#pac x reader

[sydsaint]

My fav evil bastard man is back!! <3

Summary: PAC returns to AEW and finds that his old friend/lover has been swayed by Malakai Black to join his crew.

It's almost time for the main event involving House of Black. Buddy, Malakai, and Brody are all doing last minute adjustments to their gear and plans while you are Julia wait for them.

"Malakai." You approach your leader cautiously, not wanting to distract him from the task at hand,

"Yes, YN." Malakai turns away from Brody who he was just talking too.

You twitch under Malakai's intense gaze as he peers down and waits for your question. It's been almost a year since he saved you from a dwindling singles career and recruited you into the House of Black. You and Malakai have become close in that time. But the man still scares you to some degree. Just like he does everyone else on the team.

"Are you sure that you don't want me and Julia to come out there with you?" You ask Black. "You know that it wouldn't be a problem. And we could help ensure that Mark Briscoe and his friends are dealt with once and for all." You add.

Malakai shakes his head and puts a hand on your shoulder. "We can handle Briscoe and his friends, YN." He assures you. "Besides, Julia needs time to recover from her shoulder injury. And as for you, my dear? Well, you should be focused on finding a way to garner Toni Storm's attention." He reminds you.

"Right." You nod meekly. "Good luck out there, then. To everyone." You nod to Buddy and Brody.

Buddy and Brody both nod and Malakai turns back around to them. You walk back over to Julia and take a seat next to her.

"Sorry, YN." Julia frowns. "I know that you hate being cooped up in here all night."

"It's alright, Julia." You sigh. "But it's like Malakai said. I should be using my time to figure out how I can mess with Toni the most." You assure yourself.

Over the past few weeks you've taken notice that Malakai has been confining you to the locker room more and more. Usually he's happy to have you at his side and ready to handle potential problems. You're a wild and free spirit. So being cooped up like a caged animal has been slowly driving you nuts. But you trust Malakai. He pulled you out of a dark place after your last faction fell to pieces.

A little over a year ago you were happily involved with the Penta, Rey, and most importantly, Pac. Together, the four of you were a faction making moves in AEW. But then Pac lost his international title to Orange Cassidy, Rey broke his arm badly, and everything fell apart.

On the other side of the locker rooms backstage, Eddie Kingston has rallied the troops for his latest multi-man feud and is busy greeting his newest recruit. Fresh off of a bad shoulder injury, Pac.

"Pac, man. It's good to have you back." Eddie greets the self-proclaimed 'bastard' with a friendly shoulder bump and handshake.

"It's good to be back, mate." Pac nods. "Rumor is that you're dead-set on taking out the Jackson brothers and their new best friend, Okada?" He asks Kingston.

Eddie nods as the two sit down to chat for a bit. "Yep, that's the plan. Penta is already on board with it." He nods to Penta talking to someone on the phone in Spanish on the other side of the room. "And we could use your specific brand of violence and cruelty for this, if you're down."

"Of course." Pac nods. "I'm happy to help an old friend. And speaking of old friends. I can't seem to find YN anywhere." He wastes no time in bringing you up to Eddie.

"YN, right." Eddie nods. "I forgot you and her used to be a thing." He chuckles. "YN...she's been going through some stuff lately, man." Eddie rubs the back of his neck.

Pac tilts his head, worry crossing his face. "What kind of stuff? She's alright isn't she?" He presses Eddie to clarify things.

"Umm, not exactly the words I'd use." Eddie replies, beating around the bush as much as he can for fear of Pac's response to the news. "Pac, you gotta understand something man. After you lost the International championship and Rey broke his arm. Well, everything kind of fell apart." He explains a bit. "I tried to look out for YN as best that I could man. But I had my own shit going on at the time. And well, you know, YN, man. You can't keep a leash on the girl."

"Eddie! You're rambling." Pac interrupts his friends babbling. "Just tell me where she is. What happened to, YN?" He asks Eddie again.

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head, guilt written plain on his face. "YN's with Malakai Black and his buddies now, alright?" He finally gives Pac a straight answer. "Black picked her up about a year ago and she's been with him ever since."

"What?!" Pac jumps out of his seat. "You let YN get pulled in by Malakai Black?" He aims an accusing look at Eddie.

"Now come on man!" Eddie sighs and gets to his feet as well. "I said I tried to look out for her!" He reminds Pac. "But the girl doesn't listen to anyone, you know that."

Pac's jaw twitches in annoyance and worry. But deep down he knows that Eddie is right. Pac knows better than anyone that you can be one stubborn woman when you want to be.

Eddie studies his friends face and watch as Pac begins formulating a plan in his head to get you back. "Pac, bro, say something." He tries to get Pac's attention off of you for a moment. "Come on. What's on your mind? Where are you going?" He asks when Pac turns toward the door.

"I'm going to get YN back." Pac replies matter-of-factly as he strides toward the door like a man on a mission.

"Pac, wait!" Eddie hurries around the table and steps into Pac's way. "YN ain't the same broad you were seeing a year ago, alright?" He warns Pac. "Malakai's turned the girl into an animal. Just like he did Julia."

Pac shakes his head and shoulders past Eddie. "YN was always an animal. She was just excellent at hiding it from people." He insists. "She's still the same, YN. My, YN."

Eddie groans in frustration as Pac storms off in search of his lost love. He grabs Penta from the locker room and the pair head out to assist Pac in case a fight against Malakai and his boys breaks out.

Back in the HOB locker room, you decide to head down to the ring and assist your friends when it looks like they are in trouble. Julia's shoulder is bothering her, so you go alone. You make it out to the ring without a hitch and assist Malakai with Mark Briscoe. Malakai delivers a finishing blow to Briscoe and HOB wins the match so you join Malakai in the ring to celebrate.

You are in the middle of celebrating with your team in the middle of the ring when suddenly a familiar voice sounds over the arena speakers. Your head whips to the top of the ramp just as someone comes through the tunnel.

"YN! Tell me it ain't true, love! You've abandoned your friends for these fools?" Pac comes through the tunnel like a man on a mission and a microphone in hand.

"Pac?" Your heart skips a beat in your chest.

Malakai clamps a hand down on your arm and you turn to look at him. "Look who finally decided to come back, YN." Black peers down at you with an intense gaze. "Remember what I told you when we first met?" He asks you.

You swallow and nod. "That my friends would try and blame me." You recall your first encounter with Black.

"Mhm. And look what's happened." Malakai points up the ramp. "Pac comes back to AEW finally and what is the first thing he does? He points fingers at you. He's the one that left, remember?" Black whispers in your ear.

"Right." You nod. "I didn't abandon my friends! They abandoned me!" You begin to feel anger rising up in your gut. "He abandoned me. Not the other way around." You point an accusing finger toward the top of the ramp.

A sinister smile crosses Malakai's face at his expert manipulation of you. "Atta girl, YN. Now, are you going to let that traitor stand there and blame you for his misfortunes?" He asks you.

"No. No, I'm not." You shake your head. "Brody, Buddy." You turn to the pair standing idly behind you. "Take care of him, please." You ask them.

Brody and Buddy both happily nod before quickly making their exit from the ring. You watch the pair sprint up the ramp to confront Pac. Luckily for Pac, Penta and Eddie arrive just in time to occupy Malakai's goons. Pac breaks away from the fight and makes a b-line for the ring. Malakai remains at your side as Pac steps into the ring, his gaze transfixed on you.

"YN, love. Come on now." Pac begins his speech with a soft expression.

"Don't!" You put a hand up. "Every abandoned me, Pac. You abandoned me. No phone call. No letter. Nothing. You were just gone. And I was left alone. Alone to face everyone and everything we did together!"

Malakai watches your speech with a pleased expression. He's done it. He's managed to take a broken girl with the passion to be the most dominate force AEW has ever seen and sowed hatred and mistrust into her heart.

He's made the perfect weapon. And now here's the test to ensure that you are past the point of redemption and ready to be wielded like the gilded sword Malakai needs you to be.

"YN, I'm sorry, love." Pac takes a cautious step toward you.

"You're sorry!" You laugh. "Sorry? You don't get to be sorry!" You shout at him. "You don't get to show up out of the blue and expect everything to go back to normal!"

Pac takes a step back at your outburst and turns his glare onto Malakai. "You! What did you do to her!" He confronts Black.

"What did I do to her?" Malakai laughs. "You should ask yourself that same question, friend. You're the fool that abandoned, YN. I saved her! I gave her friends! A family that loves her!" He puts a hand on your shoulder. "Tell me, Pac. What did you do for, YN? Pretend to care about her? Lie and claim you loved her once? Only to abandon her when she needed you most?" He raises his voice in a fake protective manner.

"YN, please." Pac tries one last attempt to reason with you. "You have to know that I never meant to hurt you." He asks you.

You stare at Pac with a cold look in your eyes. "Well you did hurt me." You inform him. "And now you get to live with that sin." You step back, eyes directed behind Pac as Buddy and Brody make their way up to him after dispatching Penta and Eddie.

Brody and Buddy descend on Pac and Malakai leads you off with a directing hand on your back.

"YN! YN! I know It's not over!" Pac shouts in-between hits as Brody and Buddy reign hits down on him. "The girl I love is still in there! And I won't stop until I get her back!"

#wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #aew x reader #pac #pac aew #pac x reader #pac aew x reader #bastard pac #syd's wrestling fics

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

✨Masterlist✨

Welcome to the Laila Show, I write fan fiction for my favourites!

This is my Main Masterlist that shows all the fics I have written for the following AEW and NJPW wrestlers. I ONLY write for the following AEW and NJPW wrestlers. Feel free to leave requests through the “ask me anything” on my profile!

Requests are always open but might not be fulfilled immediately.

I ONLY write for the following wrestlers, you can make a request for another wrestler. Depending on who and what it is I MIGHT answer it.

Since Tumblr only allows 100 links per post if a wrestler has more than five fics they will have their own mastlist where you can acess them. Wrestlers with than less than five fics will apperar on this main masterlist! You can also see which wrestler has their own Masterlist on this main masterlist

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“Hangman” Adam Page

Pregnancy headcanons ✉️

Texas Death Match ✉️💎

The Dark Side Of The Moon 💎❤️‍🔥

Billy Gunn

Old Flame ✉️❤️‍🔥

Old Flame II ✉️

Old Flame III ✉️

NSFW Alphabet  ✉️❤️‍🔥

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Blackpool Combat Club

Fine Print ✉️

Single Mother

Cash Wheeler Masterlist

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Chuck Taylor

Enough 💎

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Birthday Blues

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Falling In Love

Pregnancy Headcannons

Nic Nemeth

Bundle Of Joy

Pregnancy Headcannons

Matt Jackson

Tumblr Girls 💎

Out of my league ✉️💎

NSFW Alphabet ✉️❤️‍🔥

The Final Show ✉️❤️‍🔥💎

Pregnancy Headcannons

Malakai Black

I do not write about HOB but I accidentally wrote this filthy SMUT with Malakai! Enjoy it because it's the only one lol

Saviour ✉️❤️‍🔥💎

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Jon Moxley

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PAC

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Preston Vance

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Samoa Joe 

NSFW Alphabet  ❤️‍🔥

Pregnancy Headcannons

Swerve Strickland 

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Leather And Lace ✉️❤️‍🔥💎

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[ghostficwriter]

Ease Away the Ache

Pairing / Form: Pac x Reader / Blurb Genre: Fluff Warnings: N/A Word Count: 360 Characters: Reader, Pac Plot: You have a headache, and while Pac’s kisses aren’t a cure, they are soothing.

It was no migraine, but the ache in your head was still most undesirable. You suspected a lack of sleep was the culprit, but such a balm could not be attained in the constraint of your schedule, at least for the next few hours. So for now, you gritted your teeth and set to work.

Quickly becoming entrenched in your task, you nearly jumped at the sound of your beloved’s voice behind you: “You’ll give yourself a headache, clenching your jaw like that.” Warm fingers gently rested across your jaw and behind your ears, rubbing soothingly, coaxing your muscles to relax.

“Too late,” your reply was quiet, “already had one.”

Pac removed his hands from your jaw and came around to face you, carefully brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Haven’t been sleeping well?” Pac knew you, knew the way you looked, the way you acted, when in pain and when in peace.

You nodded, and you melted tiredly and without protest into his arms when he leaned down and wrapped himself around you. His steady breath breezed across your shoulders for a moment before he lifted his head again, pressing his lips to your forehead in a long, soft kiss.

He sighed as he pulled back, “I wish I could take your pain away, my love.”

He meant it, you knew he did. And while he couldn’t actually erase the ache in your head, he could certainly ease it, in these small ways.

“My cheeks hurt too.” You looked up at him earnestly, not a note of jest in your expression or voice.

“Is that so?” He traced his warm fingers across one cheek, then slowly leaned in to kiss the other. Humming, he mirrored the process.

“And my temples.”

Pac’s lips crept into a small smile as he pressed a kiss to each of your temples.

“And my nose.”

Your beloved did not hesitate to oblige.

“And my neck too.”

Pac dutifully pressed his lips to the side of your neck.

“And,” you batted your eyes for effect, “my lips.”

Pac chuckled and drew in close, slowly, carefully, gently meeting your lips with his own.

#aew x reader #aew imagine #aew fanfic #pac imagine #pac x reader #pac fanfic #the bastard pac #bastard pac

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Surprised no one has requested yandere Pac headcanons yet!

Yandere PAC

An: I’ve written almost nothing for pac the whole time in here. Kinda odd. I’ll do my best, if it seems out of character at all I apologize

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @blaquekittycat @thesusbunny @writtingrose

Pac would be surprisingly soft to you

That’s probably what made you avoid him

Someone who’s harsh to everyone but you would be slightly uncomfortable

Which makes him think someone is making you distance yourself

So he figures out who he thinks it is and…takes care of them

And when that doesn’t work he moved to the next person

Then the next

And the next

Until you have no one

If you still don’t like him he will kidnap you

But is it really kidnapping of no one is left to look for you?

