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you dont see brave writing like this in tv shows anymore
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your gambit fics are so good you write him amazingly 💕 gambit or magneto x reader fluff pls?
Merci, mon ami! <3
For real though, thank you that is such a great compliment!!
I'll definitely write for both requests! Erik x Reader will be in a separate post. But I do plan on writing for him <3
Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x Reader
Prompt: Remy shows the reader how to make his famous creole gumbo and a confession with lots of fluff ensues
tags: sfw, fluff, and Remy just being his lovable ragin' Cajun self.
"Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."
You were busy prepping supper in the kitchen of the mansion, taking over dinner duties that afternoon. Thing was though, that you couldn't quite figure out just what you wanted to make.
You'd pulled out every cookbook Professor Xavier had stored in the kitchen but nothing was quite to your liking.
You flipped through the pages, eyes scanning over every recipe on every page but nothing spoke to you. You really just didn't know what you specifically had the taste for.
You sighed, growing frustrated with your lack of a decision for picking something to eat.
"Geez, this should not be that hard," you scolded yourself. "Screw it. I'm just gonna pop a frozen lasagna in the oven."
You had just opened the freezer and pulled out the frozen food and closed the door when you nearly had a heart attack seeing Gambit standing on the other side.
You nearly dropped the frozen lasagna before Remy grabbed it out of your hands.
Gambit took one look at the monstrocity you were about to make before tossing it back into the cold tundra. He then made a disgusted face.
"Gambit know you ain't about to cook that, petite!"
You folded your arms over your chest raising a brow at him. "You have any better ideas?" You asked, daring him to give you his suggestions.
"As a matter of fact I do, chere. Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."
You watched as he started pulling out different types of ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator.
"Help Gambit out darlin' and grab that big pot out from over there," he pointed to one of the bottom cabinets that held all the cookware.
You huffed before doing just that as he laid out all the ingredients on the counter.
"Gambit gonna show you how to make his famous gumbo."
You had no objections. "Be my guest, monsieur."
He grinned at the use of your French vocabulary.
"It may take a while to cook but this'll have everybody comin' back for seconds," he smirked, grabbing a knife from the cutlery set.
He then motioned for you to stand in front of him, guiding the knife into your hand as he helped you chop some of the ingredients up.
Your back was pressed flush to his chest and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was no secret that the two of you had unspoken feelings towards each other. He always found ways to brush up against you or use some excuse to get close to you. Right now was no exception either.
"Just like that, chere..." Remy trailed off, helping you slice up the food and put it into the pot. He was so close to your ear that you felt his breath tickle the sensitive skin there. It made your heart rate quicken.
"You're doin' a mighty fine job of that," Gambit praised you, causing your cheeks to heat up. He then moved away, letting you catch your breath. He knew exactly how to rile you up. And it always seemed to work.
Soon, he had the pot boiling on the stove. "Now we let it simmer to perfection," he made a little chef's kiss motion, bringing his fingers to his lips. "But in the meantime, Gambit can find other ways to pass the time with you ma petite." He tossed you a playful wink.
His eyes then trailed over your frame, noticing what you were wearing. "Not gonna lie chere, you look delectable in an apron."
You rolled your eyes, not being able to hide your smile at his compliment. He was such a shameless flirt.
He moved closer to you again, wanting to just be near you. He loved your presence. You somehow always had a way of lighting up the room when you were around. He backed you up against the counter, placing his hands on either sides of you.
"You wanna know somethin' ma cherie?" His gaze lowered to yours, face just mere inches from kissing you. You swallowed hard, wondering what he was about to say.
"Gambit has, well, liked you for a while. And ain't referring to like in a friend sort of way. You do somethin to me and I need to show you what that means..."
He cupped a hand to your cheek, leaning in as his stubble brushed against the skin there. His lips melted into yours, causing sparks to fly in a figurative sense. You gasped softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you.
Once you both finally pulled away for air, the pot had started boiling over.
"Merde!" Gambit cursed under his breath, reluctantly breaking away from you to tend to the food.
Once he got that settled, he immediately turned his attention back to you only to find you with your hands on your knees laughing at the whole situation. "What?" He smirked. "We almost let the food burn from makin' out."
"Exactly," you grinned, face flushed red with happiness and humor.
He couldn't help but sweep you off your feet this time as he sat you on the counter. He moved some stray hair from your face before he gazed into your eyes.
"I need to know if you feel the same for Gambit..." his voice was low and husky now and suddenly all seriousness returned back to your features as he trailed his thumb over your bottom lip.
"Do you even need to ask, Remy?"
You grabbed his shirt and crashed your lips into his this time. He kissed you back eagerly, until you both heard the sound of someone clearing their throat awkwardly.
You both turned to look and see Wolverine, Morph, Cyclops, and the rest of the X-Men standing at the entrance to the kitchen.
"Uh, It's dinner time. Or were we interrupting something else?" Cyclops raised a brow.
You both smiled sheepishly.
Remy scratched the back of his neck and smirked, "Dinner's ready," before giving you a wink as if to say we'll finish this later.
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Suguru x Reader x Satoru
Nsfw/ MDNI 18+
⚠️ Warning: AFAB/ female reader, establish relationship (Getou x reader), threesome, double penetration, fellatio/ cunnilingus, anal (m + f), SatoSugu moments (very fruity), Gojo is a whiny bottom
Summary: You finally meet your boyfriend’s best friend. You didn’t see tonight taking such a turn.
Wc: 5.4k
For once Gojo was annoyed with Getou talking. He was bragging about his girlfriend that just moved in with him. Getou had kept his woman a secret for a year, waiting for them to become serious.
Satoru heard the words, "absolutely beautiful, amazing cook, witty, confident, bratty and freaky" to describe you. "Let me meet her then since she's so impressive." A smirk tugs at the white haired man's lips.
Satoru heard the words, "absolutely beautiful, amazing cook, witty, confident, bratty and freaky" to describe you. "Let me meet her then since she's so impressive." A smirk tugs at the white haired man's lips.
The black haired man tensed a little. "Don't think that's a good idea 'Toru. I don't want you soiling my new toy." A bit of venom is laced in Getou's voice.
Gojo chuckles. "Aww. Worried she'll like me more than you Sugu?"
Getou's brows furrow. "Tch. Don't play with me Gojo. She wouldn't be tempted by you."
Said man shrugs. "Remember those nights we competed on who's the best at gratification?" Getou knows where this is going. Those nights were fun, he admits. But he loves you and feels a certain possession over you. He couldn't imagine sharing you. "She can be the score keeper. It'll be like old times." Gojo pats Getou's shoulder.
Getou glares at him and pushes his hand off. "I'll think about it."
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In the kitchen you prepare handmade lasagna and garlic bread. Apparently you'll be having company, according to Getou; an old friend of his. At first you were confused as to why he kept this close friend a secret. But you find out why when you meet him.
As you're taking your lasagna out of the oven, the doorbell rings. "I got it babe!," Suguru calls out before approaching the door. Prior to letting Gojo in, he gives him a stern, "No funny shit Satoru." The man grins and holds hands up defensively. He walks in and their shoulders brush together.
You come into the living room, removing your oven mits. Upon seeing the stranger in the living room your movements cease. He's just a bit taller than your boyfriend, slender, snowy white hair framing his pretty but masculine face. For some reason he had on circular dark shades, but you catch a glimpse of his glimmery soft blue eyes as he approaches you. His smile is breathtaking. This man looked as godly as Getou.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Gojo. Satoru Gojo." He takes your hand in his and brings your knuckles to his lips. They're so soft!, you scream in your head. "You can call me Satoru. But I'd prefer you to scream it instead." He sends you a wink and your face heats up abnormally.
An arm around your waist brings you out of your trance, finally freeing your hand from Gojo's grasp. "Enough Satoru." The jealousy isn't hard to miss. It's in Getou's demeanor; the way his grip around your waist tightens, his glare towards the smiling man. Possessiveness.
"Um I'm y/n. Nice to meet you Gojo." You flash him a smile and god he can feel his knees buckle. Getou wasn't wrong. You were breathtaking to the white haired man. He tries not to let his gaze linger too long but that was proving difficult. "I've made dinner. How bout we eat?"
You walk to the kitchen first, leaving the boys behind as you finish setting things up. Getou grabs Gojo's arm before he can follow you. "Don't make her uncomfortable."
Gojo just smirks. "Wouldn't dream of it Sugu. You have great taste. Where'd you meet her?"
Getou laughs a bit thinking back on it. You both bumped into each other, spilling your drinks on each other. Both of you were seething and cussing at each other, causing a scene. The next day he sees you again and you buy him a muffin as an apology. "I'm not usually so quick to anger but yesterday was just one inconvenience after the other." He was still kind of ticked off about the situation and decided to take it out on your pussy in the bathroom. "Let's just say we went from enemies to lovers real quick."
The two men walk into the kitchen to get to the dining room. Dinner is all set up and you were sitting at the table. "I hope you like it Gojo. It's Suguru's favorite." Suguru kisses your cheek before sitting next to you.
Gojo is quick to dig in, eager to know if you really were a great cook like Getou claims. He groans a bit savoring all the delicious flavors. Getou watches him with a smirk. "This is damn good y/n! I might need a plate to go."
You laugh a little. "I'm so glad you like it."
"So y/n," he shoves more food in his mouth. "What do you do for work?"
"I'm a secretary to Mr. Nanami Kento for Nanami Tech Co." Gojo damn near chokes on his food. Actually he does. His fist hits his sternum as he sputters. "Oh goodness, are you okay Gojo?"
The man breaks out in a laugh. "I know Nanamin personally. 'm surprised he never bent you over his desk."
Getou's brows furrow and he gives the man yet another glare. "You can't say shit like that Satoru."
Your face flushes a bit. It had happened twice with the gloomy man but it was a couple years ago. "'s okay Sugu. He's just speaking his mind. No harm, no foul."
Gojo has a habit of wanting to get under people's skin. The rest of dinner was pretty quiet with small talk here and there.
When you tell them you're going to clean up the dishes, Satoru and Suguru volunteer. "You worked hard on dinner baby. Go rest. I'll get you some wine." He presses a kiss on your forehead and you smile, obliging. He turns to Satoru. "We need to talk."
"Okay I'll admit you're right. She's a total babe. And she can throw down in the kitchen. How much do I have to pay for just a taste?"
Getou scoffs and picks up a dirty plate. "I'm not her pimp, asshole. You'll have to ask her yourself." He snatches Gojo by the back of the collar of his shirt before he can run over to you. "After the dishes."
Gojo lets out a whine, like a kid who just got told he can't have ice cream for dinner. They clean up the dishes; Getou washing and Gojo drying.
Before Getou goes into the living room he pours you a glass of your favorite red wine. Gojo, the egocentric giant, decides to sit close to you on the couch, his knee touching yours. "Thank you for helping clean up Gojo."
He waves you off with a dopey grin. "It's my thanks and payment for the very delicious dinner."
Getou hands you your wine glass and you mumble a loving, "Thanks baby." You smile warmly at Gojo. "You're too sweet Gojo." Your voice is alluring to him. He wants to know how it sounds for you to say his first name. To hear you whine it and drag it out as he pounds into you balls deep.
Meanwhile the dark haired man was still feeling possessive, watching Gojo sit so close to you while he sat in a chair near you.
"So y/n how long have you and Sugu been together?"
You sip your wine and hum in thought. "A little over a year now. He's a total sweetheart." Despite your first and second initial contact with him, Getou has always been soft towards you. It's a habit he can't seem to break.
"A year?," Gojo ponders. "And he's never mentioned me once? So mean of you Sugu. We're literally besties." Gojo puts on a pouty face while Getou shakes his head. Get to the point Toru, he says in his head.
You frown a bit. "I thought it was weird too that I had never heard about you until now."
The white haired man chuckles. "Think I know why. As besties, me and Sugu share everything. Food, interests, ideals, good looks, you name it. In the past we've also shared women."
Your eyes widen as the gears turn in your head. "I- Getou is this true?" You turn to the man who looks nonchalant. He loves you a lot but he also has a deep love for Gojo. Letting the man practically get anything he wants and even helping him, if need be.
"Hear him out baby. The experience will be toe curling." He sends you a wink.
You snap your attention back to Gojo who's now standing in front of you, towering over you with all 6 foot 3 inches of him. "What do you say? Will you be a good girl and let us share you for the night?" His thumb traces over your plush lips leaving you sort of in a trance.
Getou stands next to him. "What's your answer sweetheart?" You were stuck. On one side you weren't sure if this was some fidelity test where if you answer yes Getou will call you a slut and kick you out. But the other side can't help but be swayed by the idea of these absolute Adonis's of men dominating you.
"Getou is this okay?" You meet his gaze and it was soft as always.
A smile forms on his lips. "Whatever my princess wants, she will get. If you want this you can have it y/n."
Your gaze shifts back to Gojo who is smirking. "I wonder if you taste as good as your cooking."
Getou leans down and presses kisses on your lips. "Take that skirt off baby. Show us how pretty your pussy is." His lips brush over yours.
Your hands are moving before you even register what you're doing, tugging your skirt off until it's on the floor. Satoru's fingers graze over the skin of your bare thighs. They're a little cold so you shiver. His face is mere inches away. "May I?" His cerulean eyes flicker to your lips that are begging for attention. You nod and pull him down by his shirt to fit your lips to his.
His knee rests in between your thighs as he kneels on the couch to get closer. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip and you let him in.
Getou didn't think watching his woman make out with his best friend would turn him on. But it did. He watches you grind your covered cunt on Gojo's thigh as your fingers tangle in his locks. Gojo swallows your whimpers and grabs one of your breasts, fondling it through your shirt. He tugs at your shirt. "Take this off for me."
Tugging the clothing over your head, you toss it on the floor with your skirt. His hands are quick and have your bra off before you know it. "Look at those pretty tits," he says as he cups them in his big hands. You moan softly against his lips as he pinches the hardened nubs.
As he kisses you he gets on his knees on the floor. His fingers loop into the waistband of your thong, slowly sliding them off your soft thighs. A string of slick connects your underwear and your soaked core. Getou feels himself harden from the sight. So wet for his best friend.
Gojo pulls away and finally notices how fucking soaked you are. "Mind if I have a taste?" Your response is you putting your legs on his shoulder, exposing yourself to him. He catches a glimpse of a gold anklet dangling next to his ear. The chain had several diamonds hanging from it. The initials SG catches his eye which causes him to smirk. "Me and Sugu have the same initials. That means you belong to both of us."
His head lowers between your thighs. "I don't think that's-" Your breath gets caught in your throat when feeling him lick a strip up your pussy. You shudder from the warmth of his tongue. His eyes roll back into his head as he hungrily dives his tongue between your folