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thebearer · 2 years ago

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follow me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: the bear needs a social media rebrand. sydney hired you, and carmen gets more than just followers after meeting you.

an: bad descript i'm sorry lol. basically you're a social media manager and carmen likes you lol or how you and carmen meet <3 also thinking this will be a part 1???? lmk if you want a part 2!!!

contains: reader is a social media manager. language. carmen denying himself happiness ofc. mentions of mikey. fluff, fluff, fluff!!!

“What the hell is this?” Sydney’s voice raised, brow raised even higher to heighten her suspicions. Maybe her disgust.

After Carmen looked at the snarl on her face, he decided it was definitely disgust.

“What?” Carmen shrugged, looking at the screen in front of him. “It’s the, uh, The Beef’s old Instagram.”

“Right.” Sydney said slowly, blinking at Carmen obviously. “The Beef, and we are not that anymore. We are The Bear.” She scrolled for a moment. “They also haven’t posted since twenty-twenty, which is-”

“-Well, Mikey ran it, alright?” Carmen huffed, glaring at Sydney with annoyance. “I just found the fuckin’ password on a fucking gum wrapper in a folder labeled ‘important shit’ so I don’t know what to tell you.”

Sydney nodded slowly, looking back at the phone, before sighing deeply. “I know what you should do.” She said, typing on her phone. Carmen grunted, still looking at the piles of order forms for produce in front of him. “You need a social media manager, because Carm, this? It's not gonna work.”

“Social media what?” Carmen’s brows creased, shaking his head. “I don’t- no, I don’t need to do that. I’ll just, I’ll get Gary or fuckin’ Sweeps or Fak to run-”

“No, no, Carmen, seriously? Look at this. There’s- oh my God- there’s a thing here that says bring your own plate and you’ll get a free drink, Carmen… What the fuck?” Sydney sighed, shaking her head at him.

Carmen nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I-I’m thinking that was a, uh, a Mikey special.” He muttered, pinching his eyes shut. “I can’t afford to hire someone on the payroll for that long, ok? Not when I could hire another hostess or-or a runner.”

“They only come in to revamp and get it started. Just a little kick start for now. To get us started.” Sydney explained, clicking on her screen. “Look, I have a mutual friend with this girl who’s really fuckin’ good, ok? She did Lobo’s that pizza place? Got them from two hundred to eighteen thousand followers in like two or three months.”

Carmen’s eyes flashed, looking at Sydney with a raised brow. “Seriously? Fuck…” Carmen looked at the screen, the crisp photos, videos, fun and trendy- vibrant and alluring. He hated to admit it, but it was good.

“Look, Carm, it’s free advertising, ok? You catch the influencers if it goes viral. Could really put this place out there.” Sydney countered. “It’d be a lot cheaper than paying for some shitty advertisement on the news that no one watches anyways. Could bring in a lot of business and attention.”

Carmen’s fingers drummed against the counter, sighing sharply. “Fine, whatever, see if you can get her in and just… Just tell me how much I need to put aside, alright? I’ll push the new glasses until then.”

Sydney smiled triumphantly, nodding at Carmen. “Yes, Chef.” She saluted, walking out of the office.

Three days later, you were standing outside of The Bear, newly opened, freshly renovated, and steady but not booming. “Uh, excuse me?” You waved through the window at the man in the beanie, looking at you carefully.

“Hey, we’re closed until dinner, alright? But you can-”

“Oh, no. I, uh, I’m not here for eating.” You cringed, shaking your head. “I’m looking for Sydney? Or Carmen? I’m the new social media person?”

“Social media?” The man repeated, pushing the door open further. “Oh, shit! You’re the girl who does the, uh, Lobo and Avec!”

“Yeah, I am.” You blushed, walking into the restaurant.

“I love watching those reels of the asmr cutting the bread. Ugh, I watch it every night before going to bed.” The guy laughed, locking the door behind you. “Oh, I’m Marcus by the way.”

You took his extended hand, introducing yourself, while you took in the fixtures on the wall, the art, the overall ambiance. “I am going to get Carmen, but you can stay right here if you want.” Marcus grinned, pushing the sliding doors open.

You set your things down, pulling out your notebook, and looking around the restaurant. You knew that this was once The Beef, Sydney had sent you a few things about Carmen’s credentials and you looked up the rest. Impressed was an understatement, a guy your age that had ran the best restaurant in the world? Quite possibly was the best chef in the world or at least Chicago and needed your help? You were nervous, to say the least.

Marcus called your name, making you jump slightly as you turned around. “Uh, so this is Carmen. He’s the owner, the head chef.”

“Hi,” You were met with piercing blue eyes, hidden under a stray blonde lock of hair. Carmen’s hand reached for yours. “Nice to meet you. Sydney, uh, she couldn’t stop tellin’ me about your work. Thank you for helpin’ us out.”

“No, no, thank you.” You reached for his hand, strong, a little rough, trying not to stare at his inked fingers. “It’s a pleasure to work with you. She told me a little about you, about the restaurant. It’s very impressive. Surprised you needed me.” You grinned.

Carmen bit back a smile, looking down to hide his blush. Fuck, Sydney said you were good at your job, she failed to mention that you were so fuckin’ pretty too. Carmen could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, taking flight like he was a middle schooler again with a school yard crush.

“So, if you have time, I want to go over some goals with you?” You say, gripping your notebook tightly.

“Goals. Right, uh,” Carmen looked through the back doors. “Sydney is on her break, and-and my sister, Sugar- well, her name is Natalie, she’s like our manager. Richie too, uh, shit- I’m sorry that’s a lot of people, I know.” Carmen shook his head, an anxious laugh pealing out from his lips. “Those are the people you need to talk to, basically. I can grab them, just-”

“-But you’re the owner, right?” You asked, lifting a brow gently.

“No, I mean, yeah, I am.” Carmen stuttered.

“Then I need to talk to you, too.” You gave him a small smile. “I mean, you know this place better than anyone, right? All the ins and outs? And from what Sydney told me, you redid this entire place. Right?”

“Yeah, I did.” Carmen nodded. Fuck, he kept staring at your lips, he didn’t mean to, he was just… he was distracted.

“So, we can all meet if you want, or I can do it one at a time.” You pulled your pen out of your notebook, looking at him with a gentle smile. It had Carmen’s heart racing. “I just have a few questions about the vision.”

“The vision?” Carmen repeated, swallowing around the growing lump in his throat.

“Yeah, the vision.” You smiled. “Just… tell me about this place. Tell me about you.” You slid into the chair across from him.

Carmen wiped his hands on his pants, turning to look at the doors, hoping someone would come to his rescue. He wasn’t good at talking, especially not to pretty girls, especially about himself. Still, he couldn’t leave you sitting there. He’d hired you after all, and you were here to help him. So he sat down across from you, hoping you didn’t see the way his knee bounced under the table, hoping you couldn’t hear how his heart pounded.

“So, Carmen Berzatto,” You grinned, every syllable of his name rolling off your tongue so sweetly, Carmen was sure he was going to faint. “Tell me about The Bear. Why did you start it?”

“Well, it was The Beef before. And-And my parents owned it, then my brother Mikey did…” Carmen started, watching the way you scribbled, eyes flickering to him with a small smile.

“Hello!” You called, pushing through the back door. They’d given you the code a week ago, so you didn’t have to wait or pound on the front door until someone took mercy and let you in. “It’s content day!” You sang, cheery and bright.

Carmen could hear the pretty trill of your voice, trickling down the hall and into the kitchen. Tina smirked, watching the way he stopped, turning to look at you, blush rising under his white shirt. “Hey, Jeff,” Tina smirked, his head snapping to her. “Your girl’s here.”

The staff had been teasing Carmen relentlessly about how smitten he was with you. Something he’d been so reluctant to do, he now looked forward to. Carmen swore it was because of your work. You had taken them from the measly six hundred followers they’d had since they started the account in twenty-eleven to six thousand, strategic posts and tags and tagging a few buzz accounts that were Chicago foodies. Business had gone up, reservations filling slowly. Followers poured in from TikTok, from the reels, from the posts. One tag from a micro Chicago influencer had brought in a good chunk and was still, all because of a photo with the pretty light features and the dessert.

“Where’s the Bear?” You grinned, passing Sydney, camera in hand, bag slung over your shoulder. You pushed open Carmen’s office, dropping your bag in there. He’d told you that you could keep your things in there, since you didn’t have a locker, of course- and not at all because that meant he’d see you before you left.

“He’s in here, baby!” Tina called, smirking at Carmen.

“C’mon,” Carmen shook his head, a deep breath to keep him from looking so flushed. It worked for a moment, of course, until you rounded the corner. All bright smiles and fuck, you smelled so good. Camren wanted to drown himself in your perfume. “Good morning, Bear.” You beamed.

Carmen grinned, cheeks heating with every step you took forward. “Mornin’.” He muttered, looking at the clock.