He doesn’t really punish you

He’s stronger then you, and knows you won’t go through with any threats

If he gets tired of it though he will sedate you

Just to calm you down

He has no problem killing; at all.

Even his friends

They ask to many questions, and he will take care of them

#aew #fanfiction #request #yandere #headcanons #aew headcanon #pac #pac x reader #yandere!pac

[heelwriting]

Headcanon: PAC + reader had a bad day and he helps them feel better

Fandom: Wrestling

First of all, how dare your boss ask you to stay two more hours just because he was too lazy to use the printer himself?

Anyways, you had to text your boyfriend to tell him you'd be late for dinner, but by 9 you had to tell him you weren’t going at all and by 10:30 you were finally on your way out

You were surprised to see Pac leaning against your car, he looked like he wanted to kill someone “do you want me to take care of him?” he said in a menacing tone “no I don’t want any problems, wait, why are you here? You said you were going to sleep”

His demeanor changed drastically, he was looking at the floor, fidgeting with a wristband, his voice was just above a whisper “I bought you dinner, and I wanted to see you” Your heart racing as he slowly talked louder “I didn’t want you to starve because that barbaric dipshit didn’t have the decency to buy you dinner” he was back to fuming, you smiled quietly “thank you”

He drove you home and went inside to eat with you, Pac had bought your favorite food and suddenly you were feeling much better, he looked at you while you ate, he was thinking about how happy you make him, Pac finished his plate and walked towards you, siting beside you he pressed his thumb to the corner of your mouth to wipe a stain, you froze for a few seconds

“What?” “ you had food on your face”

You went to the couch and he put on your favorite tv show, which he absolutely HATES “what are you doing?” “watching a show” “but you hate it” “but you don’t, so we’ll watch it until you feel better” you can’t believe it

You put your head on his shoulder, he might look stern all the time but he starts playing with your hair, eventually you fall asleep, he takes you to your room and leaves you sleeping

Your morning alarm goes off waking you up, you look around and realize you are in your room, you’re halfway through leaving the house when you notice Pac sleeping in the couch, you smile at his messy hair

“if ya keep looking at me you’ll be late for work”

#pac fanfiction #pac x reader #pac imagine #pac headcanon #pac

[lunarmoves]

They’d called you in because you were one of the best jaeger repair techs in the country.

But this… this was a challenge you were sure would be your biggest one yet.

A sort-of pacific rim au I’m cooking up rn! Shoutout to my roommate, who helped me with drawing yn LOOL took us an hour to figure out perspectives 💀

#unnamed au rn but like for now it’s #dca pac rim au #dca #dca x reader #daycare attendant x reader #the daycare attendant #dca fandom #fnaf sun x reader #sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf dca #dca au #dca fanart #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca x reader #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #sun x y/n #moon x reader #moon x y/n #daycare attendent #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x y/n #shay draws smthn

[cherrynwinesk]

As u Sleep pt.2 ~ Cellbit

Story g: horror (no love), not safe

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: supernatural creatures, blood, murders, horror. This is too violent, minors or sensitive people do not read, NOT SAFE, ONLY +18, (no sex, only violence)

CC's: Cellbit, Pac mention

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Pt.1

Master List

Cellbit was putting a body into a metal fridge

"Ugh, this one spilled a lot of blood" you said in greeting.

"Yes, he just arrived, he has been dead for a very short time so his circulation was still running very fast, you would have seen the first cut I made on him" he turned around and showed you his suit where there was a mark of blood from his stomach to his right shoulder. As if he had been wet with a small but powerful hose.

"Where does all the blood and organs you take from them go?"

"I put it in a thousand plastic bags with a biological waste label and the hospital takes care of throwing them away"

"In fact, Dr. Cellbit, there is not much waste at the end of the day even though up to 4 bodies arrive every day," the cleaner spoke behind you.

"Yes, I end up cleaning most of the blood with paper and absorbent towels, since it all remains on the metal tables when doing necropsies, and what remains is removed with the aspiration tube directly from the blood vessels," Cellbit replied to the man. I'm done, shall we go?"

Cellbit took his things from his desk and you left the morgue, you went to the nearest supermarket, there you stocked your pantry, laundry detergents, for general cleaning of the department or staff.

Once back home you began to put all the products in their place, some in the pantry, the refrigerator. You also found some of Cellbit's personal things, he had already gone to his room, so you decided to go take him. You knocked on the door to his room but he didn't answer, you knocked again a little louder and waited, when you didn't receive a response you assumed that Cellbit had some headphones on and couldn't hear, so you opened the door to enter. You had never entered his room, yet you believed that both of you were in considerable confidence to allow yourself to enter his room and he yours.

You entered and the place was very cold, almost to the point of matching the temperature of the morgue, you imagined that Cellbit had no problem with the cold and that he must be used to it. The place was dark and the door to his balcony was open, the only thing that illuminated the room was the moonlight and the reflection of the public light from the streets. Before fully entering the room you could see Cellbit outside, as you had thought, he had his headphones on and was browsing his cell phone so he was very distracted.

You decided to turn on the light so that he would realize your presence, the moment you turned on the light you could see what was inside the room, it looked much more like a smaller morgue. There was a metal table that apparently was used as a desk, on this table you could see a hand and in the process of decomposition, what terrified you the most was the refrigerator with a transparent door that was next to the closet. Inside the refrigerator you could see frozen organs, hanging from clothespins like socks drying in the sun. You were paralyzed, it shouldn't have surprised you much, you knew perfectly well that this was what Cellbit was looking at all the time. The lowest part of the refrigerator contained a metal tray where you could find bags of blood that are normally found in blood banks. Some bags were already in the trash can.

The moment Cellbit realized your presence he rushed to get you out of the room.

"What the fuck Cellbit? What's that all about?"

"It's work stuff"

Cellbit just closed the door in your face, you returned to your bedroom and tried to call your coworker who was your only friend after Cellbit.

With your trembling voice you tried to tell her what was happening, everything you had seen, your friend reassured you by telling you that she would help you investigate what was happening and that you should go to sleep tonight. You calmed down and immediately lay down on your bed and spent some time tossing and turning trying to fall asleep.

You woke up due to an immense pain in your stomach, the first thing you saw was how your best friend Cellbit stabbed you in the stomach and began to bite your neck, the pain began to decrease thanks to fear and adrenaline, you fought for that man who used to be your friend will let you go, but your sight was gradually lost until you couldn't see anything, didn't feel strength and couldn't move.

Cellbit had been listening to your panicked calls. He left you on your bed, stained wine red, your mouth communicated pain and your eyes open fear. Your nails who tried to attack your murderer in self-defense, broken.

Cellbit wiped the corner of her mouth with the crook of his arm, returning to his bedroom looking for a note and pen. In the dining room, he left a note as if it were another person, talking about how the coroner Cellbit had been kidnapped to be tortured for being the one who helps in criminal investigations, while his friend had had to die for being close to him.

Cellbit left the apartment in absolute silence, once on the street he took off the latex gloves he was wearing and set them on fire, then disappeared for at least a generation and returned when no one recognized him.

#cellbit #qsmp cellbit #cellbit soft #cellbit x reader #cellbit fluff #qsmp fandom #qsmp #qsmp pac #qsmp pactw #pactw #x reader #gn reader #ns/fw blog #sfw little community #male reader #fem reader #not safe fw #not sfw #vampire #vampcore #vamdemon

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Qsmp x Streamer reader (1)

Summary - A friend has asked you to join the QSMP to help fill some gaps in the lore and regain the viewership that qsmp has lost. So you get your very own event where most of the qsmp members finally meet you.

Warnings - None for this part

There is a chance for this to turn into a love trope of some kind but for now there is focus on fluffy platonic-ness

Masterlist

I sat down in my blue gaming chair and been to turn on my computer. Today I would be joining a new Minecraft world, one of my friends was an admin of this place. I had kept up with it mainly because I loved to watch my friend play their role, but I also had become friends with some of the streamers they already had in the world. I was a pretty well known streamer, definitely not anywhere near the level of most of them. However I was at a decent spot and I had the chance to meet a few of them occasionally. I hit it off well with Tubbo, Charlie and Philza. Through them I got to meet many more streamers and had gotten a collection of friends to stream with, however since I lived in the U.S.A, timezones made things tough. But I still made it work.

Anyways, my admin friend had asked me to be a new member of this lore and world simply because they needed someone to fill a few holes in the lore and it would benefit their time limit for the next bg lore drop. As most know they had just recently dropped the Purgatory double week bomb. After all the work that took and the time they had to use, now they needed to step up their game and make the next big lore drop. Of course they wouldn't tell me anymore than a summarized context of what my lore was going to be and also explaining why I was there.

If I was to summarize all of this better, I would say they needed me to help keep up the viewership or better yet the engagement. So they had more time to perfect the next lore event.

Absolutely nobody besides the admins knew I was joining the qsmp, I told no one. I had tweeted out after we had finalized the date and time for my entrance into the world. Telling my fans to clear their schedules during that date and time and big news was going down. Of course they began spamming that post with questions asking for more hints. I instead ignored the post and any questions regarding it from that day forth.

I typed in my password and opened up twitch, I had about 5 minutes left before I needed to start stream. So I quickly started up everything, me being me I had already pre-prepped hours in advance. My viewers would be given 5 minutes to join stream before I would start actually streaming. However while they danced to my stream starting soon music and replaying clip of sharks, I would be prepping on the qsmp.

Days ago my admin friend had kicked everyone off the qsmp so I could login and get my name changed. This way when everyone logged back on for the event today, no one could accidentally find out the secret before the event was over.

Finally it was time and I watched as my viewer count began to skyrocket, people screaming in chat that they have been waiting for today for forever. I smiled it was always fun to see my chat get excited about something like this.

I logged into the qsmp, everyone had just gotten kicked for the event. I was the only one besides admins allowed on the server right now. They set me up in my lore relevant area. Being a streamer known for my love for sharks, they decided to introduce me as a mer-person. Except instead of the mermaid one may think of, I was half shark. Similar to that older show named H2O, once I got into water I could choose to shift into my mer-form. My friend had done an amazing job creating this mod and making sure I was the only one who could access the powers but others could still see it.

Besides the obvious visual change, it also allowed me to breathe underwater and swim 5x faster than the others. Though foolish could keep up well with me seeing as he has his shark fin now too.

The Admins had me hidden on an island they built for this event, though they said I could keep it if I wish to make my home there. On this island, I would be caged up inside this little hut. Even though this hut was too small for anything really to fit in it, there was a secret hatch that led down to a hug basement where I was caged and kept. The idea was that I had been captured by pirates and caged away. So the members of the qsmp were now tasked with saving me from the pirates. of course the pirates were all played by admins that usually played the 'workers'.

My stream timer ended and I started up my screen to play for the best experience my viewers were gonna receive. I wanted to keep them in suspense so I had made my own mini lore like message. It started off with the sound of a typewriter as text showed up of screen. "Todays stream will be a little bit different, for the first few minutes you will experience the perspectives of other streamers." Tubbo, Philza, Foolish and Niki's current streams all popped up for them. I had found a way to show their live streams while also adding having my sounds and text play for my viewers. "For an easier experience choose a streamer to watch for a bit, you'll know when is best to come back. Otherwise you can stay, however the live stream on the screen will switch every 5 minutes." I watched as my viewership went down, most people choosing to watch from a specific streamer instead of my way.

I smiled and on a separate screen I pulled up all 4 streams, I would switch between them on my own accord until they got close enough to me. This would help entertain myself since I couldn't do much right now, besides exist in this 1 by 2 block fish tank.

I watched Phil's stream first, he had just logged back into the server. "Hello new people, turns out today some new lore is happening? The admins said that some crazy stuff had been set up, like another event." He was about to teleport somewhere as the members who had logged on today were all wanting to meet up. But the admins had instead teleported them to the movie theater. This spooked him but he quickly recovered of course. "Oh hey fit! Do you have any idea what's going on today?" I smiled to myself as I watched them begin their little theorizing huddle. Tubbo had joined them in seconds, he had been itching for some changes recently and was overly-excited.

There conversations were cut short by a qsmp worker walking in playing a loud noise to get their attention. Phil had walked over expecting to be given a book to read, how ever this time the qsmp worker had been given a sign to hold. This sign was enlarged so everyone could read the words 'sit down'. In seconds everyone had their own seat and went dead silent.

The screen turned on and a short video began. It had the same animation style as the purgatory video. They watched as Minecraft pirates rode through a storm on their pirate ship. Seconds later they could see the pirates pulling up a fishing net, but they couldn't see what was in it. The shot changed to an over the shoulder shot with the viewer following the captain, before it showed his face. Watching as his face slowly turned upward into a menacing smile. In the next shot, you could see the ship had docked up to a small island. The captain and his crew walking towards this small hut. One crewmate held a shark tail fin over his shoulder, it looked lifeless. However in the next second there was lots of movement from it, multiply cremates running to help that helpless crewmate. The video ended a a really short shot of an arm grabbing out onto the sand. Then text appeared on the screen "Please save me.." written in red with my coordinates right under it.

"Quick get those cords!" I heard Phil yell as he began to type the coords in chat. Within seconds 5 different members had typed them in chat. After that the group was off, lead by Philza. I watched as Niki, Foolish, Tubbo, Fit, Phil, Bagi, Mouse, Pac, and BBH all began racing out to my location.

Within another 5-10 minutes they had found my island, as they came closer they realized all the pirates were on the island. Phil instantly took over the role of diplomat, trying to talk to the pirates. "We are here for someone, they told us they needed help. Will you do this the easy or the hard way." Of course within seconds they were battling the pirates. It didn't take long as the real fight was meant to be with the captain. That admin was killable however it was gonna take some work from the members, this admin could also spawn random enemies. It took a few more minutes before they killed off the admin, at this time I saw my viewership begin to rise again. I knew they would figure it out, so I toggled off the live streams and turned on my view. They could see my screen and my face-cam now. I smirked at my chat as they went crazy, but I just stayed quiet and showed them my character in third person. This of course just set them off even more as this was completely new to the server.

