxing (blade) drabble
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a/n: SHSHHSJA I LOVE U SM FOR THIS ISTG (>w<) ♡ since i’m a bit biased (i am) i low-key made this drabble more longer than i originally planned to be ;w; but that shows how i love him sm
yingxing (blade) x fem!reader
warning: smutty drabble below! mentions of past!blade so there’s spoilers too ૮ • ﻌ - ა
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you’d be lying to yourself if you say you didn’t enjoy watching your lover work on his weapon forges.
it wasn’t rare to anyone in the xianzhou that YINGXING was a very hard worker when it comes to crafting masterpieces of a weapon, glands of sweat rolling down his forehead to his forearm before wiping it away with ease. no wonder jingliu wanted him to be the one forging the weapons for the high cloud quintet; not only they were easy to hold and durable, but they have a strong impact of slashes that were even hard to destroy.
he gives in a lot of effort to his creations. therefore, he spends most of his time on his crafting table to make sure they were perfect. every weapon he forges, he smiles as he creates a new masterpiece and takes his time.
but how could he forget such a cute darling like you?
if there’s one thing you knew about your lover, is that he likes to tease, make you pout when he gets the chance. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him as he hammers down a weapon, it wasn’t your fault you find it so hot when he rolls his sleeve down his sweaty arms during the heating process, it wasn’t your fault why you visit his smithy looking so alluring and ethereal in a new short gown baiheng gifted to you in order to show it to him, and it’s absolutely not your fault why the small items from his table (including the blueprints) were scattered onto the ground while you’re being fucked in his workshop.
…this is a different kind of “risky” he’s giving you, a memory that might be in your head for a couple of weeks, or even months because of how good he was slamming his hips onto that spot of yours over and over. you have no idea whether his workshop was soundproof, you’re scared if ever dan feng were to visit him—after all, that high elder often comes in without warning. he finds it endearing, how your soft smile when you entered his forging area was now shifted into a mouth that cries his name on repeat like he just damaged your brain.
he promised to make this quick since he still has some forgery to finish. you don’t want him to be distracted when he’s already so focused, do you?
“ngh..! ha..! ah! y-yingxing…!”
your helpless and breathless mewls just seemed to turn him on more along with the way your hands clawed its way onto his damp neck, pushing your legs further up to wrap around his waist as he fucks into that spot of yours, repeating his ruthless thrusts while he pants heavily over your shoulder. it was sticky, you both were getting sticky; it’s obvious you were close, the pain your nails were digging on his attire was certainly giving a sign. who wouldn’t? his tip penetrating deep inside on your cervix was already enough to send you over the edge.
“p-please…wan…wanna cum..!”
“not until i say so, sweetheart..” he breathes into your neck, taking in that scent of yours like a pervert as he grins, “be obedient and wait for my signal..”
you hated when he does this, so teasing…you’ve been a good girl, right? so why? you teared up a little, and that just riled something inside of him more.
suddenly without warning, yingxing lifts you up off his desk, carrying your body until you back hit the wall, pushing his cock back inside of your sobbing puffy cunt like he was running out of time. he didn’t give time to rub himself in you, he just straight up pushes himself in. yingxing picks up the pace, pushing his tongue into your mouth while carrying your legs, balancing your body in order for you not to fall back from the wall. he’s strong..as expected from one of the strongest in the luofu. you’re full on crying, drooling spill past both of your lips before he pulls away with a smile. he’s close too…you can see it from the way he bites down his lip, blood drawing out, shutting his eyes when you clenched down on him.
now you both were even.
“are you keeping it in?”
“p-please, please, please…wanna…cum, yingxing…!”
“just a little more…i—
he was cut off with a grunt, pushing you back up on the wall after you almost fell down. were you so fucked out from his thrusts it made you unable to hold yourself? he chuckles.
“that was close, huh? as i was saying..just a little more, darling…and then you can cum..”
god, this was unfair. it’s so much..it’s only been a past minute when you both decided for a quick-quick, yet the smithy was a mess with the scent of sex. dan feng was definitely going to question this after..
“c’mon…almost there..” he goes even more faster, you swore your eyes were gouging at the back of your head when it hits that soft spot in your walls over and over, feeling semen spill out little by little, his thrusts sloppier..holy shit, you were seeing the aeons at this point. yingxing had a vice grip over your thighs as he holds you tight, your head bumping on the wall behind you, hard. you could hear him curse underneath his breath.
“y-yingxing, please…!”
“shit…you wanna cum? come, my darling, let’s do it together..”
and with one last thrust, his lips on yours to silence your moans, the coil in your stomach was cut along with his, cum spilling down past your legs as you whined loudly in his mouth—ribbons of his release shooting inside of you, breeding you basically. your poor cunt spills his thick seed, tickling down to his legs and onto the floor. fucking messy, and fucking filthy.
he didn’t dare to drop you while you both catch your breath, after all he didn’t want you to be hurt. yingxing holds you tight, leaving a small mark over your neck as he pulls out, watching his dick soften, along with his release spilling out of you. he thinks you’re pretty, he knows you’re pretty, including with that new fucked our expression of yours. he kisses your cheek, to your nose and on your forehead. he smiles, acting like he didn’t fucked you like a goddamn beast.
“want to buy something with me at the market? i forgot i need more materials.”
this guy…
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an: hehe! i love yingxing ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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anantaru · 2 years
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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗔𝗡 !
˖˚˳⊹ how they moan headcanons feat. ayato : itto : albedo : xiao : childe : kaeya : kazuha : diluc : gorou feat. fem! reader
˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw
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deep, heavy grunts with ayato because he'll never get used to your cunt squeezing him dry and the way you unfold underneath him like a sinful masterpiece displayed only for his eyes to witness. Bending you even more, you're about to climax all over him, toes curling, orgasm about to hit you hard when ayato hits even harder into your cunt. He's not the loudest though so you won't hear any actual moans from him, it'll always be a deep grunt next to your ear shell while he pounds away all the stress he had this week, using you as his cocksleeve and you wouldn't want it any other way. <3
guttural groans with itto because he's always trying to fuck you harder each day. It's almost like a challenge to him, really. If you aren't leaking with his cum while chanting his name like a lost prayer, he certainly did something wrong in his eyes. He'd smile lazily at you, for a moment pulling out and then immediately sliding his hard cock inside your abused walls again. "so tight." he'll groan through gritted teeth, placing his thumb against your abused clit to rub it furiously. That cheeky bastard knows exactly on how to make scream his name.
heavy breathing with albedo because what he much rather wants to hear is you. For him, it's new to be engaged in sexual activities, hence why he'd try to relish in the feeling as much as possible, trying to explore every nook and cranny of your body to make sure he knows how to pleasure you properly. His hands guiding your hips up and down his length while your back arched violently, turning you into a gurgling mess in front of him. And once you want him to pick up on pace even more, his heavy breathing turns into the possibly most angelic moans you've ever been blessed with.
muffled sighs with xiao because for him, that's the only time where he can truly relax himself. Tracing his fingertips over your bare body and pinching your hardened nipples which will make you whine out so desperately to finally feel him sink his heavy cock inside of your greedy cunt. He'll sigh out followed by a breathy laugh and remark on how sensitive you are once he finally slides in, gushing out a muffled sigh while closing his eyes. You whine, crying out his name when his hand moved from your perked nipple to your sobby clit, rubbing circles around the bud while never slowing down on pace.
cut-off curses with childe because he doesn't know how else to verbalize on how you're making him feel good right now. His hands holding your face tight while you suck him off so fucking perfectly, he'll coo at you the softest things, stroking your cheeks to brush away the little tears that you got from choking on his cock while also pulling your loose hair behind your ear <3. And once you look up at him through lashes with your glassy eyes, fucked out facial expression in combination with your puffy lips struggling around his heavy cock. He'll throw his head back and push you down harder, moaning out halfway screaming while numerous curses spill over and over again.
low hums of praise with kaeya while he's fucking you from behind, ass high up in the air while you squirm underneath his weight, moaning every time he hits the sweet spot deep in your gut. His fingertips tracing the natural curves of your body and admiring the breathtaking view spread out in front of him, "you're fucking beautiful." he'll moan, placing his hand on top of your back to push you down harder. Most of the time he'll keep his moans under control, it was almost like a challenge to him to not give you the benefit of knowing you're fucking him as good as he fucked you. He hates the way your body can control him without much effort.
whiny whimpers with kazuha because he's not ashamed of telling you just how much he wants you close to him. It's not even telling at this point, it's straight up begging you to ride him harder. His hands are quick to grab the flesh of your behind, passionately kneading your skin while drawing out his pleas of ecstasy. Guiding your hips up and down his hard cock while arching his back whenever he feels you squeeze him dry. "wanna cum, please." he'll mewl, twist and turn but you reassure him that there's no reason to beg, you'll let him cum once he deserves it to fill you up.
needy chokes with diluc while he's sucking on your folds like a starved man, completely pussy drunk and unable to comprehend anything anymore besides on how fucking wet you got because of him. Your juices sticking on his cheeks and your thighs, already dried up but he doesn't give a damn anymore. It has been the third time he made you cum with his tongue in the past hour and he doesn't show any signs of stopping anytime soon. He knows you're most likely overstimulated by now but at this point diluc doesn't care - just one more time, he wants you to cum one more time against his abused lips. Completely loses his mind and moans uncontrollably when you tug his hair while he eats you out.
sweet little cries with gorou while he eats you out, your slick smearing his cheeks but he doesn't stop until he's got you unraveled in front of him. The control he had over his body long gone, not wasting any more time to hump against the bed like a horny teenager. The almost pornographic mess he's made in between your thighs almost won't compare to the mess he's made in his pants. And once he's close to making you reach your climax again, he won't slow his movements and cum untouched while crying out against your cunt on how much he loves you.
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mangocoal · 1 year
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I figured I'd start posting the transparent GIFs I've been making for future captioning and shitposting or for use as reaction images. I thought these were too low-effort to post but then I realized you don't have to make a goshdarn masterpiece to be worthy of posting so I figure I might as well. This will hopefully be useful for me (and perhaps others) who want to use these GIFs via embed and don't wanna save them on a drive and upload them to Discord every time they wanna use it. So here's the Guilty Gear Strive ones I've gotten so far thanks to the green/blue screen forest mod. https://gamebanana.com/mods/296327
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chiharuhashibira · 20 days
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What about a shorts featuring your fave Kimetsu No Yaiba teacher?
But make it Professor X Student 👀
Hey guys~ As promised! I am here again in one of my... favourite masterpiece 🤭
Thank you for answering the poll we had before~
So this will be the plan for the NSFW Series, I will finish our Special Class: Chemistry with Obanai then proceed with one chapter of the Tsugoku X Hashira and one chapter of the Oiran X Hashira.
Hope it works with y'all. Love yah hoho
Honestly I am so happy that I writing for this series again 😍
Anyways, let's start. You are very quiet 22 yo graduating-student. Obanai is 29.
𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚
𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>
Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Age Gap/Suggestive/Curse Words/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit/Mentions of Death/Angst/Tragedy
Minors DNI.
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🌸𝑶𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒊 𝑰𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐🌸
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(Images are not mine, credits to the rightful owner)
"Is that all you've got?"
Your chemistry professor, Obanai Iguro, spoke, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. Feeling the biting pain of his apathy more than any harsh criticism, you grimaced inside as you heard his remarks. His intense scrutiny pressed down on your already fragile self-assurance, forcing you to look downward.
"I... I'm trying my best, Iguro-sensei." You felt your insides tremble as you spoke with a low voice, which could barely be audible under the quiet hum of the fluorescent light inside his classroom.
You're usually the jolliest and most active student in all science classes, particularly chemistry, because you want to be a chemist. But then, everything changed four years ago when the woman you regarded as an older sister passed away because of her dedication to science and education.
You hated science. You barely make an effort at it right now because it triggers you so much. But, of course, you don't want your professor to know that. Especially because of the rumours about his "allergy to women" and so on. Of course, he wouldn't understand your pain.
With his visage frozen in place, Obanai studied you dispassionately, as if you were a specimen in an exhibit. He repeated, "Your best?" He spoke with an acidic undertone of doubt. "Well, Y/N-san..."
You gulped.
"Your best? It seems severely lacking," Obanai added, his comments cutting through your delicate self-esteem. "Perhaps you should reconsider your actions before I end up failing you this semester. Chemistry's not for the faint of heart."
After saying that, he looked away, shifting his focus elsewhere, leaving you to grapple with the aftermath of his heartless disregard. However, one could not help but detect a hint of warmth and longing concealed beneath the academic dispassion that adorned their facade of indifference.
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"I heard another student cried at Shinazugawa-san's classes earlier."
"I know, right! Someone also cried at Tomioka-sensei's. What's wrong with these professors?"
"I don't know. There's another professor, though, who is a terror. That... that weird face mask guy."
"Oh, Iguro-sensei."
"Yes! I'm glad I'm not in his class."
"Yeah, me too. We're lucky that we're in Rengoku-sensei's classes all day. I wouldn't ever complain. He's a ray of sunshine!"
"Uzui-sensei too... He's handsome, too. We're so lucky!"
"DAMN YOU KIDS! YOU'RE SO NOISY! GO BACK TO YOUR CLASSES!"
You watched as Shinazugawa-sensei stepped out of his class to yell at those two talkative students. You gulped, feeling scared that he might yell at you too. But fortunately, he didn't. You can't bear having additional stress today, especially after hearing Obanai's words earlier.
But then, you clearly remembered your earlier encounter. Looking into his enigmatic eyes, you can't help but wonder about that sudden flicker of emotion that he showed you. It's hard to believe, but it seems like there is more than meets the eye when it comes to Obanai. And yes, you're kind of curious to know what that is.
You didn't know that Obanai was secretly watching you on the corner. He's used to hearing students complain about him, so it's surprising that you didn't escalate the situation after hearing them. Especially considering what he did earlier.
"Am I too harsh again, Kaburamaru?" He asked the harmless snake, who was just busy slithering on his shoulders. No answer came, of course, so then Obanai just went back to his lonely classroom.
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In the days that passed, Obanai's harsh words still haven't left your mind. But yes, even if you wanted to do your best, his subject is just so hard to deal with, not because you find it hard, but because of the sad memories that it brings you.
As you sit and listen to him in his classes, you can't help but find yourself grappling with a tumult of emotions. So one afternoon, you were astounded to feel a presence beside you, only to discover it was the chemistry professor. You were startled to see his heterochromatic eyes fixate on you with an intensity that took your breath away.
"Y/N-san," he said, his voice more muted than you'd ever heard before, but with an understated strength in its tone. "May I have a word with you?"
Your heartbeats were quickening at the unexpected invitation. "Of course, Iguro-sensei," you replied, your voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
Obanai led you to a secluded corner of the hallway, away from prying eyes and wandering ears of the other college students. As you both stood there, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light, you couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Obanai's demeanour—a concern that belied his usual stoic composure.
"I've been watching you, Y/N." Your chemistry professor began with his heterochromatic eyes, meeting yours with unwavering curiosity. "You seem to be more lost than when I first talked to you. Is there anything you need to tell me?"
"As far as I know, there's none, sensei."
Obanai raised one eyebrow at you and crossed his arms, only to reveal Kaburamaru, who was hiding beneath his oversized lab coat. You blink in confusion at what you are seeing right now. You have heard the students talk about Iguro bringing his pet snake to the university a lot of times. However, you regarded those as purely rumours.
But seeing the white snake right now, you can't help but be amazed. You also had a pet snake in the past, which you and your best friend used to take care of. "Oh, what's its name?"
"Kaburamaru."
"I see. It looks beautiful..."
"Oh? You're not afraid of him?"
"No. I'm not. He reminds me of the snake that I used to see on our garden before."
"Oh..."
"Yes, sensei. Hmmm, when I was just 5, I used to see a white snake in our garden. I even tried to touch it."
The oozing tension and unwelcoming aura that Obanai used to blanket himself with seemed to fade as his eyes widened with what you said. He looked amused right now, and that kind of calmed you down. 
"I see..."
It looks like he wanted to ask more, but then nothing came. So, you decided to get straight to the point.
"Iguro-sensei, I've got to go. I'm so sorry if I always disappoint you in class. I really do."
You said you felt guilty for letting your emotions always take hold of you. But before you could go, Iguro handed you something.
"A notebook?"
"Yeah. Try to study with those notes. Perhaps it could help."
You took the white notebook from his hand and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, sensei."
You swear that before Obanai turned around, you saw his cheek turn pink. That left you dazed, but then, it's none of your business.
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Despite the amusement that you have felt for knowing Obanai has a soft spot, you can't help but not believe yourself for what happened. Why did he give you this notebook? Why is he observing you in the first place?
It kind of made you shiver, as you felt like one wrong move and bad things would happen with Obanai. Interpreting that moment as a sign of his concern for you, you chose to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps...
After showering, you sat on your study table and looked at the innocuous photo in front of you. It was your best friend and non-blood-related older sister, Shinobu Kocho, who had passed away. How you've missed her and the time when she's just there for you. You loved the girl so much that you wanted to be like her.
You never would have thought that one day you'd end up hating something you love for taking someone away from you.
"Shinobu-san, I'm sorry for being a failure. I... I'll try my best to bring back my passion."
You whispered in the air, realising that, yes, if the woman is still here, she wouldn't want you to fail.
With that sudden flame igniting inside you, you opened the notebook Obanai had given you. Goosebumps formed on your body as you traced his handwriting. He has good handwriting, and you can't help but smile because of it.
It reminded you of Shinobu's wonderful handwriting, which you have always adored but also sort of didn't, as Obanai wrote in cursive.
And with that, as if by magic, time passed. You didn't realise that it was actually two in the morning when you finally stopped reviewing. Yes. It has been the first time again that you have let yourself get too absorbed in anything related to science for more than an hour.
It kind of felt overwhelming. Yes, it is overwhelming, as suddenly everything started to make sense again. All the things that you studied before came back. And perhaps it is due to the simplicity with which Obanai explained things in that notebook.
It seemed as though he had specifically designed it for that purpose. To make chemistry simple, which is too different from how he explains things in class.
For some reason, you felt a bit happy. Even if Obanai may appear nonchalant and harsh, he seems to really care. This simple gesture unlocked so many memories.
And even your promise to Shinobu before came back to you, pushing you harder to do better this time.
This is all because Obanai has made an effort to kind of talk to you at the uni this afternoon. And yes, he is cold but that gesture had gave warmth to your frozen heart.
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A few days had passed, and one Saturday night, you found yourself sitting in a public library, reading the notes from Obanai's notebook. After the night of your realisation, you felt your passion for science spark again. And yes, it reflected on your grades.
However, Iguro still didn't speak to you after that day. No praise, not even a bat of an eye. You're just there again, invisible, despite doing your best.
Feeling a bit low, you decided to ditch the library and head towards the nearest coffee shop. All you wanted now was to chill and perhaps let your mind rest for a while.
But before you could reach the coffee shop, you accidentally bumped into someone. Without wasting time, you bowed down to apologise, and there, a familiar voice came into your senses.
Your eyes widened, and then, when you looked up, you met those familiar and enigmatic eyes. "S-sensei?" you asked, wondering why in the world would fate bring him to you tonight.
You were trying your best to forget him and his nonchalant attitude towards you, which is really weird after he gave you that notebook. Yes, you were expecting him to be a bit nicer, but he became colder.
"What are you doing here?"
He's still wearing his mask. I wish I could just see his face. You thought as you proceeded to take in his presence. Clad in a striped hoodie and black pants, Obanai could pass off as a university student. He looks young for a professor in the first place.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
"Oh sensei. Sorry, I was—"
"Spacing out. I know. It's okay. I know it's surprising to see your professor around here."
You were astounded when he talked casually to you. He never did that at school. Oh well, that's because he's apparently your professor. You wanted to slap yourself for your foolish thoughts.
"What's up with you?" Obanai added, which made you blink in surprise. He wants to know what's up with me.
"Nothing much sensei... Just—"
"I'm going to cut you there." He said, and suddenly leaned in on you, which made you blush. His voice went out as a whisper as he told you,
"We're outside the university. It's Obanai, okay? I don't want the people around getting the wrong idea."
"Sorry sen— Obanai-san..."
He straightened up and crossed his arms, piercing you with his fierce eyes once again. "So you were saying?"
"Oh, I was just reviewing. Just heading to the coffee shop now to grab a coffee. How about you?" You said, trying to hide your nervousness from your casual tone. Obanai scratched his chin and shrugged his shoulders.
"Nothing much. Just another Saturday night in the pub, I guess."
WHAT? HE DRINKS? You couldn't hide the flabbergasted expression on your face as you heard those words coming from his mouth. You never thought of Iguro as some guy you'd see in pubs. So this information is shocking to you.
Obanai saw this expression and raised an eyebrow. "Is it weird to hear a grown ass man going to a pub? Why are you looking at me like that? Prick..."
"Sorry... I'm just... weird sometimes. Don't mind me."
"Okay. So, you heading towards the coffee shop? Want me to come with you? It's quite dangerous to walk alone in these streets at night."
This night is definitely getting weirder... in a nice way?
Obanai, asking to walk with you? The stern and cold-hearted chemistry professor, caring for you? You bit your lip and felt a bit flustered.
Yes, he's your professor, but he's also a guy. And it's the first time that a guy has ever offered you this. You know that it isn't too much. It's most likely lower than the bare minimum, but then a part of you started to flutter. You know it's wrong, and it's weird... but... For some reason, you just didn't care.
"Are you sure I'm not going to be a bother with you and your pub appointment?"
"No. I'm kind of thinking to drop the pub thing tonight, actually. Can I join your coffee appointment instead?"
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just want to? Is that an enough reason?"
"Yes, actually."