“It’s content day.” You grinned, shaking your camera lightly. “Tell me you got something good for me, Chef. What's the special this week?”

“A lamb tenderloin with a gorgonzola sauce served over pasta- house made, of course.” Carmen answered.

“Of course.” You repeated with a tiny grin. You turned on your camera, taking a test shot, before you looked at Carmen carefully. “Ready whenever you are, Chef.”

Carmen bit back his own grin, clearing his throat lightly. “How do I start it? The same as last time?”

“Yep.” You nodded, pressing the camera to your eyes. “Tell me your name, name of the restaurant, and then just this week's special.”

“On your mark.” Carmen nodded, picking up his clean utensil.

“On yours.” You laughed. “I’m already recording.”

Carmen spoke to the camera easily, trying to stay trained on the lens and not at you. How you’d grin and nod encouragingly at him, zooming in closer as he chopped, seasoned, pulled the already prepared and finished product out of the oven.

Richie crossed his arms, leaning against the wall next to Sugar, lips pursed knowingly. “I know you’re thinkin’ the same shit as me.”

Sugar hummed. “That Carmen’s into her?”

“Way fuckin’ into her.” Richie grinned, watching as Carmen blushed, grinning back at you, genuine and a little shy at your compliment.

“Fifty bucks says he doesn’t make a move.” Sugar looked at Richie.

Richie snorted, scoffing with a shake of his head. “Alright. I’ll take your bet. I say he does.”

“Get ready to be out of fifty dollars, Cousin.” Sugar said smugly. “This is Carmy we’re talking about. Not Mikey. Carmen’s not gonna make a move on her.”

“Eh, not so quick, my dear, Natalie. Carmen’s changed a little since this place.” Since the horrendous freezer incident with Claire. “He really likes her too, look at ‘em.” Richie nodded, watching as Carmen held the spoon out for you, blushing when your hand touched his to take it, groaning before smothering him in compliments. Tina looked at Richie, amused and grinning from across the room.

“Carmen will seal the deal. It’ll be last fuckin’ minute and it will be a mess, because it’s fuckin’ Carmen, but… I believe in him.” Richie nodded.

Natalie snorted. “I genuinely hope you’re right, Cousin.” She looked at Carmen with a small smile, watching the way he looked at you, eyes cutting like he was being so cool about keeping his feelings underwraps. “I really do.”

That night, Carmen lied in bed, scrolling through his footage from the day, seeing the video pop up from @/thebearchicago. Set to classical music, snobby and dramatic, the cuts, Carmen’s voice laid over describing the meal for the week, and a particularly good close up of his hands cutting the onions fiercely. Carmen was shocked to see the number of likes… the number of comments flooding in.

“the cameraman knew exactly what they were doing lmao”

“New necklace available!!!”

“I will give you my vital organs and let you chop them up like that if you let me watch chef please”

“What the fuck?” Carmen snorted lightly, shaking his head, scrolling through the comments. He clicked to the main page of the restaurant, seeing you were just a few away from ten thousand followers. Fuck… Sydney was fucking right. You were good.

Carmen’s face fell, mind racing and screaming with the reminder that you were only there for a few more days. He’d only hired your for two months- two glorious fucking months. You seemed… permanent now. Like he couldn’t imagine you not coming in on Tuesdays and Thursdays and after three on Fridays. You were a staple there. The staff loved you, you were good, and-

And Carmen really liked you. Liked having you around. Looked forward to talking to you. To get the chance to lean over your shoulder as an excuse to touch you when you showed him a preview of a post. Or when you’d send him cute text messages, a funny comment attached, your text reading: “you’re a hit, bear! they love you!”

It was like you could read his mind, your contact flashing across the screen at him.

To: Carmen

‘told you this would be a good one! the fans love you berzatto!!!’

Carmen grinned, the faint twinge of a blush on his face. He could feel his heart racing, fingers dancing over the keyboard, and worst of all- he could hear Mikey’s fucking voice in the back of his head. A nagging tone repeating over and over and over, “Let it rip, Bear! Don’t be such a pussy! Ask her out!”

Carmen looked at his screen, fingers typing out the message, a short, less than smooth invite to make you a special thank you dinner and his place- a date. He hoped you picked up on it. Heat hammering in his chest, he could feel his chest tighten, ribs knitting together uncomfortably, stomach twisting in the worst way.

So, Carmen did what he always did.

From: Carmen

‘Never doubted you. Thank you. The video was great.’

He watched as the blue sent, the delivered turning into seen, and followed by your thumbs up over the text. Carmen put his phone on the table, lying back on his pillow, but he couldn’t sleep. His stomach still turned, unsettled with regret.

“Oh! Marcus stop!” You gasped, Carmen’s head turning at the sound of your voice. “You didn’t need to do all of this!”

“Yeah, I did.” Marcus beamed. Carmen turned the corner, seeing a beautifully piped cake there, candles and icing cursive that read “thank you!” in the middle of the buttercream. “You’re cool and you got us on the map, girl. Plus, we’re gonna miss you.”

“Yeah,” Sydney nodded, holding a small balloon that said that exact phrase on it. “We will miss you.”

“I’ll miss you guys.” You grinned, hugging them both tightly. “This has been my favorite job so far. You guys have been so nice. Way nicer than a lot of these assholes around here.” You grinned.

Richie stood on the wall, foot tapping, eyes darting back from you to Carmen. He could see his cousin’s stuttering movements, hesitant and careful, before retreating back into himself. C’mon, Carm, fuckin’ do it, Richie thought, shaking his head. Carmen wouldn’t though, wouldn’t let himself be happy. Richie took a deep breath, head shaking with annoyance.

“Goddammit, Berzatto,” Richie muttered, pushing off the wall. “You know, sweetheart, it’s been so great having you. Seriously, you blew us all away.” Richie said, walking towards you.

You smiled. “Thanks, Richie. I really appreciate it.”

“And you know what, we want to really show how much we appreciate you.” Richie’s eyes cut to Natalie, a silent plea to help him out. “I had a cancellation for this evening, and I would love for you to come instead. Let us really cook for you, give you the whole experience. No bill, of course. All on the house, for you, my dear.”

“Oh, I-I couldn’t let you guys do that.” You shook your head politely, eyes cutting to Carmen’s.

“No-No, please.” Carmen nodded, finally speaking. Richie sighed silently in relief. “It would be great actually. Please?”

You felt your heart melt, nodding softly. Before you could even reply, Richie was stepping up again. “And you know what? You gotta do one last post for us, right? The big chef spotlight one. The, uh, c’mon, Sydney what am I lookin’ for here?”

“Oh, the one about the staff spotlights?” Sydney asked.

“That’s the one. See, that’s it. And you’ve done everyone except the big boss.” Richie pointed at Carmen, ignoring the way the younger man’s face fell.

“I didn’t get one-” Fak started, Richie shoving him out of the way.

“You gotta end with Carmy, and it's funny because it’s gonna be real slow tonight anyways. Wednesday, ya know? And I think what better way to experience the night, really craft that staff spotlight thing, than with Carmen. The two of you, have dinner and get to talk.” Richie knew it was rocky, not at all smooth, but it was the best he could do.

“What? Cousin, what are you-”

“-No, you’re right, Richie.” Sugar added, stepping towards Carmen, and cutting him off. “And Carm, you were saying you wanted to see everything in action for yourself. You do the customer experience so you make sure everything’s good, and we’ll serve you both dinner. All the stops.”

“How’s that sound?” Richie clapped his hands together, nodding at Tina, who grinned.

“Jeff, it would be really nice to make sure we can work without your instructions. A good night for it too.” Tina added.

“Yeah, and Sydney’s got it.” Richie nudged the girl beside him.

“Totally, Carm- uh, Chef. I’ve got it.” Sydney nodded, catching on to Richie’s glare at her.

Carmen felt like he could melt into the floor, face red and palms sweaty. His ears were ringing, tongue swelled thick in his mouth. You looked over at him with a small smile. “I mean, that does sound really nice. If-If it’s ok with you guys, you don’t have to-”

“-Oh no,” Richie shook his head, walking over to Carmen to clap him on the shoulders. “We insist, don’t we, cousin?” Richie laughed, leaning down to Carmen. “Don’t fuckin’ stand there like a jagoff, say somethin’.” He whispered.

“Yeah.” Carmen said, swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. “It’s, uh, yeah. That-That sounds great.”

“Wonderful.” Richie beamed. “Six o’clock sounds good for you kids? Give you enough time to get it together.” Richie looked from you to Carmen. “Maybe for some of us to take a shower.”

Carmen could feel the heat rise from his neck to his cheeks, covering him in a furious blush. You giggled. “Definitely gives me time to get a blow out.” You laugh. “See you at six then?”

“It’s a date.” Natalie added, practically bouncing on her toes behind Carmen.

Carmen glared at her, before turning back to you. “Yeah, I-I’ll see you then.”

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avaredava · 4 months ago

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Riding whatever jjk man you want in the car? Honestly, the meaner the better.

Oh God I'm drooling already 🤤

Kisses ❤️

Okiee btw i LOVE all your ideas ❤ (please marry me 😁)

MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Riding jjk men in the car 👄😆(◕દ◕)

⯌Warnings

Fem!reader, dom boys, customized sex toys, money spending (ofc), Satoru sitting beside you and suguru while ya'll fuck but for like a second, edging, clit stim, teasing, degradation, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation, semi-public sex, Degradation, Name-calling, kinda forced crawling, Power Imbalance, Spanking (A shit ton of ass spanking in Suguru's), Cockwarming, begging, Praise Kink, breeding kink, Possessiveness

⯌ The men

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

A\N:

Lowkey made Toji a biker man and fucked you on his bike. i honestly don't think he'd own or afford a car. Its hot anyway 😍

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Satoru Gojo /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

He'd always spoil his favourite girl. Buttt- he does always spoil himself too. I mean he is rich, so why not. So he has a nice car. Black Ferrari with blue accents. Leather seats.

Black tint.

There are a few reasons why it's fully black and you can't see through it. One being just in case there's a need to change clothes (happened before), number two, cops- he doesn't like to talk about why.

Three.

Making his pretty girl feel special, to fog up the windows, to make jaw dropping pleasure and shaky, loud breaths. And fuck you raw while your tied up or blindfolded with his blindfold of course.

That is his favourite part of having tint.

You were obviously shopping (with his black card), and he made Ijichi drive you both around today. So he could... have some fun. He made sure to get the limo not his lambo so it has the screen to separate the back to the drivers seat.

And a sound barrier.

He needs his perfect pretty girl to scream and cry.

In a good way of course.

He pulled up to the front doors of the wall and you came running out with bags and a ring with his initials, to make everyone know your his.

You have a big smile on your face and he grins coming out of the limo and takes your bags and holds you in his arms and kisses all over your face.

He brings you into the car and closes the screen. Making sure Igichi would not see his girl or more hear his girl. Your moans are made by him and owned by him.

With his money he got a special toy for you. As Igichi drives you're sitting on his lap as he's bouncing his knee bouncing you a bit.

This sex toy was a very small measured (he sent you clit measurements for the place) suction for the clit. It also vibrates and has a small nub thing that rubs on the inside. So it's super stimulating.

He got a key with a box. Is to put the remote in the box pull up your panties with the toy on and lock it in the box and throw the key and make you crawl in the moving car for it.

He starts his plan.

Instead of foreplay... he decided different.

"Strip."

You turn around on his lap with your jaw gaped open. "Toru-"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

You slowly take off your clothes, you know there is no way of getting out of this. You never have. You're left in your panties and bra. He unclasped your bra and you let out a whimper when he puts your nipple in his mouth.

His warm mouth warmed your tit making some feeling that only he can make you feel, no other man made you feel like this so sexy, so pleased. He moaned into tit as you bat your long lashes at him staring at him like he's the most beautiful man ever (he is). It just made his cock throb.

He slides off your panties sucking on your neck as he rubs your folds. He lightly brushes by your clit discreetly putting the toy on your clit. He quickly turned the toy on and you gasped as he threw the remote in the small box and locked it and threw the key across the car.

"Satoru!" You cry out. "What the f-" You got cut off as the vibrations knocked up a notch and he grinned. You crawl on the floor looking for the key as he slides your panties up so it's harder for you to take it off.

"Toru! Please get the remote." You beg as you shake on the floor as it suctions, vibrates and rubs. "Find the key pretty." He bluntly says. You are absolutely shocked. "Satoru, what the hell!?" You try to keep being mad but it feels so good.

You crawl on the floor like a little slut, his little slut, and he grins pouring himself a glass a wine with a smile. He sat all there distinguished in a tie and suit while your crawling on the floor mascara running down you face and in pretty pink panties.

He chuckles and continues sipping his whine. He leaned over and smacked your ass to make you whine out because that's favourite sound and it's fucking music to his ears.

You find the key and crawl back on the seats and shakily unlock the box taking out the remote. Before you clicked the off button Satoru took it back.

"Make me cum and then I'll turn it off..."

"Satoru! Please..." You whine, begging for this overstimulation to stop. "You have a safe word pretty girl. If you want me to stop that bad, I would, you know that."

He grabs your hands and sits you on his lap pulling your panties back down. He pulls out his cock and pumps it a few times before he slowly sinks you on it.

He throws his head back sexily, showing his long slender neck. God that just made you tighten around him. You slowly start to move up and down on his cock.

God the way he smiled it just made you bounce faster.

"Faster."

He slapped your ass again making you ride him faster. He cums inside, you're quite thankful for your birth control or you would be extremely pregnant right now especially the fact that Gojo hates condoms.

He stops the vibrations after you squeeze around him and cum. His dick is sensitive so he pulls you off of him and kisses your sweaty forehead.

He helps you get dressed and kisses your forehead.

"Such a good girl for me..."

Suguru Geto ♡(> ਊ <)♡

One thing Suguru does not give a shit about is where he fucks you. He would of course not do it somewhere you don't want but to him? He doesn't care.

So that's how you ended up taking his cock in the passenger seat while his best friend Satoru is watching you both driving.

"Damn calm down Suguru your gonna break her-"

"Keep your eyes on the fucking road and don't speak or look at her she's mine dumbass." Suguru groaned as he bounced you more on his cock.

Satoru chuckled and pulled over to the side of the road. "I ain't watching this shit anymore." He gets out of the car and walks down the road.

Suguru doesn't care where he's going he's too focused on how good your pussy's sucking him up and taking him.

"F-Fucker." You hollered as his tip bruised your cervix. Wrapping around him like a vice. "You're so tight- shit."

He refuses to be fully dominated so he shakily runs a hand down down your body and he rubs quick circles on your clit.

You move quicker chasing your orgasm before he takes his hand away leaving the burning feeling in your stomach as he stops you from moving too.

"P-Please don't stop, Sugu, it hurts!" Tears pricked at your eyes as he slapped your ass as he continued to cockwarm him.

His tip was pushing against your g-spot so that didn't make it any better. It was so hot and sweaty and cramped in there all you wanted to do was cling to him.

He kissed your forehead and you moaned from his touch alone. God this man was breath taking.

"Beg."

Your eyes widen as that one word escapes his mouth. "W-What?" You stutter out still sensitive from everything. "Did I fucking stutter?" He looks you dead in the eyes with a cold serious stare. But that mean grin just got you wetter.

At this point you had to beg.

"Please Sat- I mean Sugu." You accidentally almost said Satoru. You're too cock drunk to know the difference. His eyes filled up with something you've never seen in him.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your face closer to him. "Your gonna fucking take something before you get my cock. But you're gonna sit here on my cock with no movement. Such a bad girl."

He turned you around on him with his cock still inside so your ass is facing him. You grab on to the dashboard as you feel his hot breath on your neck.

You know you're in trouble.

He lands a hand to your ass causing a pleasurable sting. He keeps hitting till your ass was cherry red. Tears roll down your face from the pain but then again it's Suguru so you don't have much say.

He starts to feel a little bad and rubs your ass, gently kissing your neck. He turns you back around and kisses your lips. He starts to bounce you on his cock.

The pleasureful burn in your stomach reappears. You let out a small moan at his thick cock hitting spots that only he can reach. Instead of stopping he continues.

He rubs your clit extremely fast once more making you bounce harder and at this point your moans turned into screams.

You finally cum in unison with him. His cum warming your walls as your squirt drips down on his cock.

He pulls you off of him as you sit on his lap wincing at the burn on your ass.

You instantly fall asleep.

He dresses you and holds you on his lap holding you close kissing your forehead.

He looked up and saw Satoru in the bushes with his cock in his hand grinning at him when they made eye contact.

"For fucks sake-"

Toji Fushiguro ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

It was late at night, the air was crisp and cold. You're walking around a parking garage trying to find your boyfriend- Toji.

You quickly found him standing by his motorcycle with one of compression shirts and his grey sweats.

He gives you a tight hug. "Hey pretty." He says in his deep enveloping voice that send shivers down your spine.

His musky scent makes all your senses water. God this man was fucking perfect. All though to him he's nothing. He swears you're the most gorgeous, perfect thing in the universe.

But you always remind him that he's perfect too. Reminding him of that, maybe being cuddles, compliments, or something like that. But his personal favourite is your special compliments to his dick.

God that makes his ego spike over the roof.

"I need some support baby, I'm not feeling 100%..." He said in a sappy tone. You were about to get sappy for him but then...

It hit you. He never would get all corny like this unless it was for sex. But you decide to humour him anyway.

"Oh no baby? What's wrong?" You say in an obvious sarcastic tone. "Something wrong down here?" You pat his crotch and he jolts with that handsome smirk of his.