I heard the voices of my friends getting closer to my room, "Wow this place is actually huge down here! Look treasure!" I heard turbo yell. I unmuted myself in the proximity chat, however I was attuned to sound like I was behind a few walls and such. This way it would sound like I was actually in a tank. I yelled into the mic, with this auto-tuning, I would have to yell to be heard. I would only turn it off when they broke me out of the tank.

"Help! is some there!" They went silent before I heard Phil again followed by Fit. "Yes we are here, where are you!?" "Over Here guys!" The door across the room finally opened and all the members poured in. "Y/n! OMG is that you!?" I heard different people yelling my name as they came closer to see me. "Yes it is, now would you mind breaking me out of here!?" Fit instantly began breaking the glass, water and myself poring out now. "Hey Y/n! nice to see you again but one question... where are you legs!?" Foolish asked. I smiled as I got the message along with everyone else about how the next bit was lore related. "Well you see, I'm a mer-person. No not the classic mermaid you might think of, I'm not part fish. Instead I'm part shark, if you couldn't tell by the shark tail and shark like features I have." When I was in mer-person mode, I also had a dorsal fin on my back. "However seeing as I'll need to be on land you will probably see me more like this." I hit the t button on my keyboard and seconds later my mer form had been toggled off. I heard gasps of wows and awe all around me.

Another message from the admins told everyone that was it for the new lore today, as in that would be all I was allowed to say. Not necessarily that my lore was actually finished for my newly joined status. More was to come of course.

"Wow so we are like the shark people here!" Foolish yelled. I laughed. "Yeah I guess so!" Then I heard another gasp. "Oh my gosh y/n you need to come meet the eggs!" Niki said louder than usual but not yelling. I smiled. "I would love to meet them!" I was told they had left them behind in the hint that they would have to fight something. You know, gotta keep our children safe and all.

While all of the members got into their boats to leave, I instead turned my mer-mode back on and began to swim back with them all. Of course I had to explain how I could breathe underwater and swim faster when I was in this form.

Swimming onto the shore, I turned the mode back off and followed everyone up to spawn. All the parents left, promising to be back quick with their corresponding kids. Basically I was left alone, but pac had decided to stay back to keep me company. I hadn't met him yet so I was glad to get to know someone new. "So do you know everyone here?" I looked at him in game. "Yes and no, like I have met the majority of people on this server before, but I'm only really close with a few of them. But that is only because we hit it off so well when we met that we immediately added each other on things. You know what I'm trying to say right?" Pac nodded in game. "Yeah that makes sense, well I hope we can become good friends too!" I smiled wide, "I'm sure we will Pac." A moment passed and the eggs started to show up.

Smiling faces filled the group again as I met a chatted with all the eggs that were currently online. I surprised most of them by being able to read their signs without the translation device. When I was younger I had decided to learn Spanish and later on I began to learn German as well. The drive to learn German only intensified when I met and became friends with Niki. I am a fast learner so while I wasn't quite perfect, I was at least good.

When Talulah began to play her flute, I danced along with it. Later I would hopefully get to drop the hint that I loved to play instruments too. Which is how I became friends with Wilbur, so hopefully I could befriend his egg too. This brought up the question of when I might get to see him online, it's hard to tell with that man. Especially since he's such a big deal now in the music world with his band.

Either way, I was so glad to have joined this server. I could wait to help move the lore along in a cleaner more flowing way. I especially was excited to have a new way to stay in touch with my friends, make new friend, and hang out with them too.

To be continued...

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[natydrii]

QSMP Q!Pac x Reader/Leitor/Lector Neutro

Olá, olá, espero não ter demorado tanto, espero que gostem ^^ Sinto que vou precisar de ajuda na hora de escrever sobre o Quackity, pois eu não o acompanho mas gostaria de saber a lore/história do personagem mais a fundo. Se você puder contribuir pode colocar na DM/PV ou nos próprios comentários, obrigado pela atenção e até.

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Linguagem de Amor –

Sua linguagem de amor abrange tanto “Palavras de Afirmação” como “Tempo de Qualidade, ele notoriamente é uma pessoa calma, com seus melhores conselhos e atitudes, ele costuma evitar conflitos diretos sempre prezando a integridade, ele vai achar muitas qualidades em você e mesmo que encontre defeitos Pac resolverá amar esse seu lado também, pois de acordo com ele “Os defeitos fazem você ser quem eu amo” ele lhe dirá algo do tipo.

Pac é demasiadamente paternal, de inicio não quis assumir muito a ideia de ser pai, mas Richarlysson mudou isso imediatamente, como um bom pai ele sempre quer estar presente em todos os momentos de seu filho. Se ele ver você cuidando, brincando ou ensinando algo bom para o Richarlysson ele vai se apaixonar de cara, mesmo que você não seja bom com crianças ele vai te ensinar a como amar. Ele é paciente acima de tudo.

Pac não demonstra ser violento, mas nunca se sabe, seu passado pode lhe condenar em algum momento, mas enquanto isso não acontece vocês dois podem aproveitar os momentos de paz certo?

Como ele fala “Eu te Amo” ou “Eu gosto de você” ?

Você pode apostar que todos os dias. Pac vai te puxar para passeios, matinais ou noturnos ,não importa o que importa é te levar para conhecer pessoas, lugares incríveis e animais maravilhosos, é assim que ele demonstra amor e saiba que não é pouco, o coração dele sempre cabe mais um além de Richarlysson e esse mais um me refiro a você.

Ele quase sempre vai ser procurado por Mike, seu melhor amigo, que sabe bem onde pode encontra-lo e é claro que com você, Pac pode fugir um pouco de seus afazeres com o Mike e os outros pais apenas para passar mais tempo com você, não que ele não goste deles mas ele entende que você merece todo o amor e atenção que ele tem guardado ali dentro e claro que ele ensinou a lição de “Sempre partilhar” para seu filho, para que ele não se sentisse menosprezado. 

Convide-o para cuidar dos animais, plantas, qualquer coisa e ele irá com prazer apenas aproveitar o tempo com você e dizer algumas belas palavras.

Como ele age quando estão em publico?

No inicio de tudo ele vai perguntar se esta tudo bem os outros verem vocês juntos, pois se depender dele vocês se casam no mesmo dia, ele não vai hesitar em mostrar que esta em um relacionamento sério com você, Mike vai ser o primeiro a saber e não porquê Pac contou e sim porque ele conhece muito bem o seu amigo, fazendo piadinhas e o colocando os dois sempre juntos, ele sabe até demais. Já levando em consideração aos outros papais de Richarlysson, Pac não tem medo das opiniões deles e ele sabe que todos estarão de acordo, até mesmo o papai de 1%, Quackity.

Pode esperar abraços, chamegos, beijos e puxões ao longo dos dias e noites, ele não vai ter vergonha de elogiar você na frente dos outros papais brasileiros e papai Quackity e nem mesmo de conhecidos/amigos, afinal isso é uma forma “escondida” de dizer que você é dele e que ele não aceitaria um relacionamento aberto. Mas se for de sua vontade e também muita insistência, você pode fazer com que ele aceite, adicionando alguém a mais no relacionamento.

Como ele age quando estão á sos?

Inicio de relacionamento ele vai ser tímido com você, ele acha melhor esperar seus sinais, que você conte o que gosta e como, de abraços, cafunés entre outras coisas, ele sempre vai perguntar antes de agir, ele não quer constranger você de forma alguma. Quando você decidir que for a hora certa para tais momentos ele vai começar aos poucos, mas não é por ele ser tímido que ele seja considerado inocente, não se engane, sua carinha fofa pode enganar e custar algumas batidas do coração.

Seu toque é macio e seus beijos podem ser tímidos, parecendo mais como um selinho, ele não vai te machucar, nem mesmo se você pedir, ele não quer deixar marcas no relacionamento de vocês, no máximo ele pode desenvolver uma pegada mais forte em alguns momentos, aplicando uma força moderada mas nada muito selvagem. Ele tem um segredo, ele usa body e você gosta.

Se alguém os interromper, seja sozinhos fazendo algo mais caliente ou apenas tendo uma conversa tranquila sobre o futuro, ele vai se sentir cabisbaixo, Mike nunca vai interromper vocês porque ele sabe como Pac se sente, mas os outros papais não o conhecem tão bem, além de que as discussões aleatórias de  Felps e Cellbit, as explosões de Quackity ou até mesmo o drama de Forever podem ser um empecilho para a paz que ele quer.

Ele pede desculpas? Com que frequência?

Se você for do tipo ansioso, pode esperar um Pac super compreensível e á postos para sua pessoa, tem medo de trovões, aranhas ou qualquer outra coisa? Ele vai estar lá para você faça chuva ou faça sol, esteja minerando ou coletando madeira, esteja com Mike ou não, ele vai deixar seus afazeres para correr até você, se ele te colocar numa posição que te deixe magoado/a ou vulnerável ele vai ser ainda  mais cuidadoso com as palavras mas não deixando de se expressar com elas, vai tirar um dia inteiro se for o caso apenas para pedir desculpas verbalmente e fisicamente. Ele tende a não querer decepcionar você, então não vai ser com tanta frequência que precisará pedir desculpas. Ele é uma pessoa super protetora, ele não vai te colocar em riscos mesmo que custe sua vida.

Ciúmes, desconfiança, rancor quão vulnerável ele pode ser?

Pac é sentimental, isso você já sacou, então ele demonstrará ciúmes mesmo que não seja proposital, ele vai se esforçar para não querer parecer toxico, ele não vai te prender para ser apenas dele, longe disso ele quer que você se divirta (Com moderação) e conheça pessoas e lugares, ele não consegue se controlar como Cellbit e nem pensar racionalmente como os outros pais poderiam na mesma situação. Se você provocar ciúmes nele, propositalmente ou não, ele vai perder o chão  por um momento, ele vai se sair rapidamente do local ele não vai querer gritar com o individuo.

Se você beijar ou dormir com alguém ele vai apenas respeitar o seu espaço dando um tempo no relacionamento de vocês, ele te ama, ele quer dar o mundo á você, mas não quer ser segunda opção na sua vida. Ele vai te esperar, com um coração partido, amargurado? Sim, mas vai te esperar.

Se reatarem você terá que curar algumas feridas, caso contrario alguém vai chorar nessa história e provavelmente vai ser ele.

Ele mente, trai muito facilmente?

Pac mentindo ou traindo seria como ter uma chuva de porcos no céu, impossível. Ele não é traíra nem se ele quisesse, e se ele mentisse você descobriria, afinal ele se sente nervoso nessas situações e seus risos vão lhe entregar.

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[timmymyluv]

pick a card

messages you need to hear right now

this is my first pick a card reading here and what better way than to start with a timmy theme! mind you that i am a beginner and only learning, so what i pick off especially from the traditional raider waite may be slightly off/just figuring out how to interpret it.

again you are the ruler of your own destiny, please do not take advice, especially major medical decisions, off my readings/tarot/any form of divination, without consulting medical professionals/financial advisers. what the cards don't tell u are what choice to take, but your particular energy at a time and if u went with a certain outcome.

you are the creator of your own life and circumstances don't matter as long as you persist, and affirm!

please let me know if anything resonated, and if you may, any feedback you'd like to give. this is a general reading so take only what resonates/what you desire. thnx!

let's get started. from left to right: 1,2

pile 1: jade

Four of Cups

Time of contemplation and reflection; time to slow down after a period of fast paced action - whether it be in career or romance

Time to look within and not look for outside sources of satisfaction and fulfillment

Look into doing meditation and some yoga; take some time to pause and reflect rather than getting caught up in the next thing

It’s okay to carefully consider opportunities and not always try to ‘strike when its hot’; it’s okay to say no to a proposal/opportunity if it doesn’t feel right

You can accept the proposal but only if it is aligned to the life you want and the person you want to be  

Knight of Cups

Very strong divine feminine energy from this deck in general; you are either asked to indulge in more of your divine feminine traits (no matter your gender) or you recently have been leaning towards acting more in those traits

In tie with your time to slow down and reflect, it is recommend you indulge in your artistic and creative side and explore your passions without worrying about what others need or what makes the most money/ achievements

It’s asking you to take a leap of faith not by logic but through your heart and your feelings

Don’t be afraid of your feelings but feel through them and listen to what they want to tell you

The High Priestess

Could be a female spirit guide/ancestor watching over you/ wanting to guide you in your journey and assuring you’re not alone and they support you

Could also be a female figure or someone with a lot of strong feminine energy could come to help you/ be on your side and help you solve a problem in your life

Asked to connect within and with your spiritual guide; You’ve done a lot of the practical, earthly work and you can leave and trust it to your spiritual team to do the rest

Stop worrying and do more trusting that things will work out in your favour

Time to nurture rather than to aggressively work and get things done

Listen to your intuition and ignore naysayers who try to take you down and don’t want to see you succeed or exceed them

Within the Next Few Months

A manifestation/ message that you have been waiting for could arrive within the next few months so this is encouragement for you to keep working at whatever you want to achieve. Part of this work also includes taking a break. Taking a break and a breather to relax and be mindful does not mean you are giving up, but allowing you to recharge and gain your energy so that when you finally receive your shower of abundance in time for the next few months- you’re energized, motivated and well-rested to tackle the next thing in your life.

North Node: Step out of your comfort zone

Resting is something beyond your comfort zone. Your comfort zone has always been in this survival mode of working non-stop, even when it was okay for you to rest, because you always felt that you were left behind or the time resting could be better spend being productive or towards your goals. If you go beyond your comfort zone and appreciate the different parts of the journey, such as resting and replenishing yourself, your journey will be more pleasant as you have gained more energy to keep going and perhaps could speed up your journey due to the energy you gained and things you learned during that time.

Full Moon in Sag: Look at the bigger picture

Spirit is telling you to look at the bigger picture, the long term plan of the person you want to be or the life you want to live. Even if you don’t have any specific goal or motivation in mind, it’s recommended for you to take a look at the small habits in your daily routine and the things that make up your routine that end up affecting your whole day and can affect your future. What are some habits that no longer serve you and need to go?