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You found yourself sitting face-to-face with Obanai in your favourite coffee shop, wondering why he was here in the first place if he wouldn't order at all. Feeling a bit conscious, you fixed your braids and decided to take a sip of your coffee.
"Why didn't you order anything? If you want to go to the pub, it's okay."
"I just... don't eat much. And I hate coffee."
"Then why did you go with me here, sensei?"
"Obanai."
"There's no one around. And you're my sensei; we can't hide that fact."
"You're pissing me off."
"I'm not trying too, though. It's just..."
"Why did you stop? It's just what?"
Obanai's voice suddenly sounded a bit offended and sad. You gulped and looked down, stopping yourself from saying that this looks weird because somehow you wanted the company.
"Nothing"
"You can tell me directly if you don't want the company. I just came here to... to make sure you'll be alright. But I guess trying to be nice doesn't always pay off?"
You felt guilty as you watched Obanai stand up from his seat. So then, letting your intrusive thoughts win, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down. "Stay." You didn't care if his allergy to women would be triggered by this contact. All you wanted to do now was kind of comfort him.
Obanai looked at your hand and back to you with question marks almost becoming visible on his face. "Y/N..."
"Sorry..."
"It's okay. I'm used to it."
"I want the company. So stay, Obanai."
The facade of emptiness in Obanai's eyes was shattered after hearing your words. It seems like a memory has suddenly been unlocked inside of him. But then, no words came out of his lips. So you spoke up once again, trying to lighten up the mood.
"So... where are you going after this?" You asked innocently, which made the guy shrug his shoulders again. Obanai isn't speaking again.
You realised that he was looking at your hand, which was still holding him, so you pulled away and tried your best to hide your blush.
After you had let go of his hand, Obanai finally got the strength to speak up. "Walk you home."
"You're not pissed off with me anymore?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Okay."
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And there... Again, you found yourself ending the night with Obanai walking you home in silence. Yes, it was awkward, but for some reason, it felt a bit warm. And you kind of felt happy.
Yes, he's your professor, but for this night, he made you feel like a normal girl. And yes, it is special, as you haven't felt that in a long while.
Actually... you have been feeling this for a while. Wanting his attention and care so bad and you didn't know when it started. It just sparked again after he lent you the notebook.
But you know you shouldn't feel this so, you forced yourself to stop. And you'll do it again this time.
On the other hand, Obanai found himself slithering back to the pub, letting his loneliness get a hold of him. Yes. He's lonely. And yes, he regretted what he just did. Just because you reminded him of something so important before doesn't mean that he should be as vulnerable as at that time.
You're his student. And yes, he reminded himself of that. You're just his student now. And it should stay that way.
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Days have passed, and here we go again. As if that night never happened, Iguro didn't talk to you that way again. It kind of hurts because even if you wanted to hide your feelings so bad, you still wanted him to look at you and speak to you, the same way as that night.
But you have no choice. Even if you had the urge to bring up how confused you are, you didn't. You can't speak to him that way again. Like what you said that night, he is your professor and you cannot hide that fact.
So, you just did your best in his class, trying your best to focus on your promise with Shinobu, trying to fix all your mess.
Little did you know, but the chemistry professor has noticed how you've changed since the day he lent you those notes. You've turned the tables, as if suddenly you were his star student.
He had grown fond of seeing you answer his questions correctly. Especially when you started leading chemistry projects and stuff.
And beneath those observations, Obanai can't help but also adore how beautiful your confidence looks on you. Yes, he was dying to talk to you. But he can't bring himself to do so. He just can't say it but there's tonnes of things that he had been wanting to tell you.
"Iguro-sensei. Thank you for this notebook. I've finished studying them all, and it helped me a lot. I will return it to you now. Sorry if it took me too long to do so."
Obanai was astounded by your voice and presence. He looked up at you with an empty stare and simply nodded. After putting the notebook on the desk, you were about to go when, suddenly, Iguro spoke up in a soft tone.
"No worries. You actually started to do well."
With his words, your face lightened. Feeling your heartbeat race, you fought the urge to smile as you knew that things would not end with him praising you. You still need to pass the class. You need to make Shinobu proud, even if she's gone.
But then, cutting off those thoughts, Obanai stood up from his seat and walked in front of you. You were astounded by the sudden closeness, but of course, you didn't move.
The chemistry professor's heterochromatic eyes pierced within your soul, forcing you to look away. Heat crept up on your face, and you felt that the atmosphere had become a bit more intense.
A sudden, foolish thought had managed to escape from the cages of your mind.
Is Iguro-sensei going to kiss me?
Yes. Rising again from deep within your frustrations on his subject and the pain that it causes you is this feeling. And it is slowly burning you into ashes.
That's why it hurts more when he tells you you're not good enough. That's why you didn't get angry at him when he did so. That's why you hated those people who spoke badly of him.
That's why you wanted his attention again like that night when he made you feel like a normal girl.
Yes, Iguro can be so difficult, but he somehow brings this comfort to you. You have no idea why, but it's like you've known him forever, and you've been longing for his presence.
He feels familiar, but he also does not.
Obanai's hand felt warm on your cheek. The chemistry professor suddenly found the courage to caress your cheek, which made you blush. But then, his next words killed those flusters in just a blink of an eye, rubbing salt on your scars.
"You did well, Y/N-san. Keep it up, okay? You'll make Shinobu proud."
Those words. That name.
You almost found yourself shutting down. Now, all you can think of is: How did he know her? And if he has known her for a long time, why is he just telling you this now?
Turning to look at him with wide eyes, you've witnessed how Obanai took off his face mask. Yes, this is the first time you've seen him without that.
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And yes, for the very first time, he looked so familiar that seeing his face now brought back your old memories from the foster home to haunt you.
Flashback:
"Shinobu-san, who's that boy with Mitsuri-san? Is he new here?" 
"Oh, I don't know his name but yes, he's new. Don't approach him, though. He seems to be afraid of girls. I don't know why, though."
"Afraid? That's weird. He seems to be okay with Mitsuri."
"I know, right. Enough questions. Let's just study inside. Ne-chan told me that you'll be a Kocho soon! So you'll need to learn lots about science!"
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"Hey. That snake will bite if you hold it that way."
"Oh! Sorry— Um, you're Mitsuri-san's friend, right? You're not afraid of me?"
"Oh..."
"Oh..."
"Anyway, don't hold it like that. Aren't you afraid of it?"
"No..."
"Hey! Why are you playing with a snake?!"
"Oi Shinobu-san! Mitsuri's friend was—Oh, where is he?"
"Huh? That boy? He's not supposed to be here... Perhaps he ran away. I heard he had been adopted. But you know what? Let's just go inside. Leave that snake alone."
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"Shinobu-san! I know that guy..."
"Yep. He's that kid from before. He's all grown up too. I guess, we'll be co-workers now? He'll be volunteering here as well to teach science with me. Anyways, Mitsuri's also here, she'll be teaching art. You should meet with her soon!"
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"Iguro-san? Y-you look... familiar..."
"Yes. You've met me and Kaburamaru before."
"You are kidding right? You can't be that boy from the foster home. Mitsuri-san's friend? My sister's co-worker? You died... You're already dead... Like them..."
It seems like your words have stunned Iguro. Regret started to paint on his face as he looked away from your wondering expression.
But here you are now. Answers. You need answers. If he had known you all this time, he must have known the trauma that you experienced when you saw the foster home getting burned with Shinobu, Mitsuri, and that unknown lad, who is apparently him, as they tried to save the children that they had been teaching science four years ago.
Why is he here now?
You shove Obanai away and glared at him. "This must have been a sick joke, sensei. You can't be that boy with my sister... No one has escaped that fire that night."
"I did, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to save your sister and Mitsuri."
"It's all too much for me now. Can I go?"
Tears suddenly escaped your wide eyes, and there, Obanai felt his chest tighten. He had expected you to react this way, but no matter how he practiced it, he could never prepare himself for the real thing.
Just like how he wasn't prepared to see his first love get burned to ashes before.
"Y/N, I'm sorry." Obanai tried to touch you, but then you swatted his hand away and gave him a glare.
Your passion turned to anger as you felt betrayed. All you can think of is why. He should have been honest. What other things is he hiding from you, then?
"Y/N, I never knew at first that you were Shinobu's sister. I heard she has siblings, but I didn't even know who they were. I and your sister barely had any encounters before except when we were teaching the kids at the foster home. How could I know?"
You didn't speak. You wanted to hear more.
"I mean, it just dawned on me when you told me about your memory back when you were 5. That's the only time I managed to fit in the pieces."
"What do you mean?"
"You're that little girl I saw when I was 12. The girl whom Kaburamaru almost bit. You had Shinobu's surname, so you got adopted by them. So that's also why you were gone when I came back to visit. Y/N... You were here with me all the time. It was all late when I realised it."
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
Obanai's eyebrows creased in frustration. "What should I say then? 'Hi, I'm Obanai, the boy from the foster home who also didn't manage to save your sister from the fire. How are you?'"
Sarcasm was obvious in his tone, which offended you a bit, so you decided to just leave. Perhaps this conversation shouldn't be happening right now. You want to move on. You're moving on, for goodness sake!
And now you're back to square one again.
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𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓠𝔀𝓠
But I swear, it'll be sweeter soon!
And yes, this will be in two-chapters as it is too long and too heavy than I anticipated XD
So see you soon on the next chapter!
Feel free to reblog, comment, and send a request! Will appreciate that my loves~
Wuvyouuuu! Just be on the lookout to our next series and of course, the ending of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮!
MDNI!
Ja ne~
~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸
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bomber-grl · 5 months
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Hiro Hamada + Artist reader
Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader (no pronouns used)
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He definitely asks you to draw him
Mostly to just get on your nerves but still-
He’d still want you to draw him even if it’s mostly all jokes and stuff
And if ur here reading this then ur most likely the artist of the family )
I see u
Anyway, he loves all your drawings
He’s always complimenting them and stuff
And if you’re into painting and stuff then he loves it even more
Honestly I kinda hc him as an artist too
And not like a young art prodigy way
But in a cringe 2012 tumblr art way
Just cuz he’s smart doesn’t mean he’s good at art 😭)
He mostly just draws mecha suits and his projects and stuff
He also just draws u and him with that one anime art style everyone had in the beginning of their art journey
Beautiful 😍/s
He always leaves these drawings in ur backpack/bag man
U just wanna open up ur binder or notebook? Well jumpscare cuz of the whiplash those horrendous ass drawing broski be making.