He holds you close. "Maybe I do." He says in that tone of his that makes your thighs clench and your panties wet, no soaked.

He flipped up your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side making you bend over on his bike.

"Toji we are in fucking public!" You hissed at him quietly. There weren't many people around but still there might be cameras or people since it's a fucking parking garage.

He took out his cock and slapped his cock against your folds and swiped it making sure it's soaked with your juices. Making sure it's lubed enough because he is quite big and he would never want to hurt his pretty girl.

He slowly pushed it making you grab on to his bike and squeeze your eyes shut at the immaculate stretch.

"Y-Your so big..." Fat tears rolled down your face as he began snapping his hips, his tip hitting your cervix and his thick veins massaging all your sweet spots.

You finish on him and he cums inside, massive fucking amounts of it.

He pulls out fingering the cum back inside before he sits on his bike. He pulls you on his lap and bounces you on his cock.

"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't make you come not once but twice."

There you were riding his cock, feeling so fucking good. You didn't care about being caught anymore, all you cared about was how good all of this felt.

His happy trail was scratching against your clit and it made you whine out and he grabbed the plush of your ass helping you move up and down faster.

You finally squirted with one of your squeals and your walls gripping his cock all so nicely he came too.

You were so stuffed with his cum it was dripping out.

He stood up and pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down and not scrunched around your hips.

"It's messy..." You whined into his ear with a pout and he kissed it because how cute it was.

"Good because you belong to me sweet girl, never forget that. And this is a good way to make sure you feel it too."

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Ya'll this was in my drafts i forgot to finish it sryyy but now it's done <3 😭

#avasfics #jjk x reader #jjk drabble #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo x reader smut #choso jjk #choso kamo #choso x reader #gojo satoru #choso my beloved #nanami fluff #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut

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dandeleon · 5 months ago

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one awesome thing abt post-canon fiddauthor is i can literally just make up shit abt them bc they live in a big ass rich people mansion

like. i can imagine they just own anything including weird rich people stuff that only rich people would/could afford. like yeah these guys have a fucking personal movie theater. these guys have a kiln & they can make pottery together. these guys have an industrial size kitchen and they can make all the foods they want together. they have a robot building room (this ones canon to me bc ofc mcgucket would have one of those in his house). they have a giant swimming pool + hot tub & they can have the most banger pool partys ever. they have a wine cellar full of the most expensive ass wine you could imagine. they got a big ass telescope they can look into. they got big ass beds & blankets and can be so cosy eepy together (& they can also make the most awesome pillow/blanket forts & have the most awesomest sleepovers with the rest of the family). they can do anything!!!!!!! theres infinite possibilities!!!!!!!! it genuinely rules!!!!!!

#most/all of these r art ideas i wanna draw someday #<- feel free to steal these and beat me to it if u want #draw 100000 fiddauthors in my name it would make me so happy #fiddauthor #sure ill tag this im feelin silly today #if it even shows up in tags lol #hey since this did show up in tags go check out my fiddauthor art from today & monday‼️‼️‼️if u want‼️‼️#i have to self promo it in the tags because tumblr refuses to add my actual art posts to tags for some reason!!!!!!

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so-i-did-this-thing · 4 days ago

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So, i feel kind of like a screwup nowadays for god so many reasons that it’s ridiculous…and I wanted to know, how did you deal with feeling like that, if you ever did ofc. I know logically that my life is not over but I’m just so ashamed that it’s hard to remember that

You have to learn how to afford yourself grace, and that means not holding yourself to impossible standards. A lot of us are hypocrites over failings we'd forgive in a friend, but somehow never for ourselves.

But what really makes it easier, imo, is practicing being more vulnerable with other people. And that starts with reducing the sting of embarrassment.

Seek ways to confront your fear of embarrassment - for a lot of us, embarrassment is tied to being Perceived. So, start off by being comfortable with being Seen in safe situations -- eat in a restaurant by yourself, style yourself in a way that might draw a little attention, gush about a special interest, post a fan work with comments open.

You'll hopefully become more comfortable sharing parts of yourself to where you can then talk about some of your mistakes and fears. With a therapist, with friends, even Anon on tumblr dot com, wherever is comfortable.

Defang failure by turning it into a story, even if it needs to be a cautionary tale. Poke fun at your mistakes where you can (I have things I can laugh about wrt my hoarding and mental decline from being trans & closeted) and give past, naive/irresponsible you a bit of a ribbing where you can, but also a hug for surviving.

You don't have to share specifics if you don't want to. When I'm feeling shy, I use fanfic to both gently scold and *and* reward myself by proxy when it comes to processing my own trauma and celebrating my survival. And it helps, as silly as it can feel sometimes.

And while you're doing all this self-reflection, I find that simply being more earnest about *everything* helps so much. Tell people that you love/admire them. Be fast with compliments, especially out in the open. Practicing being unabashedly supportive and enthusiastic of others means you'll hopefully be able to turn that towards yourself.

There's a lot of roads you can take. Being willingly vulnerable in any way means your screwups start to lose power over you. You start to reevaluate your past and forgive yourself more -- so many of our mistakes are simply what we thought was the best (perhaps only) decision at the time.

Laughter and a hug do a world of good and sometimes both have to come from you, yourself. And like any other skill, this is something you can actually practice. ❤️

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hyoninnuri · 6 days ago

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i need a fanfic where superman and batman know each other and have worked together for a bit but they aren't exactly friends or know each other outside of batman and superman. they might've met as bruce and clark briefly at some event or another and know each other enough to know their secret identities, but bruce has always just kept his distance.

clark on the other hand, started to realize he was actively listening for bruce's heartbeat, it happens on a team up, maybe, he doesn't realize he's slowly just attuning to this guy. all the while, bruce is come to learn that he can trust superman, but he sticks to gotham and superman sticks to metropolis and unless there's an insane event, never the two need cross.

brain rot under the cut:

batman wants to crack down on a drug ring that's supplying gotham streets with something nefarious, but the suppliers/movers are onto him and know exactly how to run the supply under batman's nose. so batman decides that the only way he can get any info on this drug, is to get some as bruce wayne.

which means going to one of the places that he knows people are getting it, but also, bringing bruce's persona of playboy rich guy to sweeten the pot, and really, who wouldn't turn away someone who could afford to be hooked on a neat new drug?

he doesn't ask for it, ofc not, because that would give away his whole plan, so he asks for the girls, the bottle service, the night out for a guy who wants to spend money and relax and maybe fuck.

the club is dark, the music is loud, he's taken to a private room above it all where a couple of beautiful women help him relax and party. boundaries are set in a flirty manner as things usually do, how much is too much, what do you want us to do, etc. he says he's open to anything but his safe word is 'superman' and even that is spoken in a flirtatious way, as if implying he'd never need a safe word. as if it's a joke. (also because what better way to get out of any sexy situation than instantly killing your boner saying superman?)

the girls giggle and the night goes on. ofc bruce is only half interested in the woman in his lap; he's keeping his ears peeled for the voices outside the door, the ones that are all business. she's undoing his collar, he's allowing it, until the other woman comes over and places something on the tongue of the woman he's holding.

he realizes he doesn't recognize the drug.

she kisses him, transferring the drug through the kiss. (this is the part that i am really fixated on, honestly, and what sprung my need ahaha)

he asks, because ofc he asks, what it is, and the women are coy at first, telling him it's a service and that if he wants more later, he can ask for it. instinctively he knows this is the drug he's been looking to expose as batman. he just needs more info.

another few kisses, things start getting a little headier, but he plays it off and pretends to be enjoying himself, asking about the drug again. the girl not in his lap tells him thinking his interest is because he'll want more and pay more. his body is starting to feel the effects and distantly he's aware it's only been 10 minutes. The girl is definitely feeling it, but the altered state is causing batman to not be enjoying himself at all.

he's sluggish in a way that feels like reality is peeling off of him, and that sends dangerous alarms ringing in his head. the woman in his lap is trying to undo more buttons on his shirt, to move her hands lower on his body, but he can't allow it. there are scars there that a playboy rich guy can't explain away, but a masked vigilante could.

he stops her from continuing and she takes the dismissal for what it is, with a flirty pout she slides off his lap, and the movement intensifies the 'reality peeling away' feeling.

she lays herself across the couch luxuriating in the feeling batman's mind is trying to run away from. the other woman is asking if he's okay. distantly he thinks he might be emoting, but he's bruce wayne now, he's allowed.

there are hands on him, he's not sure why there are hands on him, they can't put reality back.

he stands, he fumbles, the floor is not the floor, the walls are not walls, and the woman is looking at him with pity because she knows the drug has taken effect and all will be good soon, just relax and go with it. he mumble/stutters 'superman', the safe word. the safe word. the safe word.