Balsamic moon: a time for healing

This calls for you to rest and heal from within. You have done your work, your planning and your learning and it is best for you to treat yourself and rest. The best way for you to reward yourself in your journey, even if you are far from your plan, is to know when it is time to give up just as much as it is time to take a breather. Taking a break does not mean you are left behind because there is a season for everything.

Yes!

Whatever you are working on or the path you are currently on, keep going! Universe is guiding you in every way.

Don't dim to Fit In

You don’t have to change yourself to fit in what society expects of you, be yourself. You have your own unique colours, traits and things to offer to the world, and you do not have to change yourself to meet someone’s standards. What you have is unique, and you are encouraged to keep going.

Pleiades

Your mission in life will not only impact yourself but can also influence and change the lives of others. Whatever you do on this earth is worth remembering and cherishing, as long as you remain genuine with yourself and follow your life’s purpose.

song for you: attention by newjeans

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pile 2: angelite

Eight of Swords

Self victimization/ your thoughts/beliefs/worldview have affected your reality

Some of your wounds are self inflicted; problem you created but can find a solution yourself

Currently having a rough time emotionally/transition period where you feel like you’ve dug a hole for yourself and can’t get out  

Ace of Swords

Eventually you will free yourself from your misery and see the light; better times are coming

Shift in your mindset/beliefs that will finally allow manifestations to come and blessings to arrive in your life

Taking back your power in your life and creating your own reality with how you want it to be; not letting others tell you how to live your life

New chapter in your life is coming; a time for change and growth; use this momentum for good and not get carried away

Ten of Pentacles

Time to receive your blessings and abundance once you allow yourself to do so

Completion of your miseries finally; your investments and careful planning has brought you here and it is time to reap your rewards

10 is the number of completion; it is time for you to see your long term success and enjoy what your hard work and sacrifice has brought you

Expect financial abundance and prosperity soon; you deserve it!

Look for a sign

Just as how you were drawn to the angelite, which is all about the throat chakra and communication with your guides and your higher self. If you had been waiting for assurance or confirmation for something, it’ll come in signs, whether it be angel numbers/flowers/butterflies or whatever you intend it to be in your head and ask your guides to be your sign, wait out!

New Moon in Cancer: You are your loved ones are safe

Was a very emotional, unstable time in your life where you felt things may have gotten out of control. Very in touch with your energy recently and felt that uncertainty, but all things come to an end. Time to reconnect with your family and loved ones after some time apart and isolation. Time to stop keeping all your emotions to yourself and share it with others.

Waxing Crescent Moon: Have faith in your dreams

Just tying in to the Ace of Swords, once you believe in yourself and your capability in achieving your dreams, you are opening yourself up to a new chapter in your life and can transform yourself into the new you. After leaving the emotionally heavy energy of New Moon in Cancer/Eight of Swords, you are asked to keep fighting for what you’re trying to manifest, even if you don’t see it now, and keep believing that the work you are putting into it will be fruitful in the end.

Full Moon in Capricorn: The end of a tough cycle approaches  

Any loose strings that may have occurred still from your doubts and worries from after the two previous cards will come to an end. Full Moon is time for completions and endings, and Capricorn is all about hard work, discipline and dedication and your hard work will reward you after all the concentration you have put into it. Stay practical, make plans and keep up the hard work and long hours. It’ll be worth it.

Break the Chain

Some generational traumas/inherited wounds/patterns that no longer serve you may have come up recently, and the wound may be fresh and still hurt. However, it is better to treat the wound now, as much as it would hurt, rather than hide it away and let it get worse. You have to let go of some limiting beliefs and patterns that will only detriment you, and may have been inherited from a parent/grandparent/ancestor, and you will do your descendants a future if you heal this generational trauma of yours. What habits/beliefs still damage your self esteem and worth everyday?

Sisterhood of the Rose

Your doubt in yourself may have been worsened by other people around you who have been jealous of you or do not want you to be more successful that yourself. Through Sisterhood, you are called to find a soul family that will believe in your dreams and support you all the way. The ones who see the best in you, and want to help you correct any mistakes and heal any wounds. Connect with family members and friends who support you through thick and thin, and not just when you’re celebrating or there to bring you down.

Answer the Call

When you really overcome all your past doubts and worries, you will find greater clarity in your purpose on Earth and your soul’s purpose. You will learn to not always please others at the detriment of your own, but find a way that puts yourself first and prioritizes what makes you happy and what you are called to do. You don’t have to see the entire plan to get there, as long as you know where you want go, start doing what you love. Do a little bit day by day, have a solid plan but don’t be afraid to adapt and know when to adjust when needed.

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[jenniferstit]

Who Are You Becoming? PAC

with the first round of eclipses closing out, i thought it would be nice to do a pac reading abt transformation. the last 6 weeks have been pretty heavy for everyone energetically, esp with mercury also going into retrograde. but with the first post-eclipse new moon on may 30 and mercury going direct shortly after on june 2, things will be feeling a lot lighter. this reading is timeless, but the information may highlight what you were experiencing during the eclipses… and what changes to look forward to for the next 6 months up to a year.

pick a phoenix:

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Pile One:

this group is full of go-getters. you are becoming someone is who fully dedicated to their mission. there’s a 2H/10H energy here… finances and career are your primary focus and you’re in relentless pursuit of manifesting your dream career. i feel that your career is closely tied to your soul purpose, which is why you feel a such sense of urgency. unlike most, your goals are clear & you are not afraid to put in the necessary work. you’re being called to change your perception. every time you try something and it doesn’t work out, remember that you’re one step closer towards figuring out what DOES work. manifesting a dream is a process… a process filled with failure, missteps and do-overs. but the lesson is that you learn to pivot each time and perfect whatever it is that you do. figuring out what works for you is what’s most important here, don’t subscribe to anything else. you are becoming someone who moves on with ease… sticky situations of the past (esp matters of the heart) don’t become attached to your sense of self. you apply the wisdom you gained from these situations and you keep moving. your sense of self-worth is more fortified than ever before, you move with a graceful confidence that is easily felt by others. only you can see your greatest potential and that’s something that excites you, because you can’t wait for the rest of the world to catch up.

Pile Two:

this is my strong & independent group. you are becoming someone fiercely dedicated to personal development. you detest the stereotype that you need a romantic partnership in order to feel whole or, even more simply, for life to be exciting. you’ve been plagued with inconsistency inside relationships, which has caused you to see relationships for what they really are. connections of any kind are not idyllic, they are a constant commitment, the quality of said commitment being a reflection of the individuals inside it. you can’t have a quality relationship with everyone… you realize that now. you’re understanding that you can be choosy with whom you love, no one is entitled to your affection or care… not even if they show a tremendous amount of interest. you understand now that high interest is not an indicator of a stable relationship, neither is compatibility to be frank. you’ve let relationships in the past impact your ability to show up for yourself, specifically when it comes to work/career, but that’s over now. you are determined to take control of your own destiny and that confident determination is exactly what is taking you to precisely where you want to be.

Pile Three:

you are becoming an expert at using your discernment. you can see how things will transpire before they happen which is why you know where to invest your energy. you are embodying empress/queen of wands energy. you are becoming someone who sits and waits (attracts) as opposed to someone who chases. loa or manifestation could be relevant or important to you at this time. you plant your seeds, continuously water them, and then watch them grow. in the past you were someone who over-identified with struggle culture and a capitalistic “grind mentality.” but you’ve moved on from that bc you realized that anything worth having shouldn’t cause you so much distress, anxiety, & panic. some things really just take time and hard work is not always a reflection of effort (i.e. working smarter not harder). others notice this about you too. you have a strong creative energy that impresses people. people really believe that you will do exactly what you set out to do. it’s both inspiring and enraging. your creative energy is envied by others around you, so make sure you are protected. your belief system is arguably the most powerful thing about you bc you have such a high degree of self-trust and/or confidence (i’m hearing “for your age,” some of you could be younger like teens-20s)…. some people never even get where you already are in their entire lifetimes. keep ascending.

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[ghostficwriter]

Wrestlers as Types of Kisses: i. Pac - Kiss to the Fingertips

Fandom: AEW Pairing / Form: Pac x Reader / Drabble Genre: What is a genre anyways? I mean...it’s soft, but it has some angst ig?? Mostly soft Warnings: n/a Word Count: 687 Characters: Pac, Reader Plot: It’s not that Pac doesn’t want to touch Reader, to hold her hand, to hold her close, he’s just not quite sure if can - his hands were made to destroy, not comfort. First installment of my Wrestlers as Types of Kisses series. Tag List: @doctorbrittbaker @elitehoe @poisonouspixiedust

He was always so careful with you, as if he was afraid  you would break, and you weren’t sure if it was because he thought you were fragile or he thought he was too strong.

It had taken a long time for him to warm up to you - as much as Pac warmed up to anyone. But at some point, his gruff grunts of reply had softened to quiet nods, and his harsh glares had become refocused. The intensity hadn’t changed, but it was as if the looks were intrigued rather than dismissive.

He did not embrace you. He did not kiss you. But when you finally dared to rest a hand on his bicep or brush against his shoulder, he leaned into your touch. With time you gathered confidence, and found he would allow your head on his shoulder on car rides, your hand on top of his on occasion, and once to wrap your arms around him. He never touched you in return, but once he squeezed your hand when you grabbed his after he took a particularly rough bump. “I’m okay,” it said without words, “I can keep fighting.”

So a week later, when he reached out a hand to you as you moved to leave after congratulating him on his latest win, you froze - in surprise, in fascination. But he drew it back, and you dared to speak.

“What are you afraid of?”

He didn’t reply.

His expression became defiant, as if he was about to deny the accusation, but then he took a breath, and he reached out again.

His gaze wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle, but it was caring. Protective. Sharp as steel, biting as the ocean, ready to shear away anything and anyone that would harm you. Fierce, like looking into the eyes of a hawk.

But he couldn't protect you from himself. His hands were rough and worn, his body all sharp angles, forged to fight, wielded to wound. He was not made for soft caresses or gentle touches. Anything he placed his hands on became broken, for so he had willed it, had trained himself that way.

He kept his hand out, a dare in his sharp gaze now, letting you take the leap if you wanted. 

Your hesitation wasn’t out of fear, but rather out of a desire to drink in the moment, to drink in the look in his eyes. When you took his hand, and the offer that seemed to go with it, you swore he shuddered. But before you could react to this, he curled his fingers around your hand and brought it slowly up to his face, his eyes still met with yours. He paused for a moment (Was it a moment? An hour? A year?) with your hand almost against his mouth, his breath a soft caress, and his eyebrows creased just a millimeter, silently asking. It was the last check, the last moment to escape. But you didn’t want a way out. You nodded.

Pac closed his eyes as he brought the tips of your fingers to his lips, focused and intense, as if concentrating all of his will onto careful, careful contact. The sensation was light, but you could swear your whole body warmed from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes.

Pac hummed slightly, paused with his lips on your skin, drinking in the moment, before gently moving your hand to his chest, resting it over his heart. The steady but hard beat thrummed. He kept his eyes closed, his brow furrowed. And so you reached out your free hand, carefully, tenderly, and ran your fingers across his cheekbone. When his eyes opened, you saw something you never had in them - fear. 

So you took his free hand in yours and brought it slowly to your own lips, treating his hand as delicately as he had yours, and bringing it to your own heartbeat.

The corners of his lips twitched up, and you knew.

You knew it wouldn’t be easy, and you knew it wouldn’t be simple, but it wasn’t over. 

And it was worth it

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[sona-verse01]

Hey guys, poll time...

I have already posted "channelled message from future spouse/partner".

Now for next work...

All the works mentioned above, will be posted eventually.

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[nct-fantasy]

PAC - Anniversary with Jeno

It’s your 1 year anniversary! Pick a card to see how Jeno will treat you on your special day ❤️

Tags:☁️Fluff

Masterlist

PILE 1

Sweet Jeno wants to treat you and pamper you tonight ❤️! Don’t you dare lift a finger because Jeno is going out of his way to provide anything you need and get you in a relaxed mood. You can expect your favorite dinner and dessert, a good movie, and cuddling followed by a long bath and a massage. He reminds you the whole evening that you’ve worked hard and deserve to take a break to recharge. Lots of shy “I love you”s as you fall asleep together.  

PILE 2

Excited Jeno can’t wait to whisk you away on the trip he planned for the two of you ❤️! He is so excited about the trip, he can’t hide it. Expect to get a lot of hints about what he is planning up until you actually arrive. He may suggest that you get a swimsuit or a new pair of sunglasses “Just in case...” then shyly avoid answering further questions to not give away the location. He makes sure to pack mindfully and bring things like sunscreen and your couple outfits to match on your anniversary trip.

PILE 3

Focused Jeno has one goal in mind: making you his forever ❤️! You won’t be expecting his sudden proposal as you’re walking together along the edge of the water. He’s been practicing all week and he’s waiting for the perfect opportunity to pop the question. He can’t help but smile widely at your surprised face as he waits for your reply. “What do you say, Y/N? Will you marry me?”

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[katiexpunk]

Desert Dust | Pairing Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a small-town waitress in a highway town in Arizona with a standard, safe life. You never really thought you needed more -- until you met Joel Miller. Warnings: Joel is a consent king in this one. No age gap mentioned (make it your own). Self-deprecation. Toxic coworkers. Attempted assault (not by Joel)/nothing too graphic (please be responsible about what you consume). Joel beats up a bad guy. References to blood and first aid. Alcohol. Pet names. Flirting/slow burn. Objectification of Joel by readers coworker. Inexperienced reader. Body hair. References to taste of vagina. Smoking/cigarettes (it's bad, don't do it). References to shitty past hookups. Oral (f receiving). Praise kink. Size kink. Rough sex. Sex on a desk. Just a really passionate, filthy fuck. Creampie (shocker, I know). No use of Y/N, no use of daddy. TLOU au. Reader has no physical descriptions apart from female anatomy. W/C: ~8K. Sorrrrrrry, not sorry? A/N: Hi, hello. It's been a hot minute since I've been here! I took a hiatus for the past few months because life was, well, life and I was busy getting married. Happy to be back. This one was inspired by a drive through the Arizona desert. Special thanks to @syd-djarin for being a slut with me on this one. Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Notifications | Read Joel's POV

Humans rely on cooperation, communication, and mutual aid for survival and well-being. Without that, it’s like being cast adrift in a hostile sea without the safety net of community and companionship.