Most cursed thing ever…
U can never escape
Anyway
Going back to him wanting to be drawn
U do draw him at some point, just not w much effort
Atleast that’s the one you actually give him
And he put it in his phone case to display it😍
True romance guys
Anyway, he ended up finding out you actually draw him /srs and not /j
And bc he’s super nosey once he sees ur sketchbook he just open that shi up
So when he skips through a few pages
Low and behold those beautiful ass masterpieces
Either that or u unknowingly accidentally left a drawing of hiro behind and cass saw them
She was so proud and impressed by u that she showed hiro
Regardless of either scenario,
Hiro never thought he could be perceived as good looking but he’s not complainin
Then here comes living hell
He gets a huge ass ego and starts teasing u
Stops cuz u started ignoring him 😭
Eventually apologizes but only agrees to fully drop it if u give him one of those scrumptious drawings of him
He’s so annoying 😤(cute 🤭)
Eventually tries to casually bring it up but when u press behind his and knees and trip him randomly he knows to drop it
Embarrassing 🤭
But yea pookie bear loves your drawings
Real message sent to you by hiro, said in the third person)
Extra - def the type to draw cursed drawings of him as super buff or sum carrying u or vise versa w u as super buff and him all kawaii and shi
Timbers and shivered ✅
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A/n: hope you liked :))
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stargirldelight · 8 months
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Male reader (if you do male) & Sabo who’s annoyed at reader for leaving marks on his neck that are VERY visable.
Reader is just giggling and a smug little shit.
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• Marked N' Mine | Sabo x Reader •
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• A.N: Hello precious! Thanks for your request, this is just a cute idea. I really hope you like it :)
•C.W: Gn! reader with male reader in mind, just some cute little fluff, very slightly suggestive.
Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated :)
• W.C: 650
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You cover your mouth in futile efforts to suppress your laughter, trying your utmost hardest not to wake up your lover fast asleep beside you. Truth be told, you always loved leaving traces of sex on his skin, just about anywhere was free rien. Your love knew no bounds, and the marks all over his skin prove it.
Except there was one problem...he absolutely hated them.
Not your display of affection on his body. No, never that. His line of work was one of civility and professionalism and no matter how artistic his neck looked, it simply wouldn't cut it. Your finger hovers over the pruned skin, lightly pressing into it, he twitches.
Perhaps yesterday was rougher than others, you thought since dull red lines of scratch marks on his chest were a lot more evident than usual, paired with the blushed bruises trailing from the base of his neck to his jawline. Sure he'd be mad at you later, but right now...he looked like a fine work of art.
You once again, caress your thumb over his defined neck, admiring the finer lines and details of his colored neck. Pulling out your phone, you take a picture of your masterpiece, in absolute awe of how gorgeous he looked as he nuzzles so peacefully in your hands, you almost felt bad for doing this to him.
You chuckle to yourself at just how mad he'd be, when his eyes flutter open weakly, shutting at the bright sunlight peering through the window, but reopening to see you laughing on top of him. "Good morning love..." his voice croaky, he grabs your hand from his neck and pecks your knuckles.
Such a sweetie...too bad it wouldn't last very long. "What's so funny?" he inquires all too curiously for his own good.
You just couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into a fit of non stop laughter as he gets up frantically over to your doubled over figure. "W-what is it?" he asks timidly, ultimately the realization of what you did dawns upon him, running towards the bathroom mirror in nothing but his briefs.
He's quite perceptive, he was almost sure of what you did the way you looked at him as if a child drew all over his face. Low and behold it was exactly what he thought. "Y/n!" he shouts from the bathroom, voice cracking. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." He paces the room worried.
"I have work today, y/n!" he says, running his hands through his hair. "So? They look pretty hot to me." you say with a proud grin. "Yes! But what would Dragon-san think?" "That you have an absolute freak in the sheets?" you point out the obvious.
"He does NOT need to know that!" he says with a furious blush on his cheeks. You get up and take his flustered face between your palm, "Oh, so you do think i'm a freak?" you whisper in his ear, leaving a kiss on his cheeks, unfortunately for him, he loves you so much.
"How do I hide this from him?" a slight pout etched on his face. "Well, maybe you won't have to..." You prance toward the nightstand as he stands there as confused as ever when you pick up his phone, entering his all too familiar password you dial a number, bringing up to your ear.
"Yes, hello?...Yes hi, Sabo actually isn't feeling very well today yaknow?...mhm totally coughing up a storm..." you speak into the receiver, mumbling "hmmm" and "will do" convincingly till the brief call comes to an end. He silently laughs into his palms at your outrageous lie just to keep him home.
You turn on your heel with a smirk, "Why don't we make more?"
Meanwhile...
Dragon hangs up the phone sighing, rubbing his temples between his fingertips. "What's wrong?" koala asks politely, patting the old man's back.
"Y/n's keeping him.....again."
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lacroixqueen · 1 year
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made your mark on me, a golden tattoo tattoo artist sevika x reader AU (18+)
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Summary: you are getting your very first tattoo and sevika just so happens to be your tattoo artist. flirting and sexual tension ensue.
Pairing: tattoo artist sevika x reader AU
Word Count: 3357 (she's LONG)
Tags: soft sevika, unresolved tension, useless lesbians, gay panic, tattoo artist, tattoos, tattoo parlor
You shifted around the seat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlor for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of a single minute. For some reason you were a lot less nervous on the way here than you were literally waiting for your tattoo artist to set up the room and look over your art samples. You told yourself that this was something you were going to get done if it was the last thing you did. 
I mean, for God’s sake, it was a brand new year, and you wanted your first tattoo to be something special, to carry meaning that only you will understand. Kind of like a little inside joke. 
Apparently the tattoo artist you selected.. Sevika was it? Was quite well known throughout Zaun for several amazing masterpieces. She was attentive to detail, cared about each and every single one of her customer’s needs, and really wanted to make the best product possible for her clientele. 
You crossed one leg over the other, folding your arms across your chest and heaved out a little sigh. She better damn well be. The waiting list for her business was about three months long. You made sure to do plenty of research before committing to something as permanent as a tattoo. I mean, it will stay on your body for the rest of your life. Perhaps even into your death. 
You shuddered at the thought. Whatever. No matter what, it was far too late to turn back now. You already submitted your deposit, gave the artist the design you had in mind and for crying out loud, you were already here at the goddamn place. So might as well get this over with and try to have as few regrets as possible.
“Y/N?” a low and raspy voice called out from the back of the tattoo parlor. “I’m ready for you. You can come on back now.”
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She was ready for you. Okay. What does that even mean? You stood up, dusting off your skirt and took a final big deep breath. 
Just stay calm, you reassured yourself. Everything will be alright in the end. And if it isn’t, heck, maybe there is a surgeon in town who can remove it altogether and you can forget this even happened. Maybe that’s a bit of an overexaggeration. 
You were greeted by what you could only describe as one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Sevika was tall. And just by the looks of her right shoulder and arm muscles bulging from underneath her black tank… you could tell she worked out. Like a lot. She was also smoking a thick cigar between her lips, so her already godlike silhouette was wrapped around in a dreamlike haze.
You muttered a little curse under your breath. As if matters couldn’t get possibly worse, your tattoo artist was hot. As in, very very very hot. This was going to be a long afternoon. 
“You can take a seat right here,” she said with confidence, slapping the tattoo bed with a resounding echo. 
“Oh, uh, yes okay,” you stammered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before hoisting yourself up in a less than dignified fashion.
 
“Are you nervous, Y/N?” 
Oh no. From the corner of your eye, you could see she was smirking quite noticeably. Her eyes flicked over you just slightly. Shit. Was she checking you out? You didn’t even do your makeup properly today because you had no idea what she even looked like. If you had known earlier that she was this drop dead gorgeous piece perhaps you would have put in a bit more effort. You win some, you lose some, you suppose. 
“J-just a little bit!” you squeaked out. “It’s my first tattoo, so I have no idea what to expect.”
“Well, let me just tell you that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, Y/N,” Sevika chuckled as she slid closer to you on her artist chair with your designs in either hand. “If I ever hurt you, you can always tell me to stop and I’ll go slower, okay?”
“Thank you!” Oh god. She smelled so good too.
“Of course. Sooo.. I got to take a look at your ideas last night and I honestly think they are great.” You watched as the thumb of her mechanical hand peeled back a page to glance at the alternate design. 
“Really? You think so?”
“Absolutely. Although I think for this bottom part right here, we might need to make a small color adjustment since there might be some shading issues. And for the top corner here where it gets a little bit more complicated? I think I might do a little bit more dotwork to really flesh out the details. But uh, other than that, the stencil is essentially done.”
“Wow! Then, yes, perfect, let's just keep going then,” you gulped. Your eyes casually glazed over the extensive tattooing Sevika had all over her arm and neck.
“Excellent. So, I’ll just have you lay back and.. you wanted it on your side, right? Just lift up your top for me so I can have easy access to that part.”
“Oh um, sure!” You did as you were told, carefully unbuttoning your sweater and shrugging it off your shoulders. You then laid back, and lifted up your cami to reveal the right aspect of your body. 
“Lovely,” she replied. “And.. may I?” Her mechanical fingertips lightly grazed over the top of your skirt. 
You nodded vigorously. “Of course!” 
With the most gentle touch you have ever felt, Sevika gingerly tugged your skirt down a little bit more so it rested comfortably on the roundest part of your right hip. She did the same with the pink lacy fabric of the thong you had on underneath. You tried to take a small breath as quietly as possible. 
“Cute panties,” she commented almost a bit too nonchalantly before turning her back to you to slip on some latex gloves and ensure her work tray was all in order. 
As if you weren’t already flustered beyond belief, now you might as well have been an uncontrollable mess. “Th-thanks! It’s from um, the store.”
She laughed ever so slightly. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sooo.. for the design. Were you thinking of having it more..” She trailed her gloved fingertip from your pantyline to the top of your chest. “Or more like here?” She ran her other hand over the curve of your waist all the way down to your hip. 
“Uhm.. maybe kind of like.. both? If that makes sense? Like it can sort of spread from..” You gently took her wrist and guided her finger from your belly button all the way to the divot in your waist. “Like that?”
“Hmm.. yes. That should be perfectly fine.” She smirked a bit when you immediately released her arm from your grasp as if you were overstepping a boundary.
 
Without another word, she quickly sprayed some isopropyl alcohol into a wipe and proceeded to sanitize the area. “This might be a bit cold, I’m sorry babe.”
Babe? Did she just call you babe? Does she call all her clients babe? Or is it a little pet name that she only has reserved for you? 
“I-it’s totally fine!” you yelped. But she was right. It was quite cold. She could tell you were lying through your teeth when your tummy suddenly clenched up. 
“You can’t tense up just yet, doll. I haven’t even gotten the needles out,” she chuckled, lightly slapping your hip. “I need you to loosen up a bit, I don’t want you to be too tight.”
“R-right!” you replied. “Definitely don’t want that.” After a brief pause, you struggled to figure out if there was any sort of double meaning in her words. Or maybe you were just overthinking again. 
She let out another hearty laugh and proceeded to massage in some warm lotions into the side of your body. “Just try to relax, hun.” You did as you were told, closing your eyes and making a futile attempt to count numbers. But she wasn’t making your life any easier with all these pet names. And why did her fingers have to feel so goddamn good simply by rubbing cream into your skin. It felt like it was working some type of dark magic, undulating in soft, round circles and moving rhythmically over your waist. 
You could have melted into her hands right then and there. 
“Okay, and now the stencil. This will feel a little bit wet, alright?”