he makes it out of the room and back into the club with undulating masses and loud beats, someone might be calling for him, someone might be pushing into him, the floor might be opening up under his feet for him to fall through. it doesn't matter, reality is gone.

fresh air hits him in the face like a punch and he collapses outside in the establishment's alleyway, outside of prying eyes and spectators, but before his body even hits the ground, he's caught.

by superman.

it's the last piece of reality that escapes him.

lol

then i need him to wake up in his own room back at the manor, completely like how the hell did i get here? make his way downstairs to see alfred in the kitchen, surprised to see him up, and clark. sitting at the breakfast counter with a cup of tea. having a pleasant chat with alfred.

clark.

not superman, just plain old clark.

because unknown to batman, superman brought him back to the manor, helped alfred bring him to bed, monitored his state for a bit whilst alfred did his thing, and then when alfred thanked him and said he could leave, superman asked to stay.

and alfred let him lolol (master bruce needs friends after all)

i need it to be slow burn like from here on out clark does try to get closer because yeah batman needs friends but also because seeing that bit of vulnerability really drove home the point that bruce is remarkable. bruce wants to know why superman came to his rescue and clark simply says because he called him.

he spoke and clark heard, and yeah; maybe knowing that makes bruce's heart flutter weirdly in his chest. metaphoric fluttering, ofc, he's fairly certain he's got his physiology back from its drug induced un-reality.

he really needs to stop that drug from being spread around.

lol pls help me find something like this.

#superbat #brain rot #one of those things i need to write down so i don't go insane #but also if this exists #pls help an idiot who only doodles and doesn't really write #bruce wayne x clark kent #clark kent x bruce wayne

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bridgetotheskyyy · 9 months ago

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Armin; Cheating

a/n: cheating on eren with armin is something that lives rent free in my mind ok now that's out of the way - 18+ only. Cheating ofc, dirty talk, romantic sex, I'm dramatic as fuuuck.

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“We can’t afford to think about Eren! He’s a lost cause! You should know that much!”

You fought to hide the grimace on your face. You had never heard Armin lose his cool in such a way.

But who could blame him? Surely you would all die. Surely it was over.

By the time you could stomach gazing up at them, Miksasa had nearly closed the door completely on her way out, and Armin was watching you, his composure having thinly returned.

“(Y/n) …” His gaze was searching, as though you — especially you —had some way of making sense of Eren’s actions, as though you possessed some way of instilling hope.

The irony of it all almost forced a twisted laugh. You? Make sense of Eren? As if he cared about anything anymore …

Cared about you.

“I —“

“It’s okay, Armin,” You said, fighting the pain in your throat that always precipitated tears.

“I’m sorry.” Armin wore a grimace. Your eyes flitted downward to see his fists balled at his sides. “I shouldn’t have — I mean — I know you and Eren are …” His cheeks grew pink. “I —“

“It’s okay, Armin,” You said. “It’s not like any label you could give us applies anymore.”

Armin perked up. “What — So, you mean …?”

You sighed and slipped down to the floor beside him. “Whatever we are … were … Even if it still matters to me, I doubt it does to him any longer.”

Your admission came out more pathetic than you had intended, and you turned your head away to fight back tears. After a brief pause and painful swallow, you had composed yourself. You faced Armin to see he was already staring at you. Such beautiful eyes, the color of the ocean you had all discovered, the color of undisturbed summer skies. He had always been handsome to you, beautiful. You’d be lying if you said your mind never wandered to what Armin would be like, how he would hold a partner at night, how he would sound when he came to his end, flushed face and pretty sounds. But because of Eren it was information to be filed away and promptly discarded. Unimportant. Unnoticed.

You noticed now.

Your gaze flitted to his lips. Armin. Sweet, gentle Armin. If you were to kiss him now, how different would it be to how Eren kissed you? The softness to Eren’s ferocity, the tenderness to his force. You hadn’t realized how starved you were for affection until it had been promptly denied you, until the reality of these final moments came into focus.

Armin’s voice seemed to have dropped an octave to retrieve you from your reverie when he continued with, “I’m still here. I can … take care of you.”

Take care of you. Yes, that was what you wanted: someone’s loving arms and hands around you. Even if it was Armin. Especially if it was Armin. His words, uttered only moments ago, carasouled in your brain. He’s a lost cause! Yes, maybe he was. You were the one to swallow in a tight throat this time. “Eren doesn’t care about me anymore,” you said.

Armin also seemed to have gotten closer, the inches between you having petered out without your notice. “That may be true, but …” Blond locks hung over eyes focused on your lips, a furnace of heat in his gaze. “I do.”

You tugged Armin by his collar, into your arms, and crashed your lips to his. His squeak of surprise did nothing to deter you; instead you wrapped arms around his neck, stiff presumably from astonishment, and roped him closer. Packed so tightly against you now, your uniforms could have been hypothetical. He was warm, warm everywhere, from lips to chest to legs you intertwined yours with, and whether from exertion or arousal it made no difference to you; you would not deprive yourself of a second of this type of sunlight.

You had never associated Armin with fire, but perhaps you should’ve, and long before this; a blink and his hesitancy melted away. Strong arms fell around you. Your back met the floor and while Armin kept you disarmed with his skittish lips, patterning your skin with kiss after kiss, artful fingers unwove you of your gear straps.

It didn’t escape you, how easily he was working you out of your clothing, like he knew exactly where each clasps and buckle lay, like he had mapped out the entirety of your body and how your clothes fit to it. Like he had played out this scenario again and again in his head, in theory, ad nauseam.

You shouldn’t be doing this. Whatever was happening (or not) between you and Eren didn’t warrant this, didn’t justify it. You parted your lips to tell Armin to stop, this was wrong, this was immoral and deceitful and —

“Armin …”

“(Y/N).” Buried in the crook of your neck, Armin said your name with such fondness it opened up a chamber deep inside you, laid dormant from neglect. He had opened your shirt, revealing your black bra underneath, meanwhile his hand played with the flimsy fabric of your panties, rolling them down your heated thighs. You sighed as Armin left a parting kiss on your neck. “You’re so pretty …”

You shifted your weight under him, fidgeting under the spotlight of his praise, and the evidence of his erection brushed against your inner thigh.

Something broke inside you, sharp and sudden, splinters on the window pane of your subconscious. You topped Armin, aware of his sudden hitch of breath as a result. You slid your trousers and panties the rest of the way off, flinging them to the side. Your hand sought his erection, palming his cock through his pants.

Armin startled at your touch but didn’t protest. His face, so red, so flustered, would be burned in your memory from now until your end — however soon that would be. You wanted to eat him, forever and ever. You wanted him to eat you. You licked your lips and wondered if this was what he would look like under similar but slightly different circumstances.

Oh. You wanted that, but you wanted this — your hand squeezed over Armin’s admittedly impressive length — too. You wanted it all. Everything and anything he could give you. The toss and turn of how you wanted the next few minutes — because Armin and you were needed to stop Eren — paralyzed you, leaving you stationary above him.

“Armin,” You began in a voice more labored than you intended. You rolled your hips on his clothed stomach, the friction from pieces of ODM leather and his shirt heavenly, and nearly rolled your eyes back at the soft whimper he gave in response. “I need you to do something for me. Can you?”

“Anything,” he said, and the loss of his usual tentativeness, his certainty, shot straight to your aching core.

Anything. Yes. Exactly what you’ve always wanted to hear, albeit from a different pair of lips. Even above Armin you still felt strictly beneath him, his adoring stare, caring hands, lips plump from the harshness of your kiss.

You undid his zipper, eyes locked with his. His gaze flickered from your face to where he would see your hand tampering with his trousers had your midsection not been blocking the view, the narrowing of his lids signaling to you he was not as innocent as he always seemed.

“I’m gonna ride you, okay?” Suddenly you were the uncertain one in this equation; you were betting on the idea that Armin had had the same sinful thoughts about you as you’d had about him; hoping the lust he chose to indulge in now was long-lived and not born under distress. “And I want you to talk to me.” You began to maneuver yourself. “All right?”

A quick nod from Armin. His hair was a messy gold nest around his crown, bangs disheveled and frizzed from the heat between your bodies.

You freed Armin from his underwear, his naked cock now standing in your palm. You curled fingers around and lifted yourself above him —

“Tell me” — Your voice gave under the stress of Armin’s cock sliding into you, yours soon drowned out by his whiny cries — “how you would eat me out — oh, god — if you could …”

“I’d —“ Armin’s eyes squeezed shut as you fell around him. “I’d use your juices as a natural lubricant, mmn —“ His admission broke when you gave an experimental thrust. “And — and I’d focus all my energy on your clit …”

“Oh …” You bit your lip; suddenly this struck you as a very bad idea. How could you hope to last if Armin was going to feed you such thorough descriptions like that? And you believed him. Armin, so thorough, so methodical. Armin, who thought of everything —

Armin filled you so completely and, as you balanced your hands on his chest and began to bounce, your thrusts grew more precise. Nothing about this position or Armin made you feel more centered; everything made you feel more off-kilter.