You know this.

And so that’s why you stay, that’s why you’ve always stayed. 

Even if most of your days feel lonely, at least you have the comfort of predictability. 

++++

"I’m goin' on my break, Tracy," you call out, tossing the words casually over your shoulder as you grab your hoodie and a pack of American Spirit cigarettes from behind the counter. Sometimes you think the only reason you still have the damn vice is for the excuse to step out of the suffocating walls of the grease-drenched building they call a restaurant. 

Tracy responds with a touch too much of feigned enthusiasm, pouring a steady stream of black liquid into the mug of the customer sitting in the booth before her. 

With a nod of acknowledgment, you slip out the restaurant's back door, the hinges creaking softly in protest as you step into the crisp Arizona air. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dusty ground as you light up your cigarette, the flame dancing in the breeze.

As you inhale deeply, the familiar taste of tobacco fills your lungs, calming your nerves and grounding you in the present moment. Leaning against the weathered brick wall, your thoughts drift as wisps of smoke curl lazily into the sky. 

In the distance, you can hear the faint sound of laughter and chatter drifting from inside, a comforting reminder of the community that surrounds you. Here, amidst the tumbleweeds and endless blue skies, is a place you’ve called home since you ran away from yours at sixteen. It’s not much, but it’s something. Something is always better than nothing, right? People know you by name when you go to the grocery store, and know your order at the only coffee shop in town – big-city girls don’t get that. 

As you take one last drag from your cigarette, you try to summon feelings of gratitude for what you do have, but as the smoke dissipates into the desert air, a lingering sense of restlessness gnaws at the edges of your mind.

It's only when you stamp out the cigarette in the dirt below, watching the embers fade into darkness, that you dare to entertain the notion that perhaps you could have more. 

++++

You step back into the restaurant, and your eyes adjust to the fluorescent lights above, a stark contrast from the natural light of the sun. Carefully tucking your hoodie away and readjusting your apron strings, you prepare to dive back into work. 

As you glance around, you notice Tracy frantically pacing back and forth behind the bar, her demeanor tinged with a hint of frazzled energy. It's not the busiest you've ever been, but for her, every customer that walks through the door feels like a tidal wave of chaos – especially when it’s just you two on the floor. 

With a sympathetic smile, you nod in understanding as she thrusts a stack of menus into your hands, followed by a piping hot coffee pot. "Be a doll and go take table three’s order, will ya?" she says, her voice tinged with urgency. Before you can even acknowledge her request, she’s off, stacking her forearms with plates, yelling that she’ll be right there honey to the patrons by the door. 

You make your way over to the table, weaving through the maze of booths and tables with practiced ease. As you approach, you notice a lone figure sitting hunched over in a worn leather jacket, eyes fixed on the menu in front of him. He sits up to full height and adjusts himself in the booth, eyes still on the sticky plastic in front of him, giving you a full view of his side profile. 

Fuck – he’s gorgeous. Handsome in a way that unmoors you. 

Rugged, weathered charm exudes from him. He turns to look at you and oh. His salt-and-pepper curls frame a face weathered by sun and wind, a beard streaked with grey adding an air of distinguished maturity. His eyes are soft and brown, enveloped by small creases in the corners. 

Your thighs come flesh with the edge of the table, and with the coffee pot in hand, you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in the pit of your stomach, settling there like a stack of pancakes eaten way too fast. 

Clearing your throat, you offer him a tentative smile. Get a grip – he’s just another customer, you silently plead with yourself. 

"Hi," you say, your voice a little softer than usual. "Can I get you something to drink?"

As his eyes meet yours, a brief but intense connection crackles between you. There's something in his gaze, a depth that you can't quite decipher, leaving his thoughts shrouded in mystery. His face remains stony, and unreadable, like the weathered cliffs that dot the desert landscape.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you follow his eyes drifting down your chest, lingering for a moment on the nametag pinned to the worn cotton of your uniform. Heat rises to your cheeks under his scrutiny. You wish you would have opted for your cleaner uniform this morning. You’ve never been one to care too much about your looks, mostly because nobody looks at you, not really. All catcalls from drunk men in bars and the occasional flirty customer. But you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the attention he’s giving.

His eyes finally settle on the coffee pot in your hand, a subtle shift in focus that breaks the spell of tension between you. "Just coffee, darlin'," he says, his voice honey-thick, low, and raspy like the rumble of distant thunder.

You nod silently, the words caught in your throat as you turn to pour him a steaming cup of coffee. 

“You let me know if I can get you anything else,” you whisper, letting the corners of your lips turn up into a small, cordial, smile. 

“Just coffee for me today, sweetheart, thank you.” 

Walking away, you can’t help but notice the feeling of the weight of his gaze lingering on you long after you do. 

He sits in silence, nursing his coffee with a quiet intensity that commands attention. His presence seems to cast a shadow over the room, drawing the gaze of both patrons and staff alike. You steal glances at him between customers and try not to read into the fact that his eyes are usually on you by the time you find him. He’s not staring – he couldn’t be – why would he be? You shove the thought down and focus on your tasks at hand, him calling you sweetheart playing like a broken record in your mind, over and over. 

Tracy, usually bustling about with the frenetic energy of a hummingbird, is unusually attentive to him. She stops by his table more often than necessary, refilling his cup with a gentle touch and addressing him with a warmth you've rarely seen her reserve for anyone else. You swear you even saw her push her tits up behind the wall before going out to him – but you can’t blame her, you’d probably do the same if you had as much to work with as she does. 

As you work behind the bar counter, wiping down tables and clearing plates, Tracy tries to engage you in conversation about the mysterious stranger. "Been a long time since we've had a man like that in here," she says, a hint of gossip in her voice, wrapped pretty in a bow of objectification. She reminds you of a praying mantis, attempting to draw in her prey before she eats him. 

"Yeah," you murmur, not quite wanting to talk about him, especially not with her. 

Excusing yourself, you slip into the bathroom, the wooden door offering a momentary respite. Leaning against the slightly sticky surface, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But despite your efforts, you can't shake the feeling that something has shifted. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, you can’t help but feel the twisty weird tug that pools in your lower belly, and the uptick in your heart rate. You attempt to fix your hair and pinch your cheeks to add some volume to your face. You slip on a touch of chapstick and assess yourself. This is so fucking stupid. He’s a customer. Just a customer. You’re just bored, horny, and alone. 

But maybe he is, too?

No. Stop.

After a moment, you emerge from the bathroom, only to find his table empty, a worn $20 bill – more than enough to cover his check – left behind as a silent farewell. Your heart sinks at the realization that he's gone, slipping away like a ghost in the night. Shit.

You didn't even catch his name, and now he's just another fleeting memory, a stranger passing through your life like a whisper in the wind. And though you try to convince yourself that it doesn't matter, that you'll forget about him by morning. 

But when dawn breaks the next day, he’s the first thought that crosses your mind. 

++++

The days turn into weeks, each blending seamlessly into the next in the endless cycle of small-town life. But amidst the monotony of routine, there's a flicker of anticipation that ignites in your chest every time you step foot into the restaurant – the hope that he might, too. 

Stupid, silly little small-town girl. 

You’re in the middle of bussing a rather messy table, throwing empty plates and glasses into a bucket after the lunch rush when the sound of bells above the door and heavy boot steps echoes through the restaurant. Not looking up from the table, you yell out take a seat wherever you want, throwing the final pieces of flatware into the bin. Raising it to your hip, your attention finally snaps to the customer and fuck – 

You freeze there. 

His hand lifts in a simple greeting. 

His presence is a magnetic force that shifts the air in the room. Clad in the same worn leather jacket and a dark tee, he exudes a silent, sturdy confidence. You know nothing about him, but you feel like you’d trust him with your life. 

“Oh, hi. Um, go ahead and take a seat, I’ll be with you in just a second, just gonna drop this in the back,” you say, trying to hide your smile, your excitement. 

He’s a customer. Not a bored and horny customer. Just a customer. 

As he settles into the booth next to the window, you can't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through your veins. You greet him again with a smile, your voice warm with genuine affection, and he nods in return, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than necessary.

But before you can exchange more than a few words, Tracy swoops in like a hawk, eager to monopolize his attention. She's quick to bring him a menu, bring him a coffee, and offer him a selection of homemade pies, her enthusiasm bordering on overwhelming.

You watch from afar, a pang of frustration chewing at the edges of your composure like a moth to cloth in an old closet. It's as if Tracy has staked her claim on him, leaving little room for anyone else to form a connection. And yet, despite her best efforts, you can still feel the weight of his attention on you, a silent reassurance that you're not alone in this silent dance of whatever the fuck this is. 

You think that maybe it’s all in your head – maybe he is into Tracy, and you’re confusing his affection for something it’s not. It wouldn’t be the first time. Lord knows you’re no stranger to having one too many vodka sodas and pining after the affection of the first person who looks at you, crying in the passenger seat of a truck of some guy who gave you attention hours before.

Lord know how many nights you check your phone every three seconds just to be disappointed. Too busy begging for the love of someone who doesn’t want you, and never will. Yet you’re just so hopeful. Hopeful that one day it might not feel this way, hopeful that someone will want you back. 

You wonder if you want so desperately to be seen, that you’d twisted every lingering glance, smile, and hello, for something it’s not. 

When you enter the dining room, your heart once again sinks when you notice him rising from his booth, getting ready to leave. His eyes catch yours and you give him a small wave goodbye. He holds yours while he tucks something under his coffee cup, giving you a nod, letting you know that he wants you to pick it up. His face is unreadable when he eventually walks out. 

Walking over to the table, you notice cash tucked neatly under an empty coffee mug. But you notice something else, too. A worn business card for Joel Miller, CEO of Miller Brothers Contracting. It’s a simple card, just his name and an email on the front. But when you turn it over, you’re surprised to find a phone number scribbled on the back. 

Maybe it’s not all in your head. ++++

Later that night, standing in the dark alley of the restaurant, the cement damp from the afternoon rain, Tracy's words hang heavy in the air like a dense cloud of cigarette smoke. You listen in silence as she talks about him, her tone laced with a confidence that borders on arrogance.

"I think I'm gonna ask him to get a drink," she says, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "I think he's into me. I mean, come on, who else stops in and only orders coffee, and leaves a tip like he does? Even caught him looking at my ass once."

Her words cut through the stillness of the desert night, harsh and abrasive in contrast to the quiet solitude that surrounds you. Tracy has always been one to flaunt her looks, to revel in the attention of men like Joel who pass through the diner's doors. There aren’t many.

But as you listen to her speak, a knot forms in the pit of your stomach, a silent warning that this pursuit of Joel may lead to heartbreak for one or both of you. You've seen the way he looks at you, the way his eyes linger on you when he thinks no one else is watching. You slip your hand into the apron and thumb over the paper of his business card. 

You want to warn her, to tell her to tread carefully, but the words catch in your throat like smoke caught in a breeze. Instead, you offer her a weak smile, masking the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

"Yeah, Tracy," you say, your voice tinged with forced enthusiasm. "Go for it. You deserve someone who appreciates you."

But as she stubs out her cigarette and heads back into the restaurant you can't help but smirk knowing he gave his card to you. 

It’s finally your turn to be wanted. 

But you don’t call, or text him. You want to, you do, but you don’t know what to say, or where to begin. You’re so out of practice when it’s something that matters. It’s easier to pretend he still wants you if you don’t break the illusion—or that’s the lie you tell yourself, anyway.

++++

Some weeks later, you find yourself alone in the empty restaurant – Tracy having called out for the night. It’s slow. Way too slow. The late hour weighs heavy on your shoulders. George, the cook, went home almost an hour ago. You work to check off the tasks on your list before you leave for the night, and eventually accomplish everything except filling the salt shakers. 

You could have sworn you turned off the neon open sign and locked the doors until the familiar sound of bells chimes through the empty restaurant. 

“We’re closed,” you yell out, twisting the final cap on the last salt shaker. 

Your eyes flicker up to find a large man stumbling through the door, his presence heavy with the unmistakable scent of whiskey and cigarettes. He doesn’t look so good, his skin is pale and damp, eyes glassed over.

You rise from your booth, a sense of unease prickling at the back of your mind as you approach him. Despite your better judgment, you tell him to take in any booth of his choice, while you head behind the bar to grab him a glass of water. When you set it down in front of him, he bristles at your gesture, his words slurred and tinged with aggression at the fact that you brought him fucking water. Your patience wears thin as he rebuffs your offer, his tone sharp and abrasive.

"Just trying to help you out here" you snap, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice. You’re not sure where the irritation is coming from, but it feels right –  natural – a built-in defense mechanism. But instead of backing down, he responds with a menacing snarl, his hand shooting out to grip your wrist in a bruising hold. Panic surges through you as you try to pull away, his grip tightening with each futile attempt.

"Let me go," you plead, the fear evident in your voice as he rises from the booth and crowds you against a nearby table, condiments spilling over the edge of the table. His hands move to grip your upper arms with a forceful intensity. You stumble slightly, the weight of his presence pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket, your head turned to the side to avoid having to look at him. “I’ll tell you what, you little bitch –” 

You feel the rapid beat of your pulse, the thrum of blood in your veins. You struggle against the man. Your inner voice screams danger, but just as you feel the panic rising in your chest, the familiar sound of chimes rings through your ears. Within seconds, a new figure looms into view, his broad frame casting a shadow over the scene unfolding before you – to you. With a swift movement, he pulls the man off of you, his voice a growl of warning as he asserts his dominance.

“I’d think twice if I were you before you try and win this one,” Joel says, voice low and threatening.  

It's him.