You nodded your head, biting your lip so you wouldn’t accidentally yelp out. For some odd reason, even though you two just met, you felt very safe with Sevika. Like you could entrust your entire body and soul to her and she wouldn’t hurt any of it even if she was fully capable of doing so. 
She smoothed out the stencil exactly over the part of your stomach and waist that you pointed to. She gently kneaded it into your skin, taking extra caution not to be too rough with you. 
With one smooth motion, she removed the stencil and quickly leaned over you to ensure no detail of her handiwork got disrupted. That no stone was left unturned. 
“Looks… just about.. perfect,” she muttered quietly. You could tell her tone has shifted slightly from the flirtatious one she took on earlier. Suddenly she was laser focused, ensuring that nothing, absolutely nothing would disturb the intricacy of her artwork. 
“Great!” you chirped awkwardly, craning your neck over to see the stencil art. Good god. It looked absolutely breathtaking. Her line work was truly something out of this world. And she really did pay attention to every single request you made in your design. “Wow.”
She looked up, locking your gaze with the utmost intensity. “Yeah.” A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was quite pleased with herself. 
She turned around to power on her tattoo machine. 
“This part is going to hurt just a little bit, okay?” she spun around in her artist chair to check on you.
 
You nodded your head and exhaled ever so slightly. “Okay.” A giant lump was starting to form in your throat and you could feel yourself getting a bit worked up. 
Sevika immediately held onto your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “If it ever starts hurting, just let me know and I will stop right away.”
“O-okay.”
“We’ll start with the first line. Take a deep breath and count to three for me, alright princess?” Sevika said as she positioned the tattoo gun at an angle to your skin. 
Oh my god. Princess?! She definitely does not call all her clients that. Alright. Big deep breath. One.. two.. three- 
The searing hot needle pierced into your skin like a knife. 
“Ah~!” you let out a small cry and Sevika immediately stopped midline.
 
“Too fast?”
“A little bit.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ll go a lot slower this time.”
You nodded and took in another breath. You felt Sevika’s gloved hand slide over the curve of your waist as she positioned herself to gain a little bit more control over her line. By god did her cologne smell amazing. When she leaned over your body, a few short pieces of her bangs would fall out and just barely graze over your exposed tummy. It was definitely getting a bit difficult for you to concentrate on your breathing and counting. 
Sevika proceeded to carve out the central line of your tattoo design. She worked slowly and methodically, usually in complete silence. But for some reason when she was around you, she felt the urge to keep pushing the envelope and testing your limits. 
“Good girl,” she would coo gently when she noticed your stomach beginning to relax. 
“That’s my good girl..” she would say again when she finished a piece of detailing while you stayed quiet and still. 
You would moan softly every now and then when you felt the needle dig into your skin and Sevika would respond by going just a touch slower and smirking to herself. Secretly, she loved hearing how adorable and helpless her clients sounded when she sank the tattoo needle deep into their skin. Her sadistic nature was one of the primary reasons she decided to go into tattooing as a prime business. 
To have someone completely in her control, at her disposal. To leave a permanent mark on their bodies that would forever remind them of their experience with her. To watch them writhe in pain, or sometimes even pleasure. It was like a drug she simply could not get enough of. 
And you. Something about the way you squirmed was extra fucking enticing and she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
In fact, she could feel you wriggling ever so slightly even now. “Stay still for me, angel.”
And you would immediately stop. Her voice was soft, but also definitively commanding. She needed to focus. To have you moaning and writhing was too much even for her. Her mind would begin to wander to dangerous places. 
Like how it would feel to start ramming into your cunt right then and there and watching how your sensitive body would react to her thrusts. How irresistible and beckoning your moans would sound as they ricocheted off the walls, encouraging her to pound into you so rough and so hard you just couldn’t take it anymore. How cute you would look clutching onto your sweater for comfort, or holding onto the sides of the tattoo bed for dear life. 
You would be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about a million hypothetical scenarios in your head. 
Having Sevika press her bicep over the top of your stomach to hold you still just did something to your psyche that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your eyes danced over the detailing of her own tattoo. It looked to be very intricate and well-thought out… wait a second. Was that supposed to be Zaun?! 
“Um, I-I like your tattoo!” you chirped meekly. “It’s really beautiful.”
“Thanks baby,” she smirked to herself. “I designed it myself, actually.”
“Do.. you call all your clients that?” you asked out of the curiosity that was beginning to kill you slowly. 
Sevika suddenly paused in the middle of her tattooing to glance over at you.
 
“Only my favorite ones,” she said with a wink before returning to her work. 
Oh my god. Why does she keep doing that? It’s starting to become unfair. Like she was getting off the high of torturing you and watching your pathetic reactions. And what did she mean by “favorite ones”? So she flirts with all her clients she finds attractive? What does that even mean?!
Every now and then, Sevika would sneak a glimpse over towards you. She loved the way your chain necklace rested so comfortably over the top of your collarbone. Or how plump and kissable your lips looked in the dim lighting of the parlor. Or how your legs were beginning to spread instinctively the closer her tattoo work moved to the top of your skirt. 
Sevika had to fight every last urge in her body to not reach down into your panties and start pleasuring you the way you deserved right then and there on top of that tattoo bed. But she knew she had a job to finish, regardless of how damn adorable you looked and sounded as she drew on the finishing touches of your tattoo. 
“Okay.. almost done,” she said. “You are doing so good, sweetheart.”
You winced a little bit when you felt the needle dig just a bit deeper than usual at the last pattern. Was she trying to tease you back there? Or was that absolutely necessary to finish off the line? Whatever. You tried not to overthink it, even though you have been doing so this entire time. 
“Alright..” Sevika hummed. “Why don’t you step off the bed and take a look in the mirror over there?” 
You did as you were told, hopping off and hobbling over to the full-length mirror across the room. You tilted your head to the side, gently lifting up your cami again to look over the tattoo. Wow. She really did a stunning job. You were a bit surprised, given the fact that she was flirting with you half the time. But holy.. every single piece of line art and dot work flowed so evenly with each other. The design came out exactly the way you had imagined it. 
Sevika gave out a low whistle of approval from behind you. 
You jumped a little bit out of surprise. Sevika had snuck up on you without you even noticing. And god. Just by looking in the mirror she was already towering over you. 
“It’s… beautiful,” you said softly. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”
“That’s wonderful,” Sevika replied. “Now, can you take your cami off for me, Y/N?”
“M-my cami?”
Sevika chuckled and raised up the medical grade bandage she had in her hand. “For this.” 
“Oh. Right. Yes. Absolutely.”
You gently tugged off your shirt and tossed it onto a nearby countertop to reveal a pink lacy bra. Sevika tried not to comment on it but she did in fact take note of how good you looked in it. And how badly she wanted to take it off you right then and there. 
Sevika stepped forward so she placed her thigh between your legs and carefully laid the clear bandage over the top of your tattoo. She gently rubbed it in with her thumb and index finger, making sure to smooth out any uneven edges or creases. She smiled a bit to herself when she felt how hard and fast your heartbeat was pounding against your stomach, or how much warmer your skin felt compared to before. 
“Perfect,” she said, quickly removing her gloves and handing you back your shirt. “So, for this bandage, think of it as like a second layer of skin that offers extra protection. Leave it on for the next few days. Then I would rinse it off with some warm water. Oh and, definitely moisturize.” Her tone shifted from flirtatious to professional and matter-of-fact in what felt like a split second. How did she keep doing that?!
“Y-yes ma’am!” you sputtered out, returning to the tattoo bed to shrug on your sweater and gather your belongings. 
“And the payment is already taken care of since I saw you submitted your deposit in advance, so I believe you are all set,” Sevika said. 
“Great! Um.. thank you Sevika. I was super nervous going into this but you definitely made me feel a whole lot better afterwards.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied, giving you another flirty grin. “Oh, and uh-” The tattoo artist went behind the front counter to dig around a bit until she fished out a slightly bent business card and handed it over to you. “Call me.”
“C-call you?! As in like- Oh my god. I’m.. not sure if I would feel.. I mean, isn’t this kind of fast?”
“I meant to update me on your tattoo healing,” Sevika chuckled. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess.”
“Right, right, no yes that makes total and complete sense,” you responded, folding the business card nervously into your palm. “Um.. well I guess I’ll.. call you.”
“Yeah.” She had already followed you to the doorframe and you were standing in the streets of the undercity at this point. “I’ll see you around, alright Y/N?”
“Okay! Yes. Um. Bye! Thank you!” You quickly scurried off into the busy crowds of Zaun, disappearing into the darkness once more. 
You were quite certain that if you didn’t act, that you would barely see Sevika again, save an occasional run-in at the liquor store or maybe a random night at The Last Drop. So you didn’t want to take any chances.
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indecent proposals | eddie munson
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warnings: a joking mention of death, fingering (f receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (m receiving), swearing, dirty talk, housewife kink??? i guess. a little. if you squint your eyes. this is content for adults aged 18+, if you are a minor please do not read this.
word count: 4k.
summary: eddie’s hands are too sweaty for his rings, maybe yours will do instead.
notes: i saw this idea on tiktok and it gave me many many thoughts. also count how many synonyms i found for hor i bet there is MANY. also uncut eddie please dont argue with me on this.
im a new blog, writing for ST for the first time so - if you enjoy the fic and want to see more, a follow would be v appreciated !
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Summer in Hawkins was an excruciating, unbearable occasion. The sun cast a blazing, humid hell upon the town, rendering it possible to do anything. Things that require no effort felt exhausting; like laying, almost naked on the floor of your boyfriends bedroom.
The heat was exaggerated trapped between these four walls, all efforts of ventilation made in vain, only letting in suffocating streams of firey warmth mix inside the makeshift pressure cooker that was formerly known as Eddie’s trailer.
Your genius idea of lying on the floor slowly made less and less sense, the skin on the back of your bare legs damp and sticking to the ground beneath you, unsticking when you peeled yourself off of it and slumping back besides Eddie.
“I’m melting.” Eddie groused, his voice low and mellow like talking louder would’ve required more energy, “I’m dying and melting into a puddle.“
“Please don’t make me laugh, it’ll make me sweat even more. It’s gross.” You giggled, fanning yourself off with your hands and basking in the short-lived coolness.
His eyes were closed when you shifted to face him, arms and hair splayed above his head as he tilted it towards you, huffing a sigh from his parted lips. Eddie was so effortlessly handsome. Pretty, even, like a masterfully carved sculpture with the way his limbs lay stretched out as if he was posed that way intentionally. Rogue curls slicked to his forehead from the thin layer of sweat, the finishing touches to a masterpiece. His face painted a vacant picture, a pale red glow settled high on his cheeks and dragged over his nose gifted from the sun with his lips lazily growing into a smile when he noticed you staring.
“You’re wearing too many layers.”
“I’m wearing a T-shirt and panties. Stop trying to get me naked, Munson.” You grinned, poking a finger into his bare chest as he chuckled, teeth fully on display under a mischievous smile.
“It’s only fair.” You snorted at his response, knowing full well his intentions, even if he was right - suddenly becoming overly aware of the cotton uncomfortably clinging to your back and sides.
Eddie was trying to get you on his level. A pair of tight fitting plaid boxers resting low on his hips, just above the patch of black hair that trailed up over his abdomen. A few black tattoos littered the area, sketches on his skin that you could probably recreate if you tried from the amount of time you spent admiring them, tracing them with your fingers.
Even his hands were unusually bare. The three chunky rings that he was never seen without were scattered on his dresser, only the thinner band on his opposite hand remained on his ring finger.
“Whatever you say, pretty boy.” You mumble, sitting up so you can lift the T-shirt over your head, which probably belonged to Eddie anyway.
Slowly, you grasped the hem of the shirt, inching it higher up your torso and over your breasts, letting your fingers wander over the newly exposed skin before discarding it on the floor next to the building pile of previously discarded clothes.
“Better?” Eddie wasn’t seeking an answer, just laughing to himself as he flitted his eyes up your body, letting them linger on your tits and then to your eyes.
You just smiled sweetly in response, sticking your two middle fingers up at him - a habit stolen from Eddie - before laying back beside him.
“So vulgar for such a pretty girl.” He scolded you, an air of mockery passing through his words, and with his gaze, your skin was burning somehow even hotter than it already was.
It wasn’t a new occurrence that he was calling you pretty girl, and it certainly wasn’t a new occurrence that you lay bare together, but everything combined set your senses alight. It was enough to have you sure the growing wetness at the apex of your thighs wasn’t sweat anymore.
You rolled over to face him, the arm underneath you mirror him, stretched above your head, the other resting on your side, hand covering yourself slightly; just enough so that your nipple was visible through your separated fingers. “You’re the one who taught me such vulgar things, pretty boy.”
Eddie tensed, chuckling to himself. “Yeah?”
The boy looked like his head was gonna explode, pupils dilating at the things running through his mind. All the vulgar things that he had taught you, all the vulgar things that he’s done to you. That you’ve done to him. Fuck, he really had corrupted you, and he loved every god-damn moment of it. He could spend the rest if his life watching you become more like him, turning you into his perfect little slut.
He lifted himself up, running his fingers through the hairs that fanned over his forehead before he hovered over top of you, his weight on his hands that he placed just under your arms. His scent encapsulated you - a mixture of weed, sweat and citrus from your shampoo that he stole. Something so distinctly Eddie Munson that it would only ever occur to you as Eddie, you wished you could bottle it and drown yourself in it.
One of his knees pushed between your legs, pushing it against your clothed pussy - enough that he could feel it pulse against his skin, wetness soaking through the white cotton barrier between the two of you.
You swallowed the excitement coursing through you. It felt like the blood running through your veins had been replaced by the beaming rays of sunlight shining down from above, being pumped through your system at a million miles a minute by your poor heart. She’d probably give in if Eddie looked at you like that any longer.
“Guess that makes you my dirty girl now then, sweetheart.” He mused, tongue dragging over his plump pink lips to wet them. “My pretty, dirty girl.”
“Your girl.” You nodded, eyes pleading with him, hoping he could see how desperate you were getting, hoping he’d give you just the tiniest fraction more of pressure.
Of course Eddie could see it - your desperation. He always could, it was his favourite sight. Which is why he wanted to savour it a little bit longer.
“No, baby. Want you to say it properly.” He spoke softly, one of his hands gravitating towards your throat, tenderly rubbing his thumb along the length of your jaw. He could feel the thrumming of your pulse the further his thumb pushed back.
Eddie sensed the words caught on the tip of your tongue. As if to encourage you, his thumb trailed back up towards your chin - tilting your head up, reaching up to pull your bottom lip out.
Eddie thought you looked so helpless. So pliant, letting him take control like this. “Don’t be shy now. Use your words, wanna hear you say it.”
“Your dirty girl.”
“Uh uh, not good enough.”
Eddie wouldn’t rest until he got the full sentence out of you. He could see you were a little embarrassed, and getting impatient - so his knee jerked forward, light enough so it put just the right amount of pressure on you. Your head fell back, pussy clenching around nothing and your clit positively pulsing as you whined and tried to thrust your hips up for more.
“Pretty, dirty girl.” You choked out, breathless. Voice barely audible as you repeated yourself. “Your pretty, dirty girl.”
“There we go.” Eddie cooed, dropping himself down onto his elbows to connect his lips with yours.
Your fingers thread through his unruly hair, noticing it’s damp at the roots before pulling him somehow even closer into you. The kiss is sloppy in all the best ways, the sticky, sweet remnants of the fruity popsicles that Eddie had been sucking on all day coating your taste buds. You feel his cock press into your thigh, and you have to pull away from the kiss, needing more, more, more.
Eddie’s lips are red and slightly swollen and shiny with a mix of your saliva. He doesn’t need you to tell him what you want. He just presses a prolonged peck to your lips, reluctantly pulling away again before attaching his lips to your neck, peppering a trail of kisses to the base of your throat.
“As much as I love kissing you, sweetheart, I’m gonna skip straight to the good part.” Eddie tells you, his hands slip under the band of your panties, cursing to himself when he feels how wet you are. “Is that okay with you?”
You shake your head frantically, words not forming in your brain through all the fog. If you could think straight, you’re sure you’d be thinking yes, fuck yes.
Eddie keeps his eyes on you as his fingers slip lower, gathering your arousal on the tips of his fingers before circling them around your clit in firm, controlled movements - picking the pace up once you found your voice, the sound of your relieved whimpers filling the room as he picked up the speed.
Two fingers touched around your entrance, pressing against it teasingly as they sunk in deeper. You welcome the familiar stretch, lifting your knees higher to give him more access as he started pumping them into you, hand meeting the roll of your hips. It was heavenly - you have to bite down on the skin on the back of your hand to muffle the moans escaping your throat when you squeeze around his fingers.
But then he stops, all progress made chasing your orgasm lost instantly and pulls his hands out of your panties. You shot up, an exaggerated frown weighing down your features making Eddie tut at you.
“I know, I know. I’ll take care of you in a minute.” He shushed you, an amused look poorly concealed on his face. “M’ fingers are too sweaty, and my rings coming off when i’m touching you because you’re so fuckin’ wet.”
Eddie took your jaw in his hand, tugging it down to leave your mouth hanging open, so he can rest the fingers coated in your arousal against your tongue, pushing them back until the taste of you subsidies, and he’s choking you with his fingers, and you splutter around them, making you reach up to grasp onto his wrist.
He grins as he removes them, loves seeing you look so messy for him. There’s a long string of saliva dripping down your chin, eyes red and glazed over from the gagging. None of the old porn videos stashed under his bed could’ve ever prepared him for you, any and all ideas he’d conjured up in his horny little mind completely surpassed by what you were willing to do for him.
“Take my ring off, baby.” He asks you, shaking his head when your fingers start to fumble with his. “With your mouth.”
It was like a constant assault on your senses with what he kept throwing your way. Your brain was in overdrive, sending out a million different signals to a million different places. Butterflies emerged in your tummy and trying to fight their way up out of your mouth, and journeying down to your cunt which was dripping now, a wet spot soaked through your panties and onto Eddie’s bed. Your heart was gonna beat out of your rib cage from pure and unadulterated anticipation, your clit finding the same rhythm.
He’s looking down at you, hair dangling in front of face. You could see the outline of Eddie’s erection, hard-pressed against the very top of his thigh with their own wet patch forming on the material. Just loose enough to obscure any details, making your mouth water more as you pictured all the intricacies of his cock.
You hear him hiss when you guide his ring finger into your mouth this time, wrapping your lips around it. Your tongue swirls around the tip of his finger, letting it dart down to his knuckle before you suck on it gently, giving your best innocent eyes as you look up at him through your tear logged lashes.
Eddie’s breath stuttered as he watched you, cheeks hollowed out and putting on a show for him. Your tongue traced around the ring, putting more pressure on the gem in the middle of it to twist it up and loosen it before using your teeth to pull it off. You let it sit in your cheek when you pulled his finger out, licking a stripe from the base to the tip as if it was his cock. He had to stifle a moan as he watched it, shaking his head in disbelief.
You put the ring back in his hand, so he could set it aside, but he shook his head again. Instead, he slid it onto your ring finger this time. “Keep it safe for me, love. Think you can do that?”
The ring was too big for your finger, loosely wrapped around your finger - if it was loose on Eddie’s big hands, there was never any chance of it fitting around yours but you nodded like a puppy anyway. The gesture went straight to your cunt, a wave of overwhelming emptiness hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Your eyes flickered from the ring, to Eddie, then back again before you couldn’t take it anymore and lunged yourself at him, smashing your lips together and mumbling a quick “need you so bad” against them. Eddie flew back, his arms coming around your waist to steady you when your chests collided.
Eddie obliged your request - like always, and flipped you around, kneeling behind you. His lips stayed on the back of your neck, cock rubbing against your ass as he angled you, hands on top of yours when he placed them against his headboard.
“Stealing my bad habits, wearing my rings. Really just showing everybody you’re mine, aren’t you?” Eddie asked, and you nodded again.
“All yours Eddie. Always yours.”
It was true. You were always gonna be his, you could feel it in your soul that your heart would always be property of Eddie Munson, no matter the circumstances. Your eyes focused on the ring again, sitting pretty on your ring finger as if it was an actual engagement ring.
You could feel his smile against your skin just as his knee slid between your legs to spread them, his cock pressing even further into your back. The close contact made you shiver, a cool chill - the first cool thing you’d felt all day - skipping down your spine. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, yanking them down til they pooled around your knees.
“Gonna be a good girl for me, darling? Take my cock so good like you always do?” Eddie leaned in close, voice barely higher than a whisper.
“Yes, yes,” You whimpered, pushing your ass further back hoping to find him behind you. It was embarrassing how much you needed it, pussy so wet that it was dripping down your thighs. “Please, Eddie. I’ll be so good, just need- need you to fuck me, please.”
His hand reached between your legs, a flat palm delivering a soft tap to your heat that made you jump before swiping it back, smearing your slick all over his hand. When you looked over your shoulder, he was pumping his cock in the same hand. His shaft was thick, just above average size - a pretty pink pale colour, with his head an angry, contrasting red peaking out from under his foreskin. His pre-cum mixed with yours, a slick sound with every pump.“Hold on to the headboard, baby.”
You brace yourself when his cock slips between your legs, bumping your clit a few times before pushing into you - the stretch so much better than his fingers, that started to dull in comparison.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Fuck, baby.” Eddie hissed, forehead dipping against your back when he bottomed out. He stayed like that for a minute, hands roaming your sides and squeezing your waist to compose himself before he finished right then and there.
Not that it made any difference, you were greedy, thirsting for his cock inside of you ever since you walked in to him shirtless with his hair all pushed back. It was involuntary the way your walls fluttered around him, pulling him somehow deeper as you squeezed him inside of you. You swore you felt so full you could feel his veins twitch inside of you.
“Feel’s so good, Eddie.” You moaned when he pulled back and slammed back into you. This angle had him pressing against new places, like every time he fucked you he found somewhere else to drive you crazy from.
Eddie couldn’t keep his composure for long, only a matter of moments before he was fucking you like a madman, like it were his last conquest. His whines sounding from high in his throat, weak and breathy and delicious.
His eyes caught onto his ring, your hands pressed against the wall, and he picked his pace up again the sounds coming from him changed. Groans deep and guttural at the sight of his jewellery. His claim on you, the grungy fashion of it rather than a dainty, diamond band like he thought about at night, picturing you in a virginal white wedding dress. All poofy and innocent, a princess. His princess.
“You like my ring?” He asked, one of his hands grasping your hair and pulling you back to face him. “Should get you a real one, make you my wife. How about that? Make sure everyone knows you’re mine. My pretty little wife, with her perfect little pussy, oh- shit.” Eddie was breathless, letting his fantasies getting the best of him as they rolled of his tongue.
“Fuck, Eddie. Please. Forever, wanna be yours forever. Want you to fuck me like this forever.” You cried out, chin touching your chest as your head fell.
While his words were sweet, and full of love, his thrusts were unforgiving. The tip of his cock dragging over that sweet spot inside of you that had your thighs quivering, wetness spilling out of you and over Eddie, covering his balls and thighs and it made the sound of impact ricochet off of his walls. His poor neighbours, you thought, probably getting an earful. Listening to Eddie claim you, the idea of them hearing almost made you cum around him instantly.
There was a tightness in your abdomen, familiar and welcomed as it spiralled. Eddie was close too, you could tell by the way his hands groped at your tits, pulling you back into his chest - he had to be as close as possible to you when he came, craved the intimacy of it all. You felt it too, like you could never be close enough to him, always craving something more. Your hands reached behind you and grabbed onto his ass, pulling him into you in time with each thrust.
“Gonna make you my real wife one day, take real good care of you, angel.” He growled, teeth nipping the damp skin of your shoulder. His fingers switched between pinching your nipples and rubbing them with the pads of his fingers, one of them working their way down to toy with your clit.
“You always take care of me,” you shook when you spoke, jerking against him with all the stimulation. “Always make me feel so good, god, make me cum so hard.”
The last part was more of a warning, that ball of tightness in your stomach just teetering on the edge of an ache. Eddie was right there with you, thrusts sloppy and head bowed on your shoulder. You could feel his chest heaving against your back, sweat slicked bodies stuck to each other.
“You can let go darling, wanna feel you cum for me. Please, I fuckin’ need it.”
His voice was so broken, his begging sending you over the edge from hearing how fucked he was. Your eyes pinched shut as you stiffened, a scream filling the air as you came around his cock. His fingers continued their assault on your clit as he rubbed you through your orgasm, pussy clinging onto him as if your life depended on it.
“Atta girl, come on. Give me all of it.” He murmured, slowing his pace as you went limp against his body, gently bringing his thrusts to a stop.
“Want to cum in your mouth, sweet girl. Can’t stop picturing you with my fingers earlier.” He pleaded, eyes rolling back as he watched you kneel on the mattress before him, pressing a loving kiss just above the black tufts of hair decorating his pubic bone.
His cock was covered in your slick, and leaking pearls of silky white precum beading at his slit. He looked so handsome from where you knelt, body shiny with sweat, his mop of hair messy and out of place. “Love this cock,” you moan, gathering the fluid on the tip of your tongue. “Love how it feels in my mouth, how you taste.”
“Stop talking before I cum, you haven’t even put me in ye- oh, jesus fucking christ.”
You had to fight the urge to giggle around him, taking jesus’ name in vain at such an unholy moment, cutting him off mid sentence. All you could taste was yourself as your tongue swirled around his length, taking him fully into your mouth. You’d learn to hum when he hit the back of your throat, it stopped you from gagging, and the vibrations made his thighs tremble and thrusting farther into your mouth.
“Think you were made just for me. Your mouth, your pussy, everything. Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.” He strained, jaw straining as he gritted his teeth, grabbing your head to hold it still.
You thought that too. Thought you were put onto this earth to love that boy, to take care of him. Built to please him.
The warning came just in time, his cum spurting down the back of your throat as you swallowed around him, taking every last drop he could give before sitting back on your knees.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Eddie said, catching his breath before pulling you into a sweet embrace. Kissing your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose before pressing a kiss against your swollen lips. “So amazing.”
“Yeah, you tell me all the time.” You giggle, returning the kiss before laying down to recover. Eddie just grinned at you, leaning down to kiss your stomach before wandering off to the bathroom to find a towel, muttering something about him being so lucky on the way.
He cleaned you up when he returned, crawling on top of you and resting against your chest - head nestled between your tits, his breath tickling your skin. You basked in the comfort, so content with the boy laying there with you. Your fingers threaded into his curly hair, fiddling with the strands as you enjoyed the silence between you. It was comfortable, no awkwardness, just a sweet moment between two lovers completely and utterly smitten with each other.
You only just noticed his ring again as you made small pleats in his hair, all of those things Eddie said about making you his wife coming back to your mind. You smiled, wider than you probably ever had before, glad to know that was something he thought about, that he wanted to commit to you like that.
“So, Munson. When are you gonna propose?” You laughed, feeling him chuckle into your skin too.
“Was that not good enough for you, sweetheart?”
“Hmm, didn’t think you were serious. Too horny to think straight.” You joke, only half meaning it.
“I’ll do it so much better than that, don’t you worry. But you can keep my ring for now.” He said, lifting his head to look at you. “Think of it as my promise to you.”
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justenjoythegossip · 2 months
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CHRIS IS GETTING PAID HANDSOMELY FOR HIS EFFORTS…
Autumn is over so it’s time to get back to work…
Chris has finally grown tired of looking at leaves and trees changing colors. Also all that reflecting he did with his kind of wife must have become tiresome. Pottery and weed will have to be put on hold for a while since he is getting ready to get back to work. He had said that there won’t be another year with 3 movies. But this coming year already has 2 and according to rumors there’s more in the pipelines. 
Chris is getting the best opportunities he’s had in a very long time…
Certain blogs (trolls/plants) were obviously lying when they were stating that Chris was blacklisted. He didn’t agree to this shitshow, so that he could retire in the sunset with his Nazi “bride”. We knew that there would be payment for all of his efforts. Sure for a lot of us, his efforts selling this RS/marriage didn’t look that great but they were good enough for his masters anyway. And it was all that mattered in the end. 
And now he is getting his reward. Look at the 2 gigs he just got. 
Honey Don’t is directed by Ethan Coen, a multi academy award winner. And Celine Song (the director of the materialists) just directed Past lives which is considered by many to be a masterpiece. And I personally agree, that movie is extraordinary.
Sure we don’t know how these new movies will turn out but these are the most exciting projects he has been a part of since Sunshine by Danny Boyle and Snowpiercer by Bong Joon-ho. If you exclude his involvement in Marvel of course. 
So Chris is getting amazing opportunities at the moment and yet it makes little sense. 
Payment for the PR shitshow…
Not that Chris is not talented. I do believe he is. But he has recently starred in many panned movies, that were not only flops commercially but critically as well. And he just got his first nomination for a Razzie award. Actually he even got 2 nominations at the Razzies. Red One looks like another disaster in the making. His numbers on social media are plummeting. The engagement is quite low. So the math ain’t mathing. But actually it does…
Anyone who had followed Sebastian Stan’s own shitshow knew of the great opportunities Seb got after it and is still getting to this day. Chris is following the very same route. Anyone who is excited to see Chris in these exciting new projects needs to understand that this PR shitshow was the price to pay for it. 
Most actors go through ups and downs. Sometimes the downs can be terribly long and horribly painful. By agreeing to this PR, he has taken a shortcut. He has taken the easy way out. Or the lazy way out I should say. I do consider what he did to be a lot more difficult for the soul though. No one is in his shoes and we can't judge. All we can do is to wish him the very best and hope that all of this was worth it.
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giggly-squiggily · 1 month
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It’s the way I was gonna send this earlier but got distracted-
gojo and geto blurb that is in my head bc I just watched hidden inventory arc.
No it is not canon, no I don’t know how their powers work
AND NO THERE ARE NO SPOILERS ❤️❤️❤️
“You haven’t slept in two days, and you aren’t planning on sleeping again tonight, are you?”
I’m just so deep in thought abt this scene bc yeah. So here’s how I think the scene shoulda gone bc Gege is a coward:
The two nights of not sleeping were catching up to him, and Gojo feels like he’s going to die on day three. His body feels like a lead weight, and he can barely move. His eyes are burning, but he can’t dare to close them. He has to keep on full alert for… reasons.
Geto comes in and sees him in the state he’s in. His heart immediately drops. Gojo looks like he’s about to collapse.
He comes up next to the chair and places a hand on the white-haired sorcerer’s shoulder. The man jumps a good few feet in the air. “Shit- Suguru, you scared me.”
“Sorry, Satoru,” Geto whispers. “How’re ya’ holding up?”
“Decent,” Gojo hums, accentuated with a yawn. “I think I can smell shapes now.”
The brunette exhales a chuckle, kneeling to the left of the chair. “Yeah? What does a circle smell like?”
“Like a-“ he yawns, subsequently rubbing his sore temples. “Like- like uh- yeah.”
“I agree,” Suguru replies, turning off the lamp before slowly bringing his hand up to thumb at his friend’s thigh. “I’m sorry you have to be up for so long.”
The two are left in darkness, causing Gojo to release a loud sigh of relief “I’ll be fine… I’ve got you with me.”
The whisper in Gojo’s tone lets Geto know that his friend is about to cry. “Switch with me.”
“What?”
“I said switch. Let me sit.”
“Hah? Suguru-“
“Satoru, stand up.”
Begrudgingly, and with great effort, Gojo manages to stay upright for about four seconds before his knees and thighs fail and send him back down. He sits in the brunette’s lap, head hanging low.
“There you go… yeah… shh… let go, Satoru; it’s okay...” Geto soothes as he pushes the latter’s head against his chest. “You just get some sleep, and I will keep watch.”
“But-“
“Satoru-“
“Suguru, I can’t.” There’s pain in his voice. Geto can feel the shaking of Gojo’s body as tears burn behind his eyes. “I-I have to p-protect-“
“And you can’t protect them while you’re exhausted,” Suguru soothes as he starts to comb through the white mop beneath his fingertips. “If they came after us now, what would you do?”
There’s no reply.
“Please…rest, Satoru,” Geto begs, hugging his friend closer to him. “It’s just us awake… you can be vulnerable now. You don’t have to be the strongest with me.”
With that spoken confirmation, Satoru shivers as he breaks down into soft cries. Suguru cuddles him with zero judgement and zero words spoken. He hums a soft song the two have always enjoyed as he begs the greater gods above to allow Gojo to sleep.
After a mere ten minutes, the white-haired male is sleeping soundly with residual tears on his face. Geto sighs in relief and hugs Gojo closer to him as he releases his cursed companion to watch over them all.
