The more I’m hearing about the situation in Gaza, the more disgusted and disturbed I am by the sheer, shameless inhumanity Israel displays daily.
Some few out of many, many, many, many exemples of what Israel did so far:
Dumped gallons of salt over water supplies so Palestinian people cannot safely drink from it
Israeli soldiers filmed themselves torturing a disabled man, stealing belongings of deceased and captive Palestinians, mocking and sexually assaulting Palestinian women, and many more
Bombed an entire hospital full of babies. Babies.
Murdered Hadiya Nassar, a Palestinian woman older than their joke of a state, by sniping her off a roof, simply because she stated a fact.
Threw a woman off a 5 story building just because
Kept the dead bodies of Palestinian prisoners on ice so they could serve their full sentences. Even AFTER they died. Some remains kept for up to 40 years. So they wouldn’t return these people to their families
Produced “Dead Palestinian Baby” dolls as a children’s toy. The toy comes with small bags for “limbs”
We must keep in mind that while genocide is entirely a product of politics, and a form of systematic oppression, we are truly witnesses to hatred. THIS is what hatred is, and this is what it does. When someone asks you how hatred looks like, tell them it looks like Israel.
anyone who continues to say that what Israel is doing to civilians is out of “self defense” are blind af. back then we couldn’t film the atrocities bestowed upon minorities, now we can; and they are literally being filmed BY THE OPPRESSOR!! wake up and smell the roses, Israel is not the victim, Palestinians are. they have been for the past 75 years.
Pairing: Trevor Phillips x Fem Reader, Franklin Clinton x Fem Reader
Character: Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader
Summary: Domestic Life with Trevor and Franklin [Anon Request]
AN: There may be a few inaccuracies
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Trevor Phillips
Despite his rough exterior, Trevor excels at unconventional domestic skills like fixing appliances and DIY projects. He's the go-to person for any household repairs.
Trevor and you engage in constant playful banter. Your dynamic mixes sarcasm, teasing, and genuine affection, creating a unique and lively atmosphere at home.
You and Trevor occasionally embark on late-night adventures, whether driving to a secluded spot to stargaze or exploring the city when it's quiet. These spontaneous moments strengthen the bond.
Trevor's rough exterior hides a protective streak. He's fiercely defensive of you and has a no-nonsense attitude toward anyone who might threaten their safety or happiness. And it ain't a joke when he kills someone cause they hurt you.
In private, Trevor shows rare moments of vulnerability with you. He opens up about his past, fears, and dreams, creating a deep emotional connection that transcends his tough exterior.
You and Trevor celebrate unconventional anniversaries, like the day they met at a chaotic event or the anniversary of adopting their first pet together. These quirky celebrations become cherished traditions.
Trevor and you discover shared hobbies, whether riding motorcycles together, attending local events, or even participating in unconventional activities that reflect Trevor's wild side.
You find a sense of comfort and love amid Trevor's chaotic lifestyle. Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, they discover that home is wherever you are together.
Franklin Clinton
You and Franklin have a morning routine that involves cooking a hearty breakfast together. Franklin often surprises you with his culinary skills, whipping up delicious omelets and pancakes.
Both of you are fitness enthusiasts. Engaging in morning workouts or evening jogs together encourages each other to stay active and healthy.
Given Franklin's love for cars, you spend weekends attending car shows, working on personal automotive projects, or simply taking long drives to enjoy the scenery.
You both enjoy quiet evenings at home with movie nights and gaming sessions. They take turns choosing films and games, creating a cozy and laid-back atmosphere.
Franklin's love for cooking extends to the backyard, where he takes charge of the grill during family barbecues. Hosting gatherings for friends and family, creating a warm and welcoming environment.
You both share a passion for travel. They plan spontaneous weekend getaways, explore nearby cities, or take road trips to experience new cultures and cuisines.
Both you and Franklin have a creative side. Might spend weekends exploring local art galleries, attending painting classes, or simply expressing themselves through various artistic endeavors.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, You and Franklin cherish quiet moments of reflection. Whether it's sitting on the porch at sunset in Los Santos or sharing stories under the stars of Mount Chilliad, they appreciate the simple beauty of life together.
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Working at the same television station he works for.
Going to Life Foundation with Eddie, on the day that he interviews Carlton Drake.
Eddie getting jealous when Carlton Drake starts flirting with you.
You comforting him after he loses his job and his fiancé Anne.
Him begging you to live in his apartment with him since he wants you to be there for him and you hesitantly agreeing because of your feelings for him.
After a couple of months of living with him Eddie confesses his feelings for you after he kisses you.
Passionate kisses.
Eddie slowly lets go of your lips.
“(Y/N)…” he whispers.
“Yeah?” you ask still dazed from the kiss.
“I love you…”
Forehead kisses.
Cheek kisses.