Relief floods through you at the sight of him, a silent thank you echoing in your mind as he stands between you and the aggressor. And as he faces off with the man, his protective stance speaks volumes. Your mind goes a little fuzzy from the adrenaline as you watch the man struggle in his grasp, followed by a slur of cuss words, ultimately ending in Joel punching him in the face, the harsh sound of bone to face. 

It shouldn’t turn you on, the violence of it all, but it sort of does. The outward display in your defense appeals to the primitive, underived part of your brain, the way a knight would defend a maiden’s honor. 

He drags the man out of the establishment, and you hear him tell him to get the fuck out and never come back. 

He locks the door and turns to face you. Your arms come up to grab yourself in an instinctual hug, your body is a little shaky from the interaction. Without saying anything, he walks over to you, bringing both of his hands to the sides of your arms – the same place where the man had grabbed you – but his touch feels different. Gentle, reassuring, safe. 

“You alright?” he says, a deep crease between his brow as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with concern. 

“I’m alright – tha,” your words break a little, and you start to feel hot tears cling to your lashline, “thank you,” you manage to blurt out, avoiding looking at him in the eyes, not wanting him to see yours all teary. 

He brings a hand up to cup your cheek and uses the edge of his thumb to tilt you up to look at him. You bring your hand to meet his on your cheek and notice a sticky sensation under your palm. You grab his hand and bring it down to your eye level, noticing the blood on it, a giant split down the middle of one of his knuckles. Jesus, if his hand looks like this, what must that guy’s face look like?

"You're hurt," you say, the tears in your eyes now replaced with genuine concern. "It's okay, don't worry about it, doesn't hurt," he reassures, but you can tell he's probably lying. 

"We've got a first aid kit in the back. Let me clean you up," you insist, nodding towards the rear of the room.

"It’s alright sweetheart, you don't have to, really…" he protests.

"You just defended me. Bandaging your knuckles is the least I can do to thank you," you tell him firmly, leaving no room for refusal.

Interlacing your fingers with his on his left hand, you guide him through the restaurant.

Navigating through the kitchen, smelling of oil and french fries, you caution him to watch his step on the freshly mopped yet always greasy floors.

In the small office, you flick on the light switch and rummage through the cabinets until you find an old first aid kit tucked away in the back. Joel leans against the desk, quietly observing you. "Ah, got it," you say with a hint of excitement that you found the kit, a little surprised there was even one stashed away. Though most of the bandages and finger condoms are missing, there's still plenty of gauze and alcohol wipes.

He stands silently, watching as you work to open the kit, his eyes fixed on you, particularly when you rip open the alcohol wipe with your teeth. "This might sting a bit," you warn, meeting his gaze with genuine care. 

“You can make it up to me later,” he whispers. His tone, the intention behind his words sends an exciting zap down your spine. There’s shared silence. As you’re patting the blood on his knuckles, that same feeling of raw want, painted with uncertainty, settles in your stomach. 

“Can I ask you something,” he says, and you flick your eyes up to meet his for a moment before lowering them back down his hand. You let out a soft mhmm in response, knowing his question before he’s even asked it. 

“Why didn’t you call?” 

The boldness of his question stops you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “I wanted to. I mean, I almost did – I typed out so many texts to you it’s borderline embarrassing,” you pause for a second to grab the gauze from the counter behind him. You lean in close enough to catch the scent of him – cedarwood and fresh cotton, the earthy scent of desert dust clinging to his clothes. 

“I guess I’m just not used to being wanted. Don’t know how to do this kind of thing. I’ve been alone for so long, and I guess, I don’t know, Joel,” you affix a little piece of tape to the gauze, before dropping his hand, all finished. 

You stand before him, looking at his chest and the bare skin on his neck that’s dotted with freckles, avoiding his eyes.  

“I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Not sure why a guy like you would even want a girl like me to call him anyway…” you trail off, letting out a small cough to hide the emotion creeping up in your throat. Have you always been this self-deprecating?

His hands float up to your hips, and he tugs you in closer to him, body weight still propped up against the desk, his thick thighs bracketing yours. You still avoid his eyes, your gaze fixed on a button on his shirt in front of you. 

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

The bandaged hand trails up over the side of your body, and his fingers land under your chin, his thumb tilting you up to look at him. You’re sure you must look like a mess, eyes tired from a long shift, mascara smudged from your tears. How pathetic you must look. The pad of his thumb caresses over your lips and you hold your breath. 

There’s so much he could say, so much he wants to say. He wants to build you up, to tell you that you’re worthy of the whole world. That you’re beautiful and kind, and that any man would be lucky to have you. He doesn’t even have to deeply know you to know those things. 

But he can tell from the look in your eyes that it’s not what you need right now. He’ll tell you someday. He’ll tell you every day if you’ll have him. 

But no. 

Right now you don’t need someone to tell you how gorgeous you are, you need someone to show you.

“Joel,” you say, your voice just above a whisper. His thumb is still on your lower lip. 

“Ki–” Before you can continue, his hand drops, and his lips crash into yours and he groans. He wants to rip you open, eat you raw, to devour every inch of you. You’ve had plenty of kisses, but none like this – none full of such heat, a fiery intensity, a need. He wants you. Joel wants you. 

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and you let out a little whimper. The sweet sound goes straight to his already hardening cock. He holds you tighter to his chest, thick and capable hands on your hips as he dips his mouth to your neck, kitten-kissing you as delicately as a man his size can. He skims his injured hand underneath your shirt, caressing the skin between your shoulder blades. Your breath hitches in your throat as he nips at your jaw, eliciting a soft moan from you. And oh – he likes that. 

“Fuck, baby. Wanna go slow with you, take my time. Do it right,” he says, his voice a little wrecked already and he’s barely touched you. 

His hand trails up and pulls the shirt of your uniform down over your breast, exposing the simple lacey bra you’ve had for far too long. You would be embarrassed about him seeing it if you weren’t so aroused, drunk on his touch. You continue to let out little moans as he kisses your neck, and thumbs at your nipple beneath the fabric.

“Wanna show you what you’re worthy of sweet girl, in all the ways,” he groans into your chest. 

His words melt into you like butter, making you feel all soft and weak-limbed, fuzzy in a way that’s new to you. 

“I want you to fuck me so badly,” you blurt out, lost in the delusion of arousal. The words come naturally for a girl who never really had more than a one-night stand or some shitty fuck from a guy who drank too much whiskey – his dick half-hard, promising he’ll rock your world.

That does it for him.

Joel’s cock is rock hard, with an almost painful stiffness. He wants so badly for you to just fall to your knees in this tiny little office and suck it. He wants so badly to hold the column of your throat while he shoves his thick cock into your wet and waiting mouth, feel him deep down your throat. 

But as much as he needs that right now, he knows he has an obligation. To make you feel good. To make you feel good about yourself in every way. 

He hopes to god that you’ll chant his name like a prayer when he unravels you like a spool of thread. He can hear it in his head now, as he licks your soft skin and holds you against him. He can’t stop thinking about how pretty you’ll sound when you come for him.

“Patience, angel baby. You’re in good hands,” he purrs. If you weren’t so hazy you might’ve made a joke about him only having one good hand at the moment. He would chuckle at that, you briefly think, before his husky voice speaks again. 

“Can I undress you?” he asks. You’ve never been asked that, most of the other men we’re quick just to take your clothes off. Too sloppy, too eager – careless. You’re starting to realize how hot consent is.

You toe off your beat-up sneakers and work to take off your shirt and bra, all while Joel unbuttons your skirt. You wiggle your hips to assist him in removing the barrier. After what seems like no time at all, you’re nearly fully nude in front of him, bare save the thin cotton of your panties. As a reflex, you cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide your body, wishing you could blend into the wallpaper. 

“God damn, sweetheart. Look at you,” Joel says, taking a small step back and admiring the view. He looks at you like you’re a masterpiece, a piece of art holding court just for him to gaze at. 

He gently grabs the arm you’re covering yourself with and exposes your bare chest. Goosebumps collect like pebbles on your skin from the cool air, and your nipples harden from the significance of the moment. 

“No need’ta hide from me,” he assures you. You believe him. 

You push your chest out to him, for him. He accepts your offering; swipes a calloused thumb across your plush, silky nipple, and crouches to catch the other in his desperate mouth. He groans into your chest the second your nipple meets his lips. You can’t control the deep hum that escapes from your throat. Joel smirks at the sound, lips still attached to your breast. 

“Feels so good, Joel,” you moan. You have of course played with your nipples when you touched yourself, but you’ve never had a man pay so much attention to them, to be gentle and firm at the same time. 

He trails kisses down the valley of your breasts, across the soft swell of your stomach, whispering sweet praises as he does. You drape your hands over his broad shoulders and thread your fingers through the curls that gather on the back of his head as he works his way down to the band of your panties. Much like your bra, you’d wish you opted for a cuter pair of underwear. Not like you own any anyway, but something tells you he could give two shits about that right now. 

On his knees, he places both of his hands on the curves of your hips and holds you steady while he looks up at you. He looks up at you with a softness you’ve never seen in a man, his pupils so dark they edge out most of the brown, his hooded eyes are almost a plea for you to let him continue. 

“Can I take these off, baby?” he asks, already hooking his thumbs in the band of them, awaiting your permission. 

You pause with your mouth agape a bit, not quite sure what to say. Every fiber of your being wants you to say yes, yes, yes. But you’re nervous – you haven’t shaved, and you remember Tracy saying something about men not liking hair on women, especially not on their pussy — a man won’t even eat you out if you’ve not been properly groomed. 

What if you taste weird? What if he doesn’t like it? You’ve only been eaten out once if you can even classify it as such, and he was down there for maybe two seconds before he was rising and wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, claiming whatever you’re wet enough before shoving his rather average cock into your pussy, paying no mind to you or your pleasure. 

“You, um, you don’t have to. It’s okay, really…” you shy away, trying to give Joel an out. 

His prominent nose presses into your mound and he moans, moans, at your smell. 

“Smell so sweet, need to taste you, sweetheart. I won’t if you don’t want me to, but fuck, I would love to,” he says, the truth behind his voice evident in his tone. His cock twitches against the confines of his jeans. 

He suspects you’ve never had a real man take care of you, taking the time to pleasure you to your heart’s content. A damn shame, he thinks. 

“O-kay,” you say on an exhale. You’re determined to not let the negative thoughts swirling in your head win. 

“I gotcha, don’t worry,” he rasps out, his voice equal parts gentle, and gruff with desire. 

He gently tugs the fabric down over your thighs, the fabric gathering at your ankles. You take a small step out of them, and he gently caresses up the back of your calve, and back of your thigh, his hand landing on the curve of your ass. He tightly grabs the flesh there. He gently guides your leg up onto one of his shoulders, and you press back into the wall and lean your pelvis closer to him. 

“Fuck, what a pretty little pussy,” he praises, before leaning in to place an experimental kiss on the top of your mound. You let out a soft little sound at the feeling of his lips on your skin. He looks up at you once again, making sure you aren’t uncomfortable, before once again returning his attention to your cunt. 

He gets bold with his kisses, and once you’re comfortable with his mouth on you, he glides the middle finger of his non-bandaged hand through your wet slit before flipping it so it’s wrist up, pausing with the pad of it right at the entrance of your tight hole. You look down at him with lusty doe eyes and bite your lower lip in anticipation, still a little nervous. He looks at you and gently nudges the nip in, he holds it there for a brief second, before fully thrusting it up into your core, holding your gaze as he enters you. You gasp.

“Fuck angel, you’re tight,” he moans as he continues to feel you, eventually putting his mouth back on your pussy, his lips sealed around your puffy clit. His large finger pumps in and out of you as his tongue flicks and swirls where you need him the most. 

“More,” you moan, “Fuck–please, Joel, give me more,” you mewle. 

“That’s my girl, gonna stretch you out, get you nice and ready for this cock,” he whispers against your wet skin as he slips another finger in, one you greedily accept. He devours you, licks at you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. It’s so precise, so overwhelming, so fucking good. 

Heat pools in your lower abdomen, and the world goes a little fuzzy at the edges of your vision. You’ve had an orgasm before, you think, but you don’t remember it feeling like this. 

You moan as he sets a relentless pace with his mouth and fingers, slowly tightening the coil inside of you in a way you’ve never felt before. Time slows for a brief moment and your vision goes white, little specks of light dancing behind your eyelids, heat rushing up to your chest and cheeks. 

Until – 

“Holy shit, yes, I’m coming, oh my god, don’t stop,” you unravel for him, a babbling mess of pleasure, he holds you steady as he works you through it. And when he’s satisfied that you’re satisfied, he gently hoists your leg off of his shoulder and rises to his full height. 

“Such a good girl for me, you come so pretty,” he whispers against your neck, nipping at your jaw until his lips find yours. You taste yourself on them, feel the wetness in his beard. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you moan. It’s so hot to taste yourself on him, dizzying that he’s not wiping it away. He wants you. Joel wants you.

The daze of your release wears off, hurling you back down to earth. Joel kept his promise, he did show you what you’re worthy of. No more mediocre, subpar sex for you. You are worthy of that. Deserve that and more. It’d be rude of you not to return the favor. 

On jelly-like legs, you begin to kneel before him, wanting nothing more than to be a practitioner of pleasure, to elicit another good girl from him. He stops you before your knees touch the floor. 

“You don’t want me to suck your cock?” you ask, feeling a sting of rejection. 

“Oh angel baby, I would love to feel those sweet little lips of yours wrapped tight around my cock, hold your throat as you choke on me,” he coos.

You bring your palm to cup him through his jeans and he groans, your hands trace over the thick shape. He’s big. You watch as his jaw tightens and his head falls back as you work over him. You can’t help but feel excited when you feel a damp spot on his jeans, the place where his pre-come has gathered. 

“But there’s something I want more right now. Feel what you do to me?” he says, pressing your hand harder down onto him. “Need to feel that sweet, tight cunt of yours around me first,” he says with intensity, an urgency in his voice. You make quick work of undoing his belt buckle and slip off his jeans and boxers in one swoop. 

Truly seeing him, the sight of his heavy cock in all its glory, makes your mouth water a little. 

“Yo–you’re so big,” you say, a little intimidated. He grabs you by the hips and holds you tight against him, his cock pressed between your bodies against the bare flesh of your tummy. You think you might actually feel him there when he’s inside you at this rate. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You can take it,” he says, using one hand to grab the back of your thigh and tapping the other. You get the memo. He lifts you and spins you around so you’re sitting on the mahogany desk behind you, your damp skin sticking to the mess of customer receipts and supply lists underneath you. He stands between your legs, holding himself by the base, pumping himself slowly up and down his length. “I’m on birth control,” you say, blurting it out. “And I’m clean, you don’t have to use a condom, I mean, if you don’t want to.” And shit – that’s music to his fucking ears. 

“Okay. Open your legs wide for me, baby. Wanna see you,” he says, and you do. He juts his head down and spits onto it, using his fist to work it onto himself. You hold your legs open in a V, bracing yourself with your arms behind you. Your ass hangs slightly off the edge of the desk, just enough for him to have full access and view of your glistening slit.  

He positions himself at your entrance and gently pushes his hips forward so the tip of him is inside of you. He pauses there, giving you a second to adjust. Your heart throbs in your chest, and your eyes flicker closed. 

“Eyes on me, baby. Wanna see you as I take what’s mine,” he says, his voice a wreck. When you open them, he sinks even deeper. Halfway inside of you, he pauses again. 

“Okay?” he asks. You nod. 

You can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to hurt you. And while you may be out of practice, you know your body was made for this. You feel so full, so content, you just want to feel all of him. After he’s confident you’re ready, he pushes his hips forward once again, fully burying himself deep inside of you. 

Your pussy walls clench against him, and your jaw goes slack. You were right, you do feel him in your tummy. He’s so fucking big, but god, it feels good. It’s like he’s stuffing and filling all of the lonely spaces that have been hiding inside of you for so long. Like he was made for you.

He sets a slow and steady rhythm at first, dragging in and out of you. You can tell he wants to fuck you harder, deeper. You can tell that he’s waiting for you to take it there, to give him that permission. 

“You can fuck me harder, Joel. ‘M not gonna break, I promise,” you coo. His hand at your hip flexes tighter, and that’s all he needs. “Shit, c’mere,” he says, helping you off the desk, steading your legs. He flips you over and presses you against the desk, your bare breasts flesh against the cool wood, your hips perfectly positioned at the edge, bent over and waiting to once again be stuffed. 

He stands behind you, angles your hips up slightly, and once again buries himself in you.

“Such a perfect cunt,” he groans, beginning to set a relentless pace. Something about this angle does something for you, too. His cock fits just right, pushing and gliding over the spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars. He holds your hips tightly as he pumps in and out of you, eliciting throaty moans from you. The air is filled with the filthy wanton sound of skin slapping against skin. 

“I –” you mew, “I think I’m gonna come again,” you say, breathless. 

“Come for me, baby. Be the good girl I know you are and show me how pretty you are when you come on my cock,” he says, a little out of breath, voice deep. 

Good girl. Pretty. Come for him. 

And you do. Your pussy pulses around him as the wave of your orgasm takes over you, your mind hazy and filled with nothing but the thought of the way he fills you just right. 

His movements begin to slow. You can tell he’s close. 

“Where do you want me, baby?”

“Inside, please. Want you to fill me up, make me yours,” you rasp, beg. 

After a few more thrusts of his hips, he begins to stutter and slow. He pauses buried to the hilt inside of you and groans as his cock paints your insides with thick ropes of come. 

He holds you there, both of your breaths coming a little ragged, his body shaking and jolting a little. You feel him pulse inside of you. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt this content, utterly blissed out from the feeling of him – all of him – deep inside of you. 

When he pulls out, you let out a small moan, a little sad your pussy has nothing to clench around anymore. He tells you to stay there for a second before he returns with a handful of paper towels from the kitchen to help clean you up. 

He kisses you again. It’s different this time, not as intense as the first few, but just as hot, just as passionate. The same pull you felt the moment he first entered the restaurant. 

He helps you get dressed, and you fasten his belt buckle for him and check the gauze on his fist. You both stand there in silence, not quite sure where to go from here, until he offers up. 

“Wanna smoke?” 

++++ 

“So, how long have you lived here’?” he asks, holding open the lit zippo from his back pocket to you. With the cigarette dangling between your lips, you steady it between your fingers and lean in, the dim glow of the fire illuminates your features. 

“Too long,” you mumble, taking a big drag. Now you get why in movies after a really good sex scene the characters always want a cigarette. You watch as he lights his own. 

“And you, where are you off to next?” You don’t want him to leave. 

“Not sure, the contract job my brother and I have in the county over ends in a week or so. Was thinkin’ it might be nice to head south, maybe Austin,” he responds, smoke dancing in the air around him. 

Your stomach twists a bit at the thought. Don’t go. 

“Although, ‘M not so sure anymore. Starting to think I might have a few things I need to take care of here first,” he says, shifting his gaze from the ground until his hooded eyes find yours. 

He gives you a subtle wink. You smile.

You stand there in comfortable silence, leaning up against the wall next to him, taking in the crisp desert air, enjoying being next to him. 

And when it’s time to go, he offers you his hand and a ride home. You accept.

But this time when you stamp out the cigarette, watching the embers fade into darkness, you fully entertain the notion that not only could you have more.

You will. 

Especially if Joel has anything to say about it.

END

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[luminiamore]

biker geto suguru x black hoochie mama reader

warnings: fingerfucking, soft dom sugu, he’s a tease, sugu has a big dick, but we knew this!

a/n: this man is so fine i need him neow.

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Life has always treated you so well, beyond well, in fact. You resided in one of Atlanta’s finest lofts, debt-free at 23 despite recently graduating from college. Even though you have your own income, your generous parents still send you a fat check every week or so. You had men constantly begging on their knees to fund your entire existence, and on the occasion, women, too. Everything you wanted simply came to you with no trouble. 

You wanted that cute brown skin man with the waves that you saw at the grocery store? He already has your number. You want that pretty ’90s hairstyle you saw in a vintage magazine? You were already on your way to go get it done. You want to change your dramatic nails, even though you just got them done two days ago, because you found another style you want more? Who can deny you? It’s your world. 

Was it manifestation? Who knows. The one thing you do know is that the world hands you everything on a pure gold platter.

Popularity followed you whenever you went, but who could blame you? You were the epitome of everything sexy. From the way your rose-colored wedges beautifully complement your flawless white toes against your dark skin to how your denim mini skirts hug your curves and accentuate your figure, and your tops, or mainly bikini tops, enhance your boobs so well that they could make a grown man cry. 

Had you been an adult woman in the 90s instead of being a high-maintenance child, you might have been a star, perhaps even one of the most iconic video vixens. However, that title belongs to your momma. The OG.

She was the sought-after beauty every top rapper wanted for their music videos. From Snoop Dogg to 50 Cent, Lil Wayne to Jay Z, Biggie - she lit up screens. She even brought fire to the feud between Tupac and Biggie when she appeared in the latter’s video. You’re almost sure that lady even told you about how Pac was nearly your father before she met your dad. And you, like the little minx you were, lived up to her status.

Now, you weren’t in those modern-day rap videos of the pretty big booty woman shaking their ass on camera. Your momma raised you to have more class than that. She taught you that your ass isn’t the biggest asset you have to offer, figuratively. Your face is, the way you make people feel is, the way you seduce people is. 

That resulted in you appearing in a few music videos where the artist expressed love for someone, as those typically featured the camera focused on one girl. And that girl was you. Those got you the recognition your momma had. Those got men practically lining up to pay all your bills, those got plentiful women dying to either be you or be with you.

Your reputation preceded you; you were exceptional, operating on a different level altogether. Your complexion was flawless, your lips rich and full, and your eyes possessed a captivating allure that could weaken anyone with just one glance. You were taught to always go after the best because you are the best. 

So, what the hell was your ass doing walking around in Oakland City? Wearing your ripped undercut booty shorts, which showed more booty than shorts, along with a vintage Dior top you borrowed stole from your momma, complete with a matching purse.

Your flower sandals from Dolce & Gabbana made such a powerful tapping sound, combined with the multiple pieces of gold adorning your wrists, ears, and neck, that everyone you passed couldn’t help but look to see just who it was, and they were definitely not disappointed.

You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t dream of entering one of the most dangerous areas of your hometown without protection. Your bedazzled gold pepper spray and your fully loaded Beretta Nano 9mm pistol in your purse, itching to be used if someone tries you.

They wouldn’t dare, though. Your momma wasn’t the only legendary figure in your family. Your dad ran one of the leading crime families in all of Atlanta, dealing with heavy drugs, counterfeiting, and smuggling illegal things across borders. He was feared just as equally as he was respected. 

Messing with you? Your pops would send their family a well-decorated package with their son on a shirt. The last man that cheated on you was a prime example. You couldn’t feel bad for him, though, you did warn him.

To answer your earlier inquiry, which has been nagging at you since you parked your Toyota GR Supra Coupe at a motel five blocks away from the neighborhood, you were there to buy drugs. Weed, more specifically. You could have asked your father, but you really weren’t up for hearing his opinion on how he believes you smoke too much. So you go to the next best thing, Satoru Gojo. 

Since your dad was focused on dealing with harder drugs, he didn’t bother with substances like shrooms or anything related to weed. He considered himself too old for that and delegated the task to his second in command and your friend since birth, Satoru. You quicken your pace, heels tapping rapidly as you approach one of his many houses. You’re almost there. 

He has some of the best shit in the A, but whenever you ask him how he does it,

“I just sell it, Sis. My best friend does all the hard stuff,” 

You would always roll your pretty eyes at this because this supposed best friend he always bragged about was never around. At first, you believed he fibbed about having a best friend out of embarrassment, suspecting that you were the only one who could tolerate his antics.

But you saw glimpses, small ones. A fine leather jacket hanging off his dining room chair that you know Satoru wouldn’t wear. A motorcycle helmet standing tall on the side of his kitchen counter. Your suspicions proved unfounded as your gaze shifted to a sleek, blacked-out MTT 420 Turbine Superbike as you approached Toru’s driveway. 

You know damn well that can’t belong to Satoru. Your movements stop once you knock harshly on the door. You catch the faint sound of a random trap song playing through it. You can’t help but smile, amused by how predictably cliché this white-haired man-child can be. Trap music at a trap house.

Your smile fades as you’re met with a cold glare from a short, thick, light-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig. Studying her features further, you can’t help but acknowledge her prettiness. But the minute she opened her mouth, you were annoyed.

“And, who the fuck you is?” She snaps loudly, the gum she’s chewing matching her obnoxiousness. She’s too pretty for this.

“Girl, bye.” You push past her, causing her to stumble slightly, as you march into the house. Maybe she was about to say something, but you didn’t stick around to find out. With your back turned to her, you catch Satoru muttering softly and glancing past you, “Don’t even try it.” 

She sucks her teeth in annoyance, slamming the door behind her as she heads back to the couch where Satoru, another man, and three other girls are seated. Wait- another man? 

You glance back at the couch again, only to steady your hands on the wall you were leaning on. Woah. This man was so fine that he almost made your legs give out on you. The fuck?

His face was so pretty. Sharp black eyes and the longest hair you’ve ever seen on a man. The wife beater he wore clung tightly to his perfect skin, so much so that you could make out that he had nipple piercings. Woah. The tattoos trailing up both of his muscular arms had you ready to remind yourself to just fucking breathe. He sported washed black Chrome Heart jeans, and the pretty cross peeking from his waistband gave it away. 

This man was looking at you, more like undressing you with his eyes. And you couldn’t look away.

“You can’t be knocking on my door like that Sis, I almost thought you were the feds.” Satoru hums, though he really wasn’t worried. He knew the feds couldn’t hold him for long; he had too much money for that. You quickly glance at him and roll your eyes. When you shift your gaze away from Toru, you turn back to the man who has yet to introduce himself to you.

As if he could read your mind, he rises from his seat, his towering height catching you off guard, and he saunters almost sensually towards where you’re standing in the kitchen. The minute he stands in front of you,

“Suguru Geto. You’re beautiful if you don’t mind me saying,” He brings a hand out to shake yours, his eyes never shifting from your brown ones. You glance down for a moment, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy when you catch sight of his immaculately clean, clear polished nails, his fingers adorned with silver rings. Lord, help you.

You give him a smile when you register his compliment, “Y/n. You’re the infamous best friend I hear so much about but never see?” You raise a brow.

Suguru swears he’s died and went to heaven when he hears your honey voice. He thinks he’s met the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on. The gold grill you have of what he remembers is the Scorpio sign confirms it. I mean, just look at you, your outfit, your jewelry, and your face. 

Suguru believes he knows himself. He knows he doesn’t like girls that do “too much,” but you make it look so good. He knows he doesn’t even have a fetish for feet. But if you told him to right now, he would drop down immediately and worship yours. He believed a goddess was walking among him when you walked through the door. 

“That’s me, the idiot doesn’t have anyone else,” He mutters. You let out the cutest laugh at his comment that makes his dick harden in his jeans. Lord, help him.

Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp behind the two of you, “Hey! I have Y/n!” You immediately retort at him, raising a finger at him. 

“Aht! No, you don’t,” You chuckle, snickering and rolling your eyes as you catch him placing a hand on his heart as if you’ve just shot him.

“Stop hogging my best friend and come get what you came for, Sis,” He waves a bag in the air, holding at least 20 grams of weed, ignoring the two girls tugging on both of his arms.

You squeal and sprint as fast as your heels allow towards where he’s seated. Suguru follows after you slowly, feeling ashamed at the way the other two girls cling to him the moment he sits down. He wants nothing to do with them, he feels almost disgusted by their presence now that you’re here. He didn’t even realize they were here when he arrived, he was only here for Satoru.

You snatch the bag from him, slip it into your purse, and then lunge toward him for a hug, knowing he’d never let you pay, of course.