Gojo would probably be pissed at him, or he would pretend it never happened. But either way, Suguru smiles as he rubs his friend’s back and shoulders.
Tomorrow will have to be the judge…
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*inhales*
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
DUCKY! Oh my- *explodes* THIS IS EVERYTHING??? (and nah you're totes right Gege get on Ducky's level with this emotional ANGST) Gojo not taking care of himself and Geto having to step in feels so canon? And him humming songs while he breaks down GAH! I love this and I love them- thank you for sharing this delightful masterpiece I am in HEAVEN! *hugs a thousand hugs*
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best bls with external conflict (conflict outside the relationship)?
Hum, this one kind of answers this but it's not been updated in a while:
BLs With The Best External Conflict  
Until We Meet Again (Thailand) - will probably always top this list. It’s a perfectly executed story, fantastic well seeded plot twists, and the only BL I would love to see adapted by other countries or read professionally translated. There is a lot of internal strife but the conflict is the result of the sins of the past, so I think it counts.
Color Rush (Korea) - I lost my mind over the allegory and the perfection of the story to the point of forgiving it certain other sins in stiffness and low heat. The world-building is too simple for it to play well to a SF/F genre only audience but it’s absolutely groundbreaking for BL. (Color Rush 2 continues the story and while I don’t like it as a BL, and the plot is somewhat typical, it’s still better than most.) 
He’s Coming to Me (Thailand) - such a clever take on both paranormal romance and the cohabitation trope, what I love about this is how closely the story and the supernatural conceits are married to each other. Basically boy and ghost move in together, fall in love while they investigate murder. 
HIStory 3: Trapped (Taiwan) - Taiwan often struggles with story structure but Trapped is different. It has a baby murder investigation that promotes conflict between the leads, so the romantic tension is between plot and character, it’s so clever.
Long Time No See (Korea) - Catfishing assassins on either side of a turf war who fall in love not knowing they are on opposite sides. Or do they? Good fight sequences, mature characters, high heat, very suspenseful, AND an HEA. If you like KinnPorsche you will LOVE this one.
Bad Buddy (Thailand) - This was GMMTV’s flagship BL and it started 2022 on a BANG (okay no actual banging but you know what I mean), starring heavy hitters Ohm & Nanon in a pitch perfect university Romeo & Romeo masterpiece that will give you domesticity meets pain whiplash throughout and jet lag at the end. The conflict is all family and friend pressure, some of which is overworked, but it has great production values, killer acting, and some conscious effort to correct for half a decade of Thai BL’s anti-queer mistakes. Full review.
Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) - this has a 12th Night meets Cinderfella feel to it, plus some great story tricks like a plot that requires a historical setting (I love it when narrative elements are codependent).
Triage (Thailand) - a “correct the past” Groundhog Day story, that has narrative baggage I normally do not like but is so clever about time loops, I have to forgive it my own hang-ups. About a doctor who must save a boy to fix reality, but not in the usual way. 
Not Me (Thailand) - GMMTV gave us a dark disestablishment narrative (in a time of civil unrest) with established queer award-winning director Anucha and starring the biggest guns of BL, OffGun and IT WAS AN AMAZING THING to get to experience at the time - nerve racking but remarkable. But was it ACTUALLY BL? It certainly has a lot of BL elements, but in the end romance was not what this show was about, or even what it was genuinely trying to be as a performance piece. Still a special moment in Thai cinema, certainly worth your time. Don’t worry, it all ends happily. Full review.
The Eclipse (Thailand) - GMMTV does gay Blacklist with a good boy/bad boy pairing. Starred First & Khaotung plus the side dish pair from FUTS NeoLouis. This is a good show but the cast was excellent and the leads were absolutely flawless elivating it beyond good. They gave us a nuanced and multifaceted burgeoning relationship: philosophical (and socio-political) conflict contrasted to moments of empathy; flirtation contrasted to moments of genuine affection. This narrative is less about love than it is about courage and tenderness. However, near the end the pacing was off and the plot frustrating. Still, this is an enjoyable watch, with an finale that features verbal consent and a funny blooper reel.
Others to try
You Make Me Dance
Manner of Death
Tinted With You
3 Will Be Free
Great Men Academy
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Concept: A cannibal cook is in love with the little pie-maker next to restaurant. His little lady loves his meat pies and always ask him to give her his secret, and all he says is “everything is in the meat”. —anonymous
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a/n: sorry about the inactivity, haven’t been feeling too well the past few weeks;; i’m going to do my best and get another concept out by tomorrow after this one. enjoy!
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—tw / tags: gn reader, cannibalism, unknowingly being fed human meat, meat eating, murder / death, mentions of feederism?, gore, general yandere themes, sfw, long post, unedited —featured character(s): cannibal butcher / chef
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“It’s all in the meat, darlin’.” His chuckle was a boisterous one, the kind that warmed your chest in a funny way and had you sticking out your bottom lip in a pout. His crooked grin told you he had no intention of sharing his secrets with you.
You thrummed your fingernails on his glass countertop and kept your pouting. “Oh, come on, I shared my secret peanut butter pie recipe with you! Can’t you throw me a bone just this once?” You wrung and huffed, puffing your cheeks out like a child.
You were being silly—though exchanging one of your secret recipes for his financial support to keep your little bakery floating during a hard time was cheap trade-off (he wouldn't accept anything else when he caught winds of your bakery facing the risk of being closed down for good). The chef didn’t owe you a single thing.
 Still, his pulled pork was to die for. The best-tasting one you ever had, and it was even better than your uncle’s! You had to know how he bested over your uncle’s masterpiece.
The chef snorted, his smile beaming through his bushy beard. “Sorry, suga’, ‘fraid I can’t.” He teased, leaning closer to you with his elbow pressing on the shiny surface.
“Pleaseeee?” You pleaded, craning your head to meet his twinkling gaze and shooting him your best puppy-eyed look. You need to know.
He burst out laughing again and poked his finger on your forehead, dragging a scowl from your adorable face. “Lemme think about it, eh?” You flustered at how deep his voice was.
A quiet ding interrupted your parting lips, and the chef pulled away, glancing over to the roaster over in the back (or you think was a roaster oven, you weren’t sure) to where you couldn’t see. He slapped his hand on the countertop and clicked his tongue. 
“Your lunch’s about ready. Gimme some minutes, darlin’.” The chef pardoned himself and ducked away from his position into his kitchen. For a hefty guy like him, he was awfully quick on his feet.
While bustling himself around through the open window you peered through, you debated on whether to buy additional meats to cook at home. You weren’t low in your meat stock yet, but your uncle might appreciate rising to the challenge to beat the chef’s. 
When the chef emerged from his kitchen with a white Styrofoam box in hand, you pointed at one of his wrapped meats in his refrigerated sections, “Can I have the pork shoulder to go?” You accepted the box and absentmindedly handed over your card for the payment.
“Sure thing, hun. 5 pounders be okay?” The chef accepted your eager nod as his answer. He made quick work of it all, packing your newly acquired meat in wax paper. Settling your pork atop your styrofoam box, glancing your way with amusement when you rolled your eyes at how casual he was about propping it in your hands—literally, the chef rang you up.
Returning your card and tucking the paper receipt between your fingers, he leaned on his surface and grinned at the determination you wore on your expression, “Gonna try to beat out my secret recipe, eh?” He teased.
“It had to be your sauce.” You decided, replacing your card where it belonged, and minded your goods. You needed to hit up your uncle and see if he’d be up for experimenting with you.
“Sure, sure,” the chef’s chuckle was deep, rousing a strangely comforting feeling inside your chest. He waved you off, startling you out from your effort to sort out what exactly it was that settled in your heart. “You should get to eatin’, ya lunch won’t stay hot for long.”
“Oh, right!” You needed to get back to work—the baker’s work never ends. You scurried to the door and spread your fingers from your heavy box in an awkward wave. “Thanks, I’ll see you later, okay?”
“See you in a couple of hours,” the chef returned, resting his elbows on his countertop again and watching you hurrying back to your bakery through his storefront window. He’d have to wipe his surface down again, smearing it with some greases from his arms, but that was alright with him.
It was worth it seeing you. Worth knowing you’d be eating his meat that he worked so hard to perfect, just for you. Thinking about the image of you eating, had him salivating in his mouth.
He wished he could’ve watched you enjoying your lunch, knowing how oblivious you are to the truth of his secret recipe. It made his heart flutter and stirred something funny in his lower half.
You were a darling little thing. And he, was not.
He considered himself a tad on the ugly side, large and round, packing both fat and muscles. He was not a man most would consider perfect husband material (he certainly was not a pretty boy) nor did he have many clamoring to put a ring on his finger through his door.
Still, as he entered his kitchen and wandered inside the massive walk-in freezer he kept, he was keen on trying. To be that perfect husband material for you. Gazing across his hanged meats, most with exposed ribs and dark red meat ready to be cut and collected, he hummed and counted how many “pigs” he had left.
They were barely skeletons now, their heads absent from their bodies and tucked away elsewhere. Their brains were good ingredients for multiple recipes but weren’t popular with most common folks. What a shame, the chef absently thought, they were delicious when done right.
Anything else, like eyes and skin—all the soft bits he couldn’t make into ingredients, he’d ground up and feed to his hunting dogs. They enjoyed chewing on the uncooked bones too, though he made sure to get rid of anything far too big for them by bashing them into smaller pieces and throwing them into the grain feeds and old leftovers to the pigs he kept at his farm. 
Especially the teeth, fingers, and toes.
A shriveling sob, teeth chattering, had his head turning. He tutted and crossed his beefy arms, crinkling his leather apron, at the sight of a naked man balling into a corner. His skin was pale from the cold, with a layer of frost growing, and his white breaths were so thin that the chef wasn’t sure he was breathing at all.
One side of his head was bloodied though, with the red color frozen on his face. 
He didn’t use enough force earlier, it seemed.
“Pl—please…” the man begged, shuddering and rocking in a fetal position for what little warmth he had left.
Granted, the chef shook his head, he was in the rush to make his darlin’ the perfect meal, and didn’t hit him hard enough to kill him.
He should remedy that.
Closing in, he curled his hands into fists and pulled one over his shoulder. 
“No—no!”
Thwack.
Thin blood splashed the wall, but it was so minuscule that the splatter was hardly noticeable because of the cold. Scrubbing it off would be a pain in the freezer, but doable. The entire freezer was due for a good deep cleaning and proper look-over anyway. 
The man limped over to the floor and was no longer breathing tiny clouds of white. Gripping one of its arms, the chef dragged it off the ground and examined his latest addition.
He’ll need to gut it and slice off the good cuts.
It got good meats on it too, though some bits might be a mite too chewy. Even tough meats still have their places as good proper ingredients. They were especially good in stews, marinating in broth for hours until they become so tender they’d fall apart in your mouth. Ooh, that sounds so good…
A smile curled his lips at the thought of cooking this meat for you. 
As the saying goes, 
the quickest way to win your heart is through your stomach.
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