You snuggling up against him as the 2 of you watch a movie/T.V. on his couch.
Him always watching you on the T.V. when you’re doing a interview/event.
Passionate sex.
Jealous Sex
Rough sex.
Daddy kink.
Him giving you nice gifts, even if it’s for no reason.
You getting very concerned about him when he starts to not act like himself.
Your worry gets to the point where it’s too much and you have to move out to be less stressed and worried.
After a few days you try and call him. He doesn’t answer any of your calls… so you go to his apartment and knock on the door until he opens the door and lets you in.
“Eddie? Eddie, please open the door. It’s me.” You say against the door as you consistently knock on the door. A moment later the door slowly opens and you see Eddie in front of you. Without hesitation you throw your arms around his neck saying how worried you were when he didn’t answer any of your calls. “Eddie I was so worried. Why didn’t you answer any of my calls? I was so worried that something might've happened, I didn’t know what to think.” He hugs you back just as tightly and says. “I know… I’m just… Not feeling like myself recently…” You lift your head from his shoulder and look up into his eyes with confusion. “What do you mean?”
Him telling you about what happened at Life Foundation.
You not believing any of it at first, at least until he shows you Venom…
You freaking out when you first meet Venom.
“What the hell is that thing?!”
Eddie telling you about what Life Foundation is doing to all of the homeless people around the city.
You agreeing with him that Drake needs to be stopped but also being very worried about Eddie getting hurt.
You being so relieved that he survived but feeling sorry for him when he tells you about how he lost Venom…
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“Ow.”
Your rear end plopped down on the mat as you fell backwards, bouncing yourself just a little from the force as the practice weapon hit the floor. You were covered in a thin layer of sweat from the overexertion from the practice. Since the incident and after your healing, your sparring matches have gotten tougher. You could hold your own for a decent amount of time which is good for the fact that you were fighting orcs.
“You’re getting better. We just need to continue this improvement. Any second longer is just as important in a fight if you can hold off a death.” Zahala resumes a casual position and leans against the staff he’s been using.
You looked up to him from the ground and nodded. You raised a palm to the sky and pointed it in his direction. “Look. My calluses!”
“Something to be proud of.” The albino grinned before walking over to sit in front of you and take your hand. “Something most princesses would never be exposed to.”
You laughed. “I am not like most.”
“You continue to prove that to us.” He patted the top of your hand and leaned back to rest. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” You nodded, taking your hand back to look at the new marks again. “I have recovered fully. It didn’t seem to mess with me. I sleep through the night just fine. I’m not scared to be alone but I’ve also not really been alone yet. Uzul hands me off to someone like a child going to nursery.”
“He does these things because he loves you.”
“I have no doubt about that.” You agreed. “He’s just a tough cookie. He reminds me of my dad.”
Zahala laughed. “Don’t tell him that.”
“It’s not a bad thing.” You wrinkled your nose.
“I just…” Zahala clicked his tongue in thought. “I don’t think you realize the gravity of who Uzul is. You’ve been exposed to this world through Noverak, a capital orc city. You’ve seen him here and you’ve seen the aura of his presence in your kingdom.”
“I remember seeing the war party come in.” You thought back on that first day. “He was…the equivalent of what true power means. My dad is like that but I don’t see him like that because he’s always been my dad. I guess it’s the same way with Uzul. He was rough around the edges when we started but now he’s my snuggle bug. I’m unable to see him differently.”
Zahala’s cheeks puffed out as he tried not to burst into laughter. You gave him a look and he did a little wiggle in his spot as if to disperse the amusement. “The Destroyer of Foes.” He waved a hand in the air as if the words would appear before the both of you. “He’s a God amongst us. Don’t tell him I said that. He’s a brother to me. Family. I would die for him. He has brought great respect and power to our kingdom, to our race! No one thought that orcs would be like this. Hundreds of years ago, orcs would just dumb mindless angry beings. There was nothing solid in people's minds about us. We weren’t anything. The foundation that we have now is thanks to his family and a few other lucky families that fought for our every right. Uzul comes from many prestigious orcs that have made our life as magnificent as it is.”
“Just rich with history.”
“And achievements.” Zahala continued. “Uzul has been great since he was born and continues a powerful reign. Pressure and expectations do not phase him. Most young orcs nowadays look at him as a role model. He’s smart, respectful, a warrior, and a leader. He brought us peace with you guys, the human kingdom. Trade routes are no longer filled with terror. Our imports and exports are making both kingdoms money. It’s been profitable for not only the elite but the citizens as well. Plus, look at Krex. He’s about to start a new home.”
“How do you think that will go? I feel like Uzul will be greatly relieved once he’s gone.”
Zahala hummed as he thought about it. “It’s not like Krex is a threat. It’s just that the boy gets under his nerves. There’s a certain level of respect that they both give each other but that’s about it. They aren’t going to be sipping tea with each other.”