“Thank you, Toru!” Naturally, he wastes no time pushing the two girls aside to embrace you. You’ve always been his top priority. Suguru finds it challenging to look away because as you hug his best friend, your curvaceous behind is directly in his line of sight. He wishes you would hug him like that.

When you straighten, “I gotta go. You guys seem busy anyway,” You quickly utter and glance at Suguru. He seemed like he was about to say something, but you interject before he can. 

“It was nice meeting you, Suguru.” You softly tell him. He might’ve just came in his pants with the way you said his name in that tone. He pauses for a moment, but before he can utter a word, you’ve already dashed out the front door.

He stills, and he turns to his lifelong best friend,

“Give me her number.”

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It’s been about two hours since you arrived at your loft. You prepared yourself a nice dinner, a well-made Alfredo, before making your way to your room. You sink into the comfort of your silk sheets, retrieving your ashtray and preparing to roll up. Soft Erykah Badu playing from your Alexa Speaker. You’re interrupted by an unknown number dinging on your phone. 

Who’s this?

You smile immediately, feeling a rush of nerves as you realize he asked Satoru for your number. You're accustomed to getting what you want, and right now, you want him. You eagerly await his text, noticing that he's typing.

You observe his directness. Suguru is texting you as if he knows exactly what he wants, and if there's one thing you admire in a man, it's when he's decisive and goes after what he wants.

You've already decided to smoke with him, swiftly swapping your shorts for a black Juicy Tracksuit as it got windy. You opt to play a little hard to get.

Your jaw drops at the amount he sent you for an Uber. Is he crazy? While you’ve had people send you rides to go somewhere, you can’t shake the feeling that he just wanted an excuse to send you money. You’re still reeling from the shock when he immediately sends you the address to his place afterward. You grab two rolled-up blunts and slide on a pair of kitten heels. Snatching your keys, you head out when your Uber driver arrives outside.

The drive to his place is surprisingly short, almost too short. Considering how spread out the area is, you’ve only been in the car for 15 minutes, yet you’re still in the same neighborhood. You brush it off and approach his door. As you knock, you notice Suguru’s driveway filled with three vehicles: the motorcycle you saw earlier, a Mercedes E-Class, and a sleek BMW M3. You can’t help but appreciate yet another reason you’re drawn to him.

He opens the door, and you swear you wish you could pounce on him. He’s still wearing the wife beater, and when you glance up at his face, you notice his eyes are low and red. With his hair tied up in a man bun, a few strands cascading over his face, the only thought running through your mind is... He’s so pretty.

“You started getting lit without me?” You feign surprise as he welcomes you inside. He kindly takes your keys and hangs them on the holder by his door. You could feel him staring at your ass as you move to stand beside him.

He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches a hand out. “You know how Satoru is. My room?” You nod, and he shivers as your long, pretty nails brush against his hand. Was everything about you so alluring?

You follow behind him, noting how he never lets go of your hand. His room, much like his style, is entirely black. Black sheets adorn a king-sized bed, with a few rock band posters hanging above where his dressers are placed. He even has a private bathroom, the door wide open. Damn, this man even has lavender incense burning on the small desk next to his bed.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,”

Don’t mind if I do. You drop your body on his bed with a plop. You start to take off your right heel, intending to reach for the left one, only to find Suguru already kneeling down, doing it for you. When he’s done, he rubs your feet for about three long seconds before pulling away. You gasp softly, looking away from his intense gaze. Is he usually this forward?

“Uh- I rolled two. I get lip gloss on the blunt,” You sputter out, retrieving them from your purse as he stands up from his position on the floor and settles onto his pillow.

He makes a tsk sound, “Don’t play with me,” He grabs only one from your raised hand and pulls a skull lighter from his jeans pocket. As you place the other one in your purse, you watch him take the first hit. You realize he enjoys eye contact because, throughout all of his movements, his eyes never leave yours.

You’re nervous. For the first time in your life, a man has made you feel nervous. His energy makes you nervous, how he observes you with such intensity makes you nervous, and even how he feeds you the blunt after taking a few hits makes you nervous.

You’re mesmerized. The effects of the blunts hit you swiftly, altering your mind and intensifying your urge to fuck this man till he sees stars.

Suguru himself has never felt this way before. He’s had a few flings here and there and has even been in a relationship or two. But he’s never felt the need to be entirely consumed by someone. The minute he saw you, it felt like time had stopped for him; he could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to give you the universe because the world is far too small for someone like you.

“You have a boyfriend?” His husky voice asks this out of respect for you. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck less if you had a man. You’d be his either way.

“Why? You want me?” You giggle, though you knew he did, you just wanted to tease him. As you gaze up at him through the haze, your breath catches when you observe that his eyes have darkened noticeably. You recognize that expression all too well—it mirrors the one you give the camera when it’s focused on you.

He doesn’t respond or even break a smile at your inquiry. No, his eyes are fixated on your plump, glossed lips as you take another hit. You shift your thighs a little, you don’t know how long you can wait before he makes his move.

Suguru notices, and this time, his lips twitch up a bit, “And if I did?” His whisper keeps you quiet. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Suguru doesn’t mind your silence. He needs you to savor your angelic tune anyway since you’ll scream his name in a few minutes. Rising from his position, he tilts your chin towards him, his eyes catching note of the smoke in your mouth. Drawing his lips dangerously close to yours, he exhales softly,

“Let it go.” You don’t hesitate to listen to his command. It’s as if your mind is his now, the way he doesn’t even do anything to get your attention. As soon as the smoke escapes your lips, he inhales it, pressing his soft lips firmly against yours.

You whimper out at the force and immediately kiss him back. Suguru swears he’s already in love when he feels your lips reciprocate his action, the stickiness of your strawberry gloss making him release a sound that had you squeezing your thighs. He’s relentless, nipping and forcing his tongue to merge with yours.

His fervor with just a kiss leaves you reeling. The combination of the weed and his lips makes you feel intoxicated, causing you to grasp onto the fabric of his jeans to steady yourself. When he pulls away from you, it only makes you crave more.

You’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of Brent Faiyez playing on his speaker is long tuned out. He stares at your eyes briefly before gently pulling you down to lay on your back. You lean up to pull him into another passionate kiss,

“More, please.” You whine out, a little too desperate for your taste. You couldn’t understand why you wanted him so bad, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that your pussy was dripping the minute you saw him at Satoru’s place. You can tell he wants to take things slow, but you can’t find it in you to share the same feeling. You need him to do something to you, now.

He only whispers, “Patience, sweetheart.” And moves his lips down to your neck. Soft kisses fill your throat before he stops teasing and reaches for your zipper. He's not shocked to learn that you don't wear a bra; he could almost see your hard nipples through the velvet fabric of your hoodie.

Your sigh of satisfaction comes from the moment he wraps his lips around your dark areola and gently caresses the fat of your unattended boob. He starts slowly, listening to the sounds you make and observing how he can persuade you to moan louder. Your breath gets shaky when he gets more aggressive with his movement, pulling at your sensitive nipples. He decides that he wants more from you.

Suguru rasps out, “I know you want me to fuck you,” Your body feels on fire as his touch slithers down your stomach, grazing your belly ring. He lowers your tracksuit pants for you and throws them across his room, forbidding you to do anything that doesn’t include you receiving pleasure. Your body is anticipating as he continues, “But I need to prep you, or you won’t be able to take me,”

He toys with the slender strap of your thong, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on your face as he talks, “Be good and let me play with you for a bit, okay?”

Your fiery personality is well-known for not letting men dictate your actions. You’re quick to dismiss any nigga, and based on instinct, you’re almost prepared to snap: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? 

By now, you should realize that Suguru observes every single move you make, every slight gesture you make, when your breath catches, and even now, he detects that you intend to snap at him. He does nothing but give you a look, a dangerous look, which only implies I dare you. Suguru orchestrates a dominance so calm but prominent that you can’t help but whimper out a quiet “Yes,”

What is he doing to you?

He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth as a reward. He’s in a trance. Suguru can’t pull his gaze away from your panties. You’re so wet that it’s clinging onto the fabric as he slowly pulls it away from your lower lips. He finds himself plunging two fingers into your wet cunt before your thong even touches your knees. Fuck, you’re tight.

“Ah- shit! Sugu!” You mewl, walls immediately clenching on his thick fingers. He quickly begins to rub circles on your twitching clit, observing as you gasp and scramble under him. You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you this, too.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your slick is dripping all over his palm as he finger fucks you. You try to keep your moans in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your mind. But you can’t. You can’t do anything but scream out at the way his long fingers are effortlessly punishing your G-spot.

Suguru moves his fingers faster when you don’t answer him, “I asked you a question, baby.” 

Your loud whimpers can be heard over his music. How could you possibly answer? You’re already starting to blank, you’re not sure you even listened to what he said. “I- Oh fuck, Yes!” 

The sounds coming from your fat pussy is downright phonographic. The squishing, the squelching. Shit, it’s even dripping onto his bed, creating a wet stain. Fuck. Suguru doesn’t think he can take another minute without being inside you. He needs it, but he needs to make you cum first. 

He knows you’re about to, with the way your breathing is stuttering and the way there’s a white cream starting to stain his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you. You’re clenching so hard he’s not sure his dick will fit inside of you. He’ll make it fit, he’ll break your little pussy in if he has to.

Suguru leans against you, his desperate panting revealing his longing for you as he whispers in your ear, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He fucks his fingers inside of you harder, rubbing your pretty clit even faster.

You nod eagerly, mind already reeling as you wail, “Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum, Sugu! I- Shitt,” He gently kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth as if he’s encouraging you to accept it, to just cum all over him. And you do.

Your grip on the bottom of Suguru’s wifebeater hurts your fingers, and you arch your back off the bed while your tight walls clench once more around him. You see white spots in your blacked-out vision, and your squealing is so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear it. He doesn’t stop moving when you cum, wanting to prolong what he knows is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had. 

When you finally stop twitching in aftershock, your breathing begins to slow down, and his movements follow suit. Your panties are long gone. He swiftly pulls out of you while you’re still in a daze, making you unaware that he’s sucking up your essence from his fingers and pulling his jeans down along with his Calvin Klein briefs.

You are, however, aware when he pushes your thick brown thighs flush against your chest. And you’re even more aware when he lines his fat pink tip to your sticky lower lips. Suguru doesn’t let you see just how big he is, he directs your focus to his lips on yours. But Lord, do you fucking feel it. You feel it when he rubs up and down on your wet slit. You feel it when he pushes only his tip inside of you before he pulls back out again.

Suguru doesn’t think he can keep on teasing you like this. He tries to keep it up for your sake, but the way you feel on his tip has his body shaking; it’s almost embarrassing. But he can’t find himself to feel ashamed when you look up at him at him like that, your eyes pleading for him to fuck you into the mattress.

“I’m gonna put it in now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?” You’re learning, you know he wants an answer from you, and you don’t bat an eye when your trembling, honeyed voice whispers, “Whatever y-you want, Sugu.”

Whatever he wants? You probably should’ve never said that, and he’ll show you why. He pushes inside of your cunt slowly, hissing at the same time you shriek when your walls try to push him out. “Breathe,” He rasps out. And you’re trying, you’re really trying to. But he’s just so fucking big, it’s like he’s breaking your pussy in half. 

“Y-You’re too big! I can’t-” He doesn’t let you finish, he proves that you can when he pushes in halfway through your slobbering pussy. 

“Of course you can, Y/n. You’re almost there, sweetheart. One more breath for me, yeah?” 

You listen wordlessly, sucking in another deep breath. It’s inevitable to cry when he plunges the rest of his 8 and a half inches in one go. Suguru lets out a groan in your ear, and the sound makes your insides churn. How is it that he immediately finds your spongy spot? You’re so used to being briefly grazed in that spot that this feeling is foreign to you.

Suguru gives you a few seconds before your pussy starts suffocating him, and he’s forced to start feeding you with slow, deep strokes. “Jesus, fuck!” You keen, mewling, and pressing on his firm abs; the pressure was just too much for you. Are you crazy?

“None of that Y/n.” He uses his left hand to hold both of your hands and place them above your head, gently grasping your throat with his right. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, and his big cock never stops stirring up your guts at that slow pace. He gets impatient. 

“You feel so good, so fucking tight. Pretty pussy is mine now, yeah? Tell me it is,” Gradual snapping of his hips against yours in a feverous tempo causes you to scramble under him, with your mind getting lost since you can’t find anything to keep you grounded. He has you altogether under his control, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset.

You don’t respond, your brain too gone to form any thought that’s not Sugu. You’ve forgotten your manners, he’ll make sure to remind you. He snaps his hips harder, he swears the cries you make almost make him cum on the spot.

“Words, Y/n. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine,” The sound of your soaked pussy filling the air as he whispers against your lips, which are permanently shaped in a perfect O.

You weep out, “Fuck! Oh, Sugu- it’s yours, all yours! I- Ah!” His face adorns with a sly smile at your confession. His body is on fire, your pussy perfectly snug around the shape of his cock. He knows he’s about to cum, with the way his insides are twisting, and his heavy balls are twitching rapidly as they slap on the fat on your ass. Your pussy is so good that he swears you’re not even from this planet. But he needs to get you there first. That’s all he needs to dump his seed inside of you.

He slithers the hand gripping your throat down to your drooling clit, rubbing so fast you think you’re having whiplash. Your cries become louder, and before you even know what’s happening, you’re covering Suguru’s entire stomach and his soft sheets with your squirt.

Suguru follows swiftly after you, letting out a sinful moan, his body trembling as he fills your pussy with his cum. It’s so much, so fucking much, that you can feel it overflowing past your stretched-out pussy. The sluggishness of his thrusts inside you causes him to let out loud breaths and drop his face in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes are still stuck on the ceiling above you, shallow breaths emerging from your sore throat. Woah.

The long-haired man above you is still panting and giving you another command, making it difficult for you to process what just happened to you.

“On your stomach, sweetheart.”

This time, you remember your manners.

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