“I’d bring you to the edge,” Armin said, his hips now meeting your thrusts. “In any way I could. But even then I wouldn’t stop.”

“Armin …” You should’ve been ashamed of how close you were with just a few thrusts. It was pathetic, desperate, but so were you, and his voice, his words …

“I want to kiss the breath out of your lungs …” Armin said, his breaths growing increasingly more labored. You opened your eyes to see he had risen, and now sat chest to chest with you. “And make cry out for me …”

And you did cry out, some hybrid between a moan and a sob, as you buried your face in his neck, your cunt fluttering around Armin’s cock. “Yes,” You grazed his ear with your teeth before nibbling at it. Armin’s hand slipped between you and you pressed farther into him when his fingertips found your clit, begrudging the layers of clothes still between you.

“Does Eren do this for you?” Armin’s other hand met your hips, guiding your path down on him. His voice, sincere and yet still so teasingly inquisitive, prodding, hot, so hot everything so hot.

And then, his breath hot also, and so close to your ear: “Do you know I always would?”

You fell apart in Armin’s embrace. You bit into the leather still present on his shoulder as your climax flooded your senses. True to his word, Armin continued tweaking and servicing your clit, his strokes heightening your pleasure past its peak as he came into his own; his nails dug into the meat of your waist, painting your walls white with his thick come.

“Oh …!” You rocked against Armin’s fingers, shuddering all the while. It was too much; you forced yourself to stop, blinking furiously before focusing on Armin’s face.

It was good, so good, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough for a long while. You were unsure of the duration of time the two of you had been in this room but, as you caught your breath together, you would do what you could to lengthen it.

If Eren could end the world, you could rebuild yours.

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goldfades · 1 year ago

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐬) | nh¹³

౨ৎ ─ summary | you and nico have only been dating for 6 months but both of you are convinced you've found the one, and a certain theory proves you right.

─ word count | 2k

─ warnings | mention of doubt in relationships (not you and nico's ofc) and slight angst when it comes to ex's, BUT OTHER THAN THAT, tooth-rotting fluff u might just get diabetes 🥹

─ taglist | @dancerbailey3 @valluvsu @daisysnhl @dasiysthings @iminlovewithtz11 @literatureluster @lvrzegras @lxvleyzoe @bowen-power @ru-kru @jackhughesily @hearts-for-luke

─ ev's notes | i know this is SOOOO short but i still hope y'all enjoy! i love nico sm :( hes adorable :(((

You and Nico had been dating for almost 6 months and it has been nothing less of perfection, you'd never thought you'd meet someone who fit every single one of your boxes. He was handsome, tall but also very sweet, empathetic and mature. Before Nico, you had only dated self-involved assholes who only cared about their wants and needs.

Now, with Nico, everything felt different. He listened to you attentively, remembered all the little details you shared, and always made an effort to understand your perspective. His presence was calming, always making sure you were okay and somehow always knowing if you weren't, even if you insisted you were. Everything with Nico was effortless, you didn't have to try - you just knew.

Despite the love that enveloped your relationship, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that occasionally crept into your mind. It wasn't about Nico himself - he was everything you had ever wanted and more - but rather a lingering fear that somehow, someday, it might all come crashing down. Maybe it was the scars left behind by past boyfriends, the ghost of heartbreaks past whispering cautionary tales in your ear. Or maybe it was simply the vulnerability that comes with opening your heart to another person so completely, knowing that the possibility of pain exists alongside the promise of love.

Yet, with each passing day, Nico continued to prove himself worthy of your trust, erasing any doubts with his unwavering love. He showed you, time and time again, that he was different; that he was here to stay.

"And then I looked inside of the car, and it was what looked like a sixteen year old." Nico shook his head as he bit into his sandwich. "A sixteen year old with a damn Porsche, can you believe it?"

You chuckled at Nico's story, shaking your head in disbelief. "A sixteen-year-old with a Porsche? That's insane. How did can they even afford it?"

Nico laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I have no idea. Must be nice to have such generous parents. My first car was my dad's old car, it was a really old Toyota Camry." Nico took a bite of sandwich before continuing, "I crashed it 3 times before getting my new car."

"Three times?" you exclaimed, unable to hide your surprise. "And you're still alive to tell the tale?"

Nico chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I wasn't the best driver back then. It's a miracle that Camry held up. I learned my lesson, though. Now I drive like a grandparent."

"Oh, I know." You teased as you finally got your sandwich from the waitress, smiling up at her. "Thank you."

"Can you imagine crashing a Porsche? Imagine how much you'd have to spend fixing it." Nico shook his head as he looked at you.

"Crashing a Porsche? I can't even imagine affording one in the first place, let alone fixing it after a crash. That's a whole different level of stress." You shook your head as you took a bite of your sandwich.

Nico chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Exactly. I'd rather stick to my reliable car. Besides, I've grown attached to it over the years. It's got character."

"Oh no, they put tomatoes in my sandwich." You gagged as you put down your sandwich, sighing.

"Wait, you don't like tomatoes?" Nico looked back at you in disbelief. "How do you not like tomatoes?"

You made a face, scrunching up your nose at the offending tomato slice. "I've just never been a fan. The texture, the taste – it's just not my thing." You began taking the tomatoes out from the sandwich.

Nico laughed, reaching across the table to grab the tomato slice from your plate. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to love tomatoes. Problem solved." He winked, placing the tomato on his own plate.

You laughed along with Nico. "God, they're disgusting."

Nico smirked, his dimple showing as he held up the tomato slice like a trophy. "More for me, then. Tomatoes are so good, especially in a sandwich."

You shook your head, feigning disgust. As you watched him enjoy the tomato slice with happiness, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through your chest. He was so cute. "Well, you can take all the tomatoes you want from me."

Nico grinned, "oh, I will. Don't you worry."

"Oh wait." You watched him eat the tomato. "This is the Olive Theory!"

"What the hell is the Olive Theory?" Nico looked confused as you smiled, excited. "Aren't we talking about tomatoes?" He smiled at your excitement.

You laughed, nodding eagerly. "Yes, yes, but bear with me. So, you know how in 'How I Met Your Mother,' Marshall and Lily have the Olive Theory?"

Nico furrowed his brow, trying to recall. "Vaguely. Something about olives?"

"Exactly!" you exclaimed, delighted that he was playing along. "So, the theory goes that Marshall hates olives, but Lily loves them. Whenever they order food, Marshall always gives his olives to Lily, and it's this little gesture of love and compatibility. The idea is that if one person hates olives and the other loves them, it's a sign of compatibility because it means you complement each other."

Nico's eyes lit up with understanding. "Ohh, I see where you're going with this. So, you hate tomatoes, but I love them. And I happily take them from you. It's like our own little Olive Theory."

"Exactly!" you exclaimed, your heart swelling with affection for him.

Nico couldn't help but smile at you. You were so cute, he couldn't help but laugh at how excited you got. Nico's laughter filled the air, his smile reflecting the warmth in his heart. "You're adorable, you know that?"

You felt a rush of warmth at his words, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "Well, I learned from the best," you teased, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Nico reached across the table, his hand finding yours as he squeezed it gently. "I mean it though, you're amazing. You're adorable when you get all excited about these little things, even if I don't understand half of the references you make."

You chuckled, appreciating his honesty. "Well, that just means we have more opportunities for you to learn and for me to share all my references with you."

Nico's eyes sparkled with affection as he held your gaze. "Yeah and then I can teach you about hockey, it's perfect."

You smiled at Nico's suggestion. "I'd love that! Hockey lessons from the expert himself. Now people won't call me a puck bunny."

Nico grinned, his enthusiasm contagious. "You'll be a pro in no time. Maybe you could even join the team, who knows?"

"Maybe I'll even be captain."

Nico shook his head, "Nah that's kind of my job."

You laughed as you gazed at your boyfriend, a warm smile playing on your face. "Alright, Captain, I'll let you keep the title. But maybe I can be the team's official cheerleader?"

"Well you're already my cheerleader so that wouldn't work very well, would it?" Nico shrugged as you laughed and shook your head.

You couldn't help but laugh at Nico's response. "I guess you're right. Can't double up on roles, can we?"

Nico smirked, "No can do, princess. You're my lucky charm not the team's."

You nodded your head in faux understanding as you played along with Nico's words. "Right, right. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good cus I need my good luck charm." Nico smiled, his eyes warm with affection as he squeezed your hand once again.

"And you'll always be mine." You replied, his words filled you with a warm, fuzzy feeling, and you squeezed his hand gently in return. As you gazed into each other's eyes, you knew that no matter what happens, one thing remained: your love and support.

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cats-artbag · 1 year ago

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SwapOut/Webcomic/Twitch PSA!

Hi everyone 👋🏻 Zk here >< or Cats, for older followers

So I've been getting back into doing SwapOut again, but I would like to appeal to everyone who reads and loves the comic. Much love to all of you who's still sticking around 🙏🏻💙 But something has also always been bothering me throughout this journey.

As many of us know, we artists do these comics for free (especially fan comics), starting them out of love and taking a LOT of time and energy out of our lives to continue making them.

And it's amazing how many of you come from translations or comic dubs on Youtube, which are also very well-done and take a lot of effort to make, much love to them too. There is a difference, however.

Monetization.

And I'm not asking for pity! I'm appealing for understanding.

Because some comic dubbers on Youtube are able to earn ad revenue from the videos they upload. From the beginning, we artists have given them the permission to dub our works. But we don't receive anything from it, nor do we usually charge them for using our art (against our better judgement).

We let them use our comic pages in their monetized videos for free. And occasionally these videos receive thousands and millions of views, which I imagine gives a decent amount of ad revenue, while the artists themselves don't usually earn anything from their own artwork, nor do we ever want to put it behind a paywall of any kind. (we like reading free comics too so don't worry x|)

... But doing full-colored comic pages for free eventually gets hard to sustain without any income from it, even more so when we need to give our time and energy to other jobs to earn money for a living instead. We legitimately keep going on our comics purely out of love. Truly, we would LOVE to do our own art for a living. There's things like Patreon but it's only feasible if we're also able to produce bonus content or show BTS, and only people willing to spend money for them can help us, and not readers who aren't able to.

And we understand that not everyone can afford to support us monetarily. And that's okay!

But if you love these comics and want to really help us to keep going, there ARE ways you can easily support us for free!

For example, affiliates on Twitch (like myself) are able to earn ad revenue very early on (they must have at least 50 followers, quite a requirement, but still easier to obtain than Youtube's 1000 subscribers).

(my Youtube, btw. not much rn but drop a subscribe?)

But simply put, if the vast majority of readers from the yt numbers visit and stay for ads on the artists' Twitch streams (remember to have adblocker disabled for the site, if any), they'll be making an actual, physical contribution to the artist themselves, at no cost whatsoever. We earn up to 55% from any ads that run on our stream, so the more viewers, the better!

(this is my twitch on average 8 viewers, with a 3 hour stream. again, the more the better!)

(ofc you can also buy subs to watch ad-free and supports me directly, but i'm typing all this to share the free ways people can support their fave creators ✨)

And even if that doesn't work out, I'd be happy enough to see most of you there 🙏🏻💙 I've been treating my streams as work, so I'm striving not to break the streak.

So drop a follow on my Twitch, and catch the streams when you can! They're great if you need company or background noise, and also great for co-working~

Currently streaming WEEKLY, Mondays, Wednesdays (SwapOut) and Saturdays, 10.30AM EST

(art by @cupcakepaints)

>> twitch.tv/zkcats <<

Anyway thanks for listening to my Ted talk, please share this around for others as well >< 🙏🏻 Artists, make this a reblog chain or something! Promo your stuff!

And apologies for the essay, I wasn't expecting to type this much sdghsgh this itself is not an ad for Twitch or whatev, I'm just a little frustrated with needing to juggle all this.

I was also considering hosting SwapOut somewhere that could get ad revenue, but I wasn't sure where until I realized I can probably earn that from my Tapas now (i think?? sdfhgh up to 70% ad revenue there but i haven't seen any yet) So maybe I'll post there a day earlier than here or something? We'll see. Go subscribe there! Check it out! Reread it! Help ME help YOU!

... Much appreciated ><

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edgeray · 11 months ago

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Ray! 🍅 anon here, I said I wasn't going to request but there's one idea I've been really, REALLY itching at.

So you know how you reblogged "cold nights" by beiibeii? Yeah about that... I think I cooked an angst idea of this on a related tangent? (If you choose to write this, ofc)

How about Mother!Reader who is faced with the same scenario of Arle neglecting them to the point that she loses hope in their relationship? Think of the angst when the children constantly remind their Father of important dates but she's away or somehow missing most of them because of work. To the point reader just implies for them to stop trying and accepts the fact that they married Arlecchino but is now simply the Knave's wife? Like even the children can see them losing hope which is why they sometimes lowkey plead with their Father to actually pay more attention to Mother. Mother marrying Father means that Mother is strong but behind their strong facade you can see their sadness! You can feel their loneliness! And their sense of isolation and sorrowful acceptance of their new reality. And Arle does not pick up on the subtle signs until it's Too Late. Like. Reader in the coffin Late.

And as the Knave's wife Reader does need to undertake missions like in "I am Fine in Your Arms" but because reader has lost so much hope in living a wife outside of being the Knave's wife, reader does not make an effort to return alive. The angst of the burial, maybe the children blaming their Father etc. The really young ones aside, I don't think they would be actively angry with their Father, just very, VERY, disappointed. HotH would lose its warmth for a while before Lyney, Lynette and Freminet try their best to build it back (but of course, it never becomes as warm as it used to be)

Whether or not you choose to give this one a happy ending is up to you, but on my end the only happy ending that I cooked up for them is that Arle wakes up in the next Samsara with all these memories of losing Reader and prevents the relationship from going South in the first place. (Bonus points if Reader also has the memories and compares it to how they were treated by Arle previously, makes a comparison, and goes "How I wish this were my Arle" without knowing that it actually IS their Arle, just acknowledging she fucked up BIG time and is now making heavy amends for it. and Arle Knows because of that look that Reader gives her, sorrow and joy in a complex blend.)

...I think by now you can tell that I'm an angst writer too HAHSHHSHA Nobody leaves my fics without getting a knife and I promise it's just for the plot (like we always say).

I've still been keeping up with your writings (Beauty and The Beast actually fits, holy-) (Someone send Siren!Arle a whole farmhouse of ham for her consumption please) and yes I agree that you've been pumping out bangers after bangers. (I mean. Given that, you probably can afford to be a little indulgent? If writing this much quality about your muse doesn't give you the OK to put your hands all over them, abs and all, what does?)

As always, prioritise your sanity and schedule first, stay well rested and hydrated!

Lost Warmth

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Link to my momma's (@beiibeiii) piece right here. If I see you read this before reading the masterpiece I just linked, know that I am a very disappointed axolotl. 😔 Anyways, you might be able to tell just how long this has been sitting in my inbox… haha… my bad guys. T^T. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write more angst. :3 And thank you for the additional comments 🍅 anon. I do have quite a soft spot for siren! arle, seeing that she was my first request (and requested from my momma :3). Wanted this to be a little longer, but I do have to wake up earlier tomorrow, so this is what you get T^T. Hopefully it's still good. Content warnings / info - angst, character death (duh), reader is referred to as ‘Mother’ but is otherwise GN!, 1.4k words

Cold is a feeling you've long gotten used to. Cold is your husband's dismissal of your existence, with every interaction ending with her blunt words and back towards you, leaving you with a crumbling heart. Cold are the long nights as you anxiously wait for Arlecchino's appearance for a candlelit dinner you spent half the day preparing, only for her never to return until you fell to exhaustion on the couch, a flower bouquet that remains unreceived in your hands. Cold is the creeping loneliness in the late hours of the night, when you've finally grown tired of anticipating someone that will never come, and returned to bed alone. Cold is the way you shiver underneath the thickest of blankets, no one's body warmth to sink into, no one's softly whispered words into your ear to drift you to sleep. Cold is when instead of your husband, only dim stars, a bottle of liquor, and the tears that stream your face join you in bed.

When was the last time you had felt warmth?

You recall when the Knave first started courting you, how gentlemanly she was for such a rumored cruel Harbinger. You were first just a caretaker of the House of the Hearth, this small orphanage which you quickly found to be home for you. You couldn't help but adore the endearing children, watching as you slowly became a staple in this family. Despite your best efforts of hiding it, Arlecchino noticed when you snuck in the occasional pastry or cake from the town's most lavious bakery for the children, out of your own paycheck as well. It was then, your husband admitted, when she first fell for you. It had taken her months of encouragement from her ‘pestering’ children before she asked you out, and it was impossible to not fall for her charm.

How could you not? Not when she held you like you were her world. Not when she viewed you higher than the Tsaritsa herself. Not when her touch was heavenly, her words silky and sweet. When she proposed to you, your heart leapt with levity, and you thought your life was perfect now. A warm house, fitted with warm parents, that was what you had had, you had never felt so content.

Then came the long nights. Nights when she trudged home later than usual, where she fell asleep without a word but sunk into your arms still. Then she started forgetting, forgetting about the dates and birthdays, and anniversaries more and more. At first, you chalked it up to her demanding Harbinger duties, but as time grew and the excuses started to run out, the perfect life you knew was crumbling.

You became aware of this two years after your marriage when you had been preparing dinner for the two of you once she arrived home, slow cooking a steak since the early hours of the morning. Just as you exited the kitchen, you heard some children surrounding your husband before she left for another Harbinger meeting, telling her that you had a surprise for her once she came home and how excited you were for her to enjoy a new recipe you created. Your heart swelled with hope and appreciation for your children, especially when Arlecchino promised she would return in time.

You should have known better.

You ate your tear-ridden steak alone and went to bed, leaving the steak out for her for whenever she returned home. Just like how you fell asleep, you woke up without your husband's presence, and when you arrived at the kitchen, the meat and the note besides the plate were untouched.

You tried to eat the cold steak for lunch as well. You threw it away at the first bite. That day, you gathered your children, pleading them not to ‘pester’ Father with more reminders, as she was very busy. All that you gained back from the children was pitied expressions, and the agony in your chest worsened. Your children could pity you, but your husband couldn't? Even with your husband's coldness, you still carried out your Mother role, if only for the children. You cannot deny that the children's antics helped you forget the ever-present void inside you, caused by Arlecchino.

You never learned the reason for Arlecchino's behavior, why she had grown so cold towards you. Now, you suppose, you would never know.

Red fills your hazy vision as you lay on the ground, your entire body aching and fatigued, desperate gasps for air while your heart pounds in your eardrums. Your side was sliced, and the crimson liquid quickly poured out of the wound while you tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.

This is your end, you think to yourself as you weakly turn on your side, every nerve in your body protesting against the movement. Your bloodied hand comes into view, your engagement and wedding ring gleaming slightly underneath the blood. The rings bring your thoughts to Arlecchino–oh, how you imagine the common disappointment in her otherwise apathetic expression, disappointment at your mission's failure. Your eyes bubbled and blurred with tears, vivid memories of your wedding flashing through your mind. The wedding ring is beautiful, still polished with that bold scarlet, the same color of her eyes, the same eyes you could never stop drowning in.

Would she even know your absence? Would she ever acknowledge you, treat you properly like her partner even if you did return? You doubt it. Did you want to return a cold bed, to a husband that does not love you, to a house no longer warm?

It's warm.

Your body feels like fire courses through your veins as you feel inexplicably hot, yet it's a welcomed heat. It's the first time you've felt this, but it feels familiar, comforting, like a hearth, and you want nothing more than to surrender to it. It soothes your heartbeat and calms your breath, easing your body as if you were to sink into the most plush of beds, swallowed by the thickest of blankets. The warmth coils around you, wrapping you like a cozy embrace, evoking you to sleep. Your eyes flutter shutter, a faint smile plastered on your lips.

It feels just like Peruere's arms.

—

Arlecchino receives a letter addressed to her on the third day you've been sent on a mission. The contents make her drop the paper, and she rushes outside, without an additional word, leaving the House.

The children do not see her until she returns late into the night, a body wrapped in cloth in her arms. Arlecchino raised her children to be smart, to be attentive, to be logical. Whose body it is, they realize with little difficulty.

The children weep that night. Arlecchino does not. How can she, when her source of emotions is gone?

The burial takes place soon afterwards. As your body is placed into the ground, Arlecchino can feel the weight of her children's stare on her back. The charged tension between her and the children is palpable without words. She cannot discern which of the two reactions cut deeper. The seething fury underneath the oppressive grief for the young ones, having to lose another parent, or the crushing dismay inhabited by the older ones, specifically the twins and Freminet.

Their thoughts are clear, even when none of them speak out loud.

How could you fail Mother?

The House of the Hearth no longer suits the orphanage's name, not with your missing presence. There is no warmth, no matter how much the trio tries to fuel a lost flame. Even with Arlecchin's pyro vision, it is futile.

Arlecchino stands before your gravestone, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hand, and she rests it beside the other bouquets by your grave. Six bouquets in total, for each day after your burial.

“For all the flowers, I should have given you, my love,” she whispers as she addresses you, glancing up to the heavens. The last two words make her feel like a fraud, undeserving of calling you hers, when she had clearly never shown so.

Arlecchino, the Knave, the Fatui Harbinger, does not plead, does not beg, does not kneel. However, her knees drop to her dirt, and she grovels. “Please… wait for me one more time, my dear. Once I meet you again, I promise I'll never leave you alone, I'll never let you out of my arms again.”

There is no reply.

Arlecchino feels cold.

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RGB Trio hc’s!!

(To me they are purely platonic, but feel free to read this however you like!)

- Soda said Sling dislikes fast food, which is funny because in my mind BB and Skate absolutely inhale the stuff. Mostly because it’s cheap, but also because it’s all they ate growing up aside from scraps

- When they eat out together, Sling always drags them to actual diners and restaurants. He refuses to eat anything of less quality unless it’s for a dare. Though ofc knowing Skate is poor and can’t really afford these places, Sling usually pays for both himself and Skate. He’d pay for BB too but BB is adamant about paying for his own food

- Skate likes to use the occasions Sling pays to get the good and expensive stuff (nothing crazy, just enough to annoy at his upper middle class friend). Sling, while stingy about his money spending (despite his higher end tastes, and also his expensive shoe enjoyment….), just lets Skate abuse the opportunity because he likes feeding his friends good food

- Sling hates oil heavy food, it makes him want to throw up. Skate loves it. BB doesn’t entirely like it, but he’ll eat whatever you give him without complaint

- Sling and Skate are so cafe owner and scrappy delinquent trope to me, do you get the vibes. Meeting in front of the cafe where Skate’s taking shelter from the rain under the canopy, covered in cuts and bruises from an alley fight. Sling coming out to shoo him from the front because “he’s scaring off customers”. Then Sling brings him inside and feeds him the best food Skate’s had ever, and he sends him off once the rain clears up. And Skate’s been a regular ever since, and now they’re besties

- Skate has taught Sling and BB how to skateboard, like the basics at least. Sling doesn’t do it often because he hates how it wrecks his shoes. BB just prefers to rollerblade because it’s more dance friendly in his opinion

- Skate and BB are all for recreational drugs as long as they’re used responsibly. They’ve seen addiction at its worst in Playground, but they also know people who know how to keep themselves in check. (There’s a lot of drug education in Playground in my heart, though mainly taught by others with experience,,) Sling very much dislikes drugs because he grew up to see it as unclean. He’s slowly warming up to the concept of safe drug usage thanks to Skate and BB, but he’ll never do any (somewhat related side note: Vine has definitely tried at least a few plant based drugs, but she hides this fact from Sling because she knows he hates the stuff)

- Skate and Sling have gift giving as one of their love languages. Sling gives free extras of food to friends when they visit Thieves Rest, Skate gives friends random trinkets and rocks that remind him of them. BB on the other hand has acts of service, and will always try to find ways to help his friends

- Skate has zero clue that Sling is younger than him and BB. In fact, he thinks Sling is older than them both because he tends to seem the most mature out of the three. Sling and BB don’t know about this and assume Skate’s “old man” remarks towards Sling are just ironic jokes

- BB is actually the most mature out of the three, it’s just that he always tone matches with whoever he’s with, and being paired with Skate…. Yeah, you can see where that’s going

- All three always have bandaids on hand, mostly because Skate is a reckless dumbass, but also because BB and Sling tend to be the caretaker of their friend groups and they like to be prepared

- BB made a cute jingle for Thieves Rest upon Sling’s commission (I like to think it’s how they started to get to know each other,,, Pre-friendship, Sling overhearing that BB’s a musician, and wanting a little tune for people to associate with the cafe.). Sling loves it, but it’s now become a bit of an annoying inside joke thanks to Skate singing it whenever Sling slips into business mode during hang outs

- BB and Skate have known each other for a while now, growing up only a few blocks from each other in Playground. Sling had no idea about this, so it kind of frazzled him when he found out that one of the friendliest guys he knows and one of the biggest delinquents he knows are childhood friends

- If ever caught doing something stupid, Sling will immediately blame Skate, even if Skate is completely unrelated. Skate will alway either blame whoever else is with him at the moment, come up with a very stupid reason, or bluntly actually give the stupid reason. BB will never blame another, and always takes the blame even if it wasn’t his fault

- BB’s currently teaching Skate how to play guitar. Sling doesn’t have interest in learning since he’s already busy with the cafe, but he likes to sit in on their sessions and tease Skate when he’s free

- BB and Sling both know about Coil. Sling guessed Skate had a roommate because at some point Skate started buying double the portions than usual, and when he came over unprompted to drop off some free food to try and help Skate’s lower class wallet, Coil may or may not have been in the background when Skate answered the door. (Sling lowkey freaked out because that’s a whole ass highly wanted criminal, but calmed down after Skate explained it). BB found out while visiting (invited, unlike Sling), and Coil came out of the basement, not realizing Skate had a friend over. Since Skate was in his room getting ready to go out, he wasn’t there to stop Coil from thinking BB was a burglar and jumping the musician. But dw, Skate rushed down before anything got drastic, and BB and Coil are chill now

woof, thats a lot of headcanons

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