“Such a shame. They’re both good people.”
He smirked. “But you definitely like one more than the other.”
You laughed. “I love Uzul. He was just problematic at the beginning so it’s no wonder I leaned so heavily on Krex.”
“Plus Krex is a human lover so he was very happy to be leaned on.” Zahala shook his head. “I’ve never seen a man more obsessed with humans.” You both laughed at that. The humor died out as the two of you were content to relax in peace. “Are you excited to get married?”
You smiled fondly. “I’m actually really excited. I was about terrified the first time so to feel all this is amazing. It’s going to be like a dream.”
“Good.” Zahala seemed joyful about it. “All jokes aside, I am honestly excited for Uzul to be married. I was worried that he would die alone because he was so hard to deal with. Romantic ties just weren’t his thing. He’ll be a great husband and father to you.”
The thought of kids made you happy. A family. The worries of parenthood would always be there but to think that you would settle down and raise a family with an orc that you adored made your heart flutter. You giggled and flipped back against the mat to look at the ceiling of the room. “It’s going to work out, isn’t it?”
“I think so.”
You heard movement and a voice joined in the conversation. “You are learning so much. What a good use of time.”
You wiggled and looked towards the entrance to find Uzul in casual attire, leaning against the doorway. Zahala tilted his head back to make eye contact with the grey orc. “We’re gossiping.”
“Is that why my ears have been burning all morning?” Uzul asked.
“Of course.” You smiled his way.
Zahala nodded. “Any news?”
“She’s been spotted in a few of the elven kingdoms.” Uzul entered the room and stood on the mat with his hands in his pockets.
“Why the elves?” You asked your thoughts out loud.
Zahala agreed with that question. “That’s an odd location to go to. The elves are pompous bastards and won’t look too kindly to exiled orcs. You think she’d have gone to the dwarves or a mixed kingdom.”
“I do not know the way a crazy woman thinks.” Uzul spit out.
You waved your hand at him. “Don’t be huffy.”
“Also your humans grow closer. The riders are escorting them. They’ll be here tomorrow.” Uzul moved closer to stand next to you two. “You look sticky.”
“I sweat!!!!” You wailed loudly and looked at Zahala. “He beats me profusely.”
“As a winner should.” The albino bounced up and gave Uzul the practice staff. “Would you like a try?”
“To beat my wife or you?” Uzul snorted and took the staff. “I don’t use fake weapons.”
Zahala just made a face. “I’m not using blades with you.”
Uzul grinned and poked him with the stick. “Scared?”
The orc laughed in his face. “Are you kidding?”
You sat up and banged on the mat. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Uzul pointed a finger at you. “You are a fiend.”
“A heathen.” Zahala added.
“Will you spar sometime soon then? Wouldn’t it be good for me to see some actual warriors fight?” You requested.
Uzul nodded and handed the stick back to Zahala. “We will spar sometime. Come on, we need to get you cleaned up. We have some things to do.” The orc came over to you and picked you up off the ground.
“What are we doing?”
“We need to pick out some options for the wedding.”
“Like cake!” You yelled up at him, patting your stomach as it growled for nutrition.
“Among other things.” Uzul took your hand and waved to Zahala before leaving the area. “We’ll be choosing a few things for your diplomatic fellows as well as the wedding.”
“Are you worried about them coming?” You looked up at him.
The corner of his mouth curled up. “No.”
Typical orc. “You can’t fix all your problems with violence.”
“Are you telling me I can’t murder them if they displease me?”
“Mhmm.” You squeezed his hand and laughed.
The grey orc sighed. “I shall play nice.”
“Will you?” You teased.
He side-eyed you. “Only for a short time.”
“I’d really appreciate it.” You gave him a beaming smile as the two of you made it back to your shared room and inside.
“I am only comfortable with them being here for a short time. Just because we’re at peace doesn’t mean all has been forgiven.”
“I understand that.” You agreed with what he said. There were lots of things that had been pushed aside for the good of the world. Uzul walked you to the bathroom and kissed the top of your head. “I don’t expect you to roll over if they’re rude to you. I’m sure there’s still lingering racism.”
Uzul just scratched the underside of his chin and said no more, leaving you in the bathroom with your comment. You had to say that Uzul was a very understanding man and his quiet temperament was something that was easily mistaken for disagreement on everything. He was very inward with his thoughts and opinions. You’ve barely scratched the surface of what makes the cogs in his mind turn but you could be the person that had gone the farthest.
You sank into the water once you were ready to get clean and let the warmth relax your future sore muscles. You let out a loud groan and lowered yourself down until your chin hit the water. “Hey!” You yelled out, thinking about too many things as your mind flooded with things to do. You heard his grunt from the other room. “Do we have to be fancy for their visit?”
“Fancy?”
“Like wear fancy, uptight orc clothes?”
He laughed and you heard him get up. “The only orcs that wear impractical clothes are orcs that were raised by you guys.”
“You say that with distaste.” You squint your eyes at him.
The orc stands in the doorway with an amused look. “You were the one in a corset when I first met you. I believe breathing was not necessary.”
“I didn’t think my ribs and spine have ever felt better.” You smiled at him. “I didn’t think it was possible to wear less than five heavy layers.”
“Impractical.” Uzul moved further into the room until he was beside you, looking down. “Just dress however you want. You don’t have to present yourself as something you are not for me.”
“So if I come to breakfast in a full set of armor, that’s fine?”
He laughed and placed a hand on his chest. “Whatever you like.”
“I’m just thinking of options.”
He leaned down and got on eye-level with you. His hand reached out and light touched your cheek. You smiled and hummed at his touch, closing your eyes as the comfort truly washed over you.
“We’ll work on our hair in the morning. I’d like to have a good night's sleep so I’m not in a terrible mood when they get here.”
“You’re really dreading this.” You murmured.
“I’m assuming the worst.”
You opened your eyes and perked up, “How about try something new for me?” Uzul raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned forward to cup his face. “Just be optimistic.”
He huffed in your hands. Uzul reminded you of an old dog at that moment. One of those pets you’ve had for a long time and are just set in their ways. You pressed your lips against his softly and smiled against his mouth. He touched foreheads with you and stayed like that for a great while. “We need to go back.”
“I know. I’m just cherishing the moment.”
“As am I.” Uzul murmured to you as he truly felt comfortable. “This is peaceful.”
You were happy with him.” We should do this more often.”
Uzul kissed you quickly before standing up. “I put some new clothes on the bed.”
“You’re so sweet.”
He gave you a look. “Yes, definitely a characteristic that I’ve been described with before.”
You laughed and sank into the water. “Cute and cuddly.”
“Don’t spread gossip about me. I’ll lose my reputation.”
You quickly washed up. “Oh, yes. The Destroyer of Foes!”
Uzul watched you. “I am a tough man.”
You looked over your shoulder. “A hard man.”
He opened his mouth before closing it and shaking his head at you. “Hurry up.”
“You want me stinky. I used to have handmaidens that did this for me.”
“A pampered pooch if ever I have seen.” Uzul left the bathroom again.
You were amused. You hurried up your cleaning process and bounced out, yanking a towel with you as you dried off. Uzul was on the bed in a comfortably laid down position. You eyed your target before running from the bathroom to the bed and plopping down on him with your full weight. He didn’t even flinch when you landed but he pulled you into a hug. “You’re still damp.”
“I’m using you to dry off.”
“Our bed is damp.”
“It will air dry.” You tried to roll in place.
He wrapped you up in a hug tight and hauled you upright as he sat up as well. “You’re just a heathen. Not a princess in sight. Get dressed.”
You laughed as his fingers skimmed across your flesh and started to tickle you. “Noooo!”
“Yes.” He continued his attack.
You are laughing loudly and pushing against him, wiggling until you slipped into the floor with Uzul sitting up above looking down at you with a joyous expression. “Now are you ready?”
You were catching your breath, inhaling deeply to fill your lungs. “Ready.” You tilted your head back and smiled.
I’m high as shit right now and this is a free country (it’s not) so I’m making this
Pros and cons of being with Johnny
Nsfw warning cuz y’all know me
This is a joke but I take my jokes very seriously
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Pros -
Overly obsessed with his hygiene. (Could be a con too idfk.)
He’s definitely loaded and would buy you like all the shit you could ever ask for.
Would constantly praise you for pretty much your entire existence.
The reputation that comes with being with him, like he’s literally popular asf ain’t no way you aren’t getting popular too.
He’s almost seven feet tall so he’s gotta have a big dick.
He COULD be a good father. (???)
I can’t think of anything else.
Cons -
Would leave you out of a lot of shit, not on purpose but he’s a busy man.
Really stuck up even when it comes to you.
Gets jealous super fucking easily, like you could just be looking at another monster and he’d lose his shit.
Probably has a humiliation kink.
And a breeding kink.
Chance he’d be a horrible father and push his kids into becoming the best the same way his did.
It’d be really hard to kiss him and I think the reason why is obvious.
He also can’t give head so that’s a tragedy.
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Not a single thought went through my head while making this I’ll probably edit it in the morning when im not tripping balls 😭 The fact it’s 2am and I have work tomorrow makes it worse
I’m so tired
To the Mutual reblogging all my shit I’m gonna kiss you wetly
This is very short, but I hope everyone likes it. This is the fic for the poll a few months ago.
Contains: Fluff on fluff on fluff, very mild angst.
1.5K words
You make sure Juice has the best birthday ever.
You made sure to climb out of bed with the quiet of a church mouse, hoping last night's pre-birthday "gift" had tired Juice out enough that he would say asleep.
It must have worked because you managed to slip on your clothes and brush your teeth before heading out of the bedroom. Happy was already at the counter, having stayed the night after a nice dinner due to "bike troubles."
"I need a favor."
Happy offered you a soft smile, "I think I know what you're going to ask me little girl but go a head."
You smiled, "I have a plan for Juice's birthday, I need you to find some reason to stay the night tomorrow. I'd ask one of the others but they can't keep secrets for shit."
Happy chuckled, "I can do that, what are you planning?"
You went into detail, Happy nodding along, pausing to add his two cents now and then.
He was taking his head as you finished, "and how do you plan to keep him asleep for the first part of this?"
You gave Happy a look, "we're going to play Uno all night long, how the fuck do you think Hap? I spend a lot of money of some very fancy underwear and I'm going to put it to good use."
Happy was unfazed, "alright then, how about I tell the guys while you're busy with that, that way we don't have to do everything?"
You shoved his shoulder lovingly, "we make a great team."
Happy sighed, "yeah yeah, you've already roped me in, no need to butter me up more."
You started making breakfast while Happy called Chibs, making sure to be as quiet as you could so you didn't wake Juice. It took a little longer than usual, but Happy didn't take long on his phone call, so he helped. As you just placed the last egg on the plate, you heard the door open and Juice came out rubbing his face.
"Happy birthday dearest, I made you breakfast."
Juice smiled and walked over to you, pressing his lips to your cheek, "I am one lucky man." He sat down and tucked in while you put in the second part of your plan.
Chibs showed up a few minutes after Juice had finished breakfast with the tow truck for Happy's bike, doing his best to look sad. He sat at the table with a sigh and looked at Juice, "I'm sorry man, I know you were planning to spend your day with your girl, but we've had a rush of parts that need to be inventoried."
You made a sad face, "really, can't you call in someone else to do it?"
Chibs shook his head, "sorry lass, we need all hands on deck."
Juice sighed, "it's alright, we've had this happen before, I should be home by four."
You walked over and gave Juice a hug, glaring at Chibs as his smile widened as if to say, "don't blow this."
Juice walked away a little crestfallen and you moved on to stage three.
****
Juice arrived at T-M to a small surprise, Chibs had led him to believe that there were wall-to-wall boxes, but the shipment wasn't much bigger than average. Jax walked over and gave me a hug, "sorry man, I knew you had plans today but we need to get this shit done."
Juice nodded, "it's fine, it won't take us long."
****
"Wow, you're really going all out." Lyla looked over the ingredients on the counter with a smile on her face.
You smiled back, "I wanted to cook all his favourites, Happy's giving me updates, we have a few hours before he gets home." You picked up the sugar and butter, "I'll do the caramel if you tackle cake batter?"
She nodded, "done. What's after that?"
You thought for a moment, "I have to put the stew in the pressure cooker and make the mix for the pot stickers. This won't take long so I'm hoping we'll be done with most of the stuff in the next two hours."
Lyla smiled, "that sounds like a plan."
****
Juice called you on his lunch break and you did your best to keep the noise down so he wouldn't catch on, "how's your day been handsome?"
You could hear his smile, "better now that I'm talking to you, they guys are trying to take it easy on me but I'm not sure when I'll be home."
BEEEEEEEEEEEP
Oh shit, the oven
"What was that dollface?"
You and Lyla shared a look, "I'm making myself some tuna toast, sorry about that."
There was a pause and you could hear the disappointment in his voice, "oh, but you'll stay on the phone until my break is done right?"
You felt your heart hurt, but you buried it, "of course, it will stay warm for ages. Have you gotten any gifts yet?"
You knew he hadn't, you have carefully hidden all his gifts from the guys in the spare room, "no, I don't think they got me anything, I didn't ask anyway."
You took a deep breath, it was taking everything not to blurt out the truth, "we'll see, maybe they'll give you something before you leave."
There was a shout in the background, his lunch break was done, "I gotta go, I'll see you later. Love you."
"Love you too Juicy."
He sounded a bit deflated when he hung up so you went back to work, you were going to make sure today was the best birthday he had ever had.
****
Juice felt his mood drop as the day went on, by the time the guys started to leave his birthday really felt like any other day. He could tell his friends were trying, they let him have the first pick of the donuts, they didn't ask him to do as much as they normally would but it was still a disappointment, you had been telling him for weeks that you were going to make sure today was a good day.
To top it off, his partner at clear passages had called him just as he and Jax were locking up to tell him that something was wrong and that he needed to come by.
He called you just before he got on his bike, hoping that hearing your voice would give him the mood boost he needed to keep going, "hey dollface, I got bad news."
He could hear noise in the background but he figured it was just the TV, "oh no, what's wrong." You knew what was wrong, nothing, the Clear Passages "problem" was just a detour so everyone could be there by the time Juice got home.
"A bunch of money's been stolen at the weed shop, I'll probably be there till late tonight."
You did your best to sound sad, "I'm sorry Juicy, how about we take the weekend off to make up for all this? We can go to that little country house we love so much."
There was a pause and then his mood picked up, "I'd love that, I'll be home as soon as I can. Love you y/n."
"Love you too Juicy."
****
When Juice got to Clear Passages, he was surprised there were no police there. He ran up to his partner, who offered him a slightly embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, I miscounted then, in a panic, put half of the cash down and walked away, then I forgot where I had left it. False alarm."
Juice breathed a sigh of relief, "no worries man, I'm gonna head back home, it's been a long day."
His partner nodded, "sure, happy birthday Juice."
Juice waved his hand, "thanks."
****
You were lucky Juice pulled up to the house when he did because you didn't think you could hold it in any longer. You shooed back room and sat on the couch, doing your best to act natural as he opened the door, "you're home early, I thought something was wrong?"
Juice shot you a wide smile and opened his arms for a hug, "nah, nothing was wrong." You hugged him as hard as you could and he must have picked up on something because he pulled away and looked over your face, "what are you up to?"
Your eyes went wide, "nothing, nothing at all. Just don't go into the spare room whatever you do."
There was no signs of what was going on around that house and everyone had parked their cars and bikes in the backyard so Juice couldn't see them when he drove in. He brushed pasted you and placed his hand on the door to the spare room as you held back a smile.
He smirked at you and flung it open "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!"
There was a burst of streamers and Juice's face broke out into a grin, "I fucking knew it, I knew you were planning something." Everyone was there and the room was decked out with balloons and decorations, there was a table piled high with gifts and something off to the side that looked suspiciously like some had tried to wrap a motorbike.
You smiled and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I hope you didn't because this took weeks to plan but knowing these guys, they gave it away."
Juice captured you in a kiss and you leaned into it, placing you hand on the back of his head as he deepened it.
The crowd broke into a cheer and you separated from each other, "Happy birthday my love."
😎 congrats on 900 followers my best friend!! You deserve it!! I shall give the first first request to you, and that is, Sanemi x fem reader!!! With the action prompt 1! I give you free reign but for the love of everything holy, please make it fluffy!!!!!
There was always something off about you, but Shinazugawa Sanemi could never place what it was.
You were a fellow Hashira—the Falcon Hashira, if he remembered right. You were from overseas but talented nonetheless. One of the more talented Hashira, if he had to admit anything. With quick but grand divebombing techniques and lethal strikes that imitated a falcon, after which you were named. The two of you sparred often, usually on your estate. You teased him, saying that he probably had a dirty home.
He never told you it was because he didn’t want you to see the picture of his family.
He didn’t want your pity most of all.
Because he had a feeling that your pity would shatter his heart into tiny pieces.
But he wasn’t sure why.
Sanemi wakes up somewhere warm. His body aches as if he was dragged behind a train. His eyelashes flutter open, and he looks up to see your face. Your eyes are closed. Your face turned forward toward the open window, gently swaying from side to side with the breeze as you hummed a tune. It was calming… relaxing…
It was something he hadn’t felt since before his mother died.
The moment he realizes his head is in your lap, he bolts upright, startling you into opening your eyes. You glance at him in confusion before your expression warms, a twinkle in your eye and an expression he couldn’t quite place curling your lips.
“Have a nice rest?” You ask kindly. That was the thing about you. You were never unkind to anyone. You dealt with demons swiftly and painlessly, even going as far as to pray for them as they died. You always had that smile on your face, even when people screamed or cursed in your face.
“Where am I?” He demands, and you shrug,
“Your estate. Shinobu asked if I could keep an eye on you while you healed. Do you remember anything?” You ignore his guarded expression, instead talking to him as if he was your best friend or even a lover.
Lover…
For whatever reason, he didn’t hate that idea. But he knew it was never meant to be. While he cared for you deeply (he wasn’t sure when that happened), he knew that you would never look twice at a man like him. Why would you? You were calm, kind, successful, and one of the only Hashira with a still living and loving family. Why you were a demon slayer was a mystery to him.
“Shinazugawa? Are you alright?” You ask, breaking him from his reverie. You had cocked your head, and concern painted your face like an art piece. With the setting sun bathing your body in golden light, he thought you looked almost like an angel.
Sanemi nods,
“‘m fine. What happened?” He eventually says, and you frown (he hates it when you frown) but reply regardless.
“We were sent on a mission, and you were attacked by a demon. You passed out from blood loss soon after we killed the demon. I carried you back here. ” You explain succinctly, and he blinks. He vaguely remembered going on the mission. He remembers a splash of red. He remembers being moved.
Had that been you?
He is stuck in his mind and only shakes his head to clear himself of half-formed memories when you come back in with a tray of tea and a roll of bandages.
“Shinobu asked that I take care of you.” You reiterate and gesture for him to turn around. He does so without a word. There’s no use in arguing, not when he hurts this bad and can spot speckles of stains on his futon where blood had leaked through the wrappings. You work deftly and quietly, only asking if the bandages are too tight, to which he says no.
Eventually, you speak.
“Who are those people in the picture?” You ask, and he immediately knows which picture you’re talking about. It’s the one by his futon. It’s the only picture of his entire family. His father’s face had been ripped from the image, and there were a few splatters of red on the paper, but he kept it nonetheless.
“It doesn’t matter.” He says gruffly and grunts when you tug a bit too tight on the bandage around his middle. You apologize quietly.
“They’re your family, aren’t they? I think that matters a lot.” You say, voice but a whisper in the breeze coming through the window. Sanemi clenches his fists and grits his teeth. Here it comes.
The pity.
The apologies.
You don’t look at him with those eyes that he despises. Instead, you look at him with compassion, not pity.
“I think they’d be proud of you, y’know? You’re helping so many people. I think they’d want you to have a happily ever after.” You say, and he remembers seeing you read a book of foreign fairy tales. When he had asked you about it, you had smiled.
“I just want a happily ever after someday.” You had said.
“There’s no such thing as “happily ever after.” It’s just a lie that everyone tells themselves because the truth is too hard.” He says bitterly, his heart constricting.
No.
He didn’t want to say that.
Not to you.
He didn’t want you to look sad.
But you continue to astound him when you speak again. You don’t apologize. You don’t reprimand him. You don’t belittle him.
“Happily ever after just means time, Sanemi.” You whisper, putting a hand over his. He revels in the feeling of your calloused hand and the way you say his name with a smile. Normally, he’d shout at anyone for calling him that. But you are different. And that was something he liked about you.
So, when you gently tug him down so he lies with his head in your lap, he doesn’t complain. He even closes his eyes as you begin to hum.
He falls asleep soon after, feeling relaxed and calm, feeling loved.
Sanemi always prided himself on keeping his walls up. Because with a past like his, he didn’t want pity. He didn’t want people to say how sorry they were for him. Because frivolous words like that did nothing around demons.
But… strangely enough… he didn’t feel like he needed to keep them up around you.
This pretty little rich boy isn’t even in it for the money, he just loves the attention. Satoru knows he’s attractive and basks in the stares and whispers from passersby. A woman at a club jokingly suggested that he should have an Onlyfans account (after sucking his dick in the bathroom mind you) and a lightbulb went off in his head. That night he went home, set up his account, and made his first post; a late night video of him in bed stroking his cock languidly. The clip was short, but just enough to make people want more. next thing you know, he’s skyrocketing in subscribers.
Satoru’s content consists of him using the numerous toys subscribers have bought for him from fleshlights and vibrating cockrings. He’s best known for how pretty he is, but also how equally as pretty his cock is. When you come into the picture, if you’re okay with it, he starts including you in some of his content. He first teases his audience with a video of your pretty little hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it expertly as bursts of cum are released. That quickly escalates to videos of the two of you fucking in a series of public places.
Muffled whines and low pants fill the compact dressing room as Satoru ruts into you from behind. One hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, the other is rubbing tight circles on your clit. You look back at him over your shoulder with pleading eyes, begging for mercy. Your pleasure is soon obstructed by fear at the sound of a knock on the door.
“Is everything alright ma’am?”
A wicked grin stretches across your lover’s face. He removes his hand from your mouth and gives the lobe of your ear an encouraging nibble.
“Y-yes!” You call out to the attendant on the other side of the door, trying your absolute best to not sound as fucked out as you felt. “The skirt is just…a bit tighter than I thought.”
“Oh! No worries, I’ll be right back with another size!”
“Atta girl.” Satoru purrs against your cheek. “Now look into the camera and cum before the nice saleslady comes back.”
-ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ˊˎ˗
This man can FUCK. And he knows he can fuck, so really deciding to make a couple’s Onlyfans isn’t out of the blue. The two of you already had a small personal collection of sex tapes. Toji liked to have a reminder of you whenever a job was taking longer than expected and he had to be away from you. While watching one of his favorites, he shoots you a text:
Toji ♡
we could make a shit ton of money from this
You know this man is all about his money. And so, you do. Your account is completely secret and you never show your faces, Toji’s body alone is enough to reign in the masses. He channels his resourcefulness as an assassin through Shibari – the main selling point of your account. You and Toji’s content consists of him tying you up in various positions and fucking you in them. The audience thoroughly enjoys seeing his rippling muscles flex. They love how his hands look as they tug and loop rope around your body. The more intricate the binding, the better. Bonus points if the rope being used is red. Fans have offered to send you both different colors of rope, but Toji is too possessive to see your beautiful body wrapped in something that he didn’t buy. Truthfully, he’d much rather die.
Tears gently kiss your cheeks as Toji’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Your body is bare, bound and suspended in the air. The man grips the ropes on either side of you for leverage, effectively fucking your mouth. Gruff grunts and groans escape his lips as he uses you freely.
“Look at me. That’s my fucking good girl. Look how fucking pretty you look.”
You gasp sharply when he suddenly pulls away, leaving you jaw slacked and panting for oxygen. He studies your feeble expression before deeply chuckling, circling around you. The blunt tip of the head of his dick prods at your entrance.
“Now be a good little fuck doll for me.”
With one fluent thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you.
-ˏˋ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ˊˎ˗
Let’s be fucking real, this man was only enticed into the prospect of an Onlyfans because it meant more people got to witness him humiliating his little slut. The man is a sadist. Nothing makes his dick harder than the masses watching you get fucked to the brink of passing out, drooling mindlessly. It’s as simple as that.
Your body aggressively jerks around on the bed as Sukuna jackhammers in and out of you at a grueling pace. Two long tattooed fingers are in your mouth, holding it wide open. You can’t even recognize the noises you’re making, they’re more pornographic than anything your body has ever produced. The camera is focused on your fucked out expression. Just as your eyes begin to roll back into your skull and the white of eyes peek out, Sukuna lays a sharp slap to your cheek. He tugs at the belt wrapped around your throat.
“Aw pet, you’re drooling all over yourself.” He coos condescending, removing his fingers from your mouth and smearing your saliva across your lips and cheeks. “Can you at least use that dumb baby brain to tell everyone how good you’re getting fucked?”
Incoherent whines are all you manage to get out. Sukuna roars with laughter, enjoying every second of your indignity.
-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗
Okay hear me out; modern day Mahito who is a broke philosophy major in need of extra income. He already gets a lot of attention on social media thanks to his unique style and appearance and eccentric personality, why not capitalize off of it for his betterment? Besides, he already has the perfect little thing to play with – you. Your Onlyfans account isn’t anything out of the ordinary. It mainly consists of immaculately shot footage of Mahito fucking you, the sun somehow shining on the both of you perfectly. He garnered a lot of his subscribers, mostly women, from the abundance of videos of him eating your pussy like it was his last meal.
There was no sight prettier than your Mahito in between your legs, gazing up at you with those heterochromia eyes like you hung the stars in the sky. His lips were glistening with your arousal as they wrapped around your clit, suckling on it as he curled the two fingers inside of you upward.
“Baby!” You cry, tangling your hands into his pale aquamarine locks.
He giggles into your cunt, pulling his fingers out and licking a stripe from your slit to your clit. His tongue finds its way back to your entrance. Mahito fucks you with the muscle before sitting up and hiking your legs up onto his shoulders. The camera now has an idyllic shot of Mahtio’s muscled torso, the black ink of his barbwire tattoos contrasting beautifully against his porcelain skin. He grabs his cock with one hand and taps it against your glistening nub teasingly before guiding himself inside of you.
“Oh fuck, pretty girl. You have the best fucking pussy.”
-ˏˋ𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎 ˊˎ˗
Aoi is a simple man; you’re attractive, he’s attractive, and you both just so happen to be in a sexually active relationship – why not show off? This big boy is whipped™️ with a capital W, so if Onlyfans was your idea he agreed without hesitation. He will give you things before you even ask for them because you’re his baby and he loves you. Speaking of showing off, Aoi has the strength of a thousand suns and it’s no secret that he enjoys flaunting his power. That being said, the selling point of your Onlyfans account is obviously size kink. Aoi can fuck you in positions that are seemingly only possible in professional porn. Your man is an Adonis who can do anything. Nothing is off limits.
Your legs are hooked on the crook of Aoi’s arms as he bounces you up and down his thick member. Your hands grip the nape of his neck desperately. High pitched cries escape your lips with each slam of his cock. All you can do is hold on to your lover and take it. He sets the pace. You’re at mercy to his pleasure.
“Take it, babygirl. That’s it.” He growls.
He’s completely in the zone, staring at you like a frenzied Great White shark that just got a whiff of blood in the ocean. Without unsheathing you from his cock, he effortlessly flips you around and pressed your legs up until your ankles are kissing your ears, effectively folding you in half – all while still standing.
“Ready for the grand finale, baby?”
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.... -ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗
I have lots of mixed feelings on our dear Suguru. If he ever agreed to create an Onlyfans account with you, it would only be after lots and lots of thinking and rationalizing. He would take months to weigh the pros and cons before coming to a decision. You wouldn’t even be regular uploaders, to be honest. Your account is more of an “if we’re horny and feel like recording, then we’ll record” type of account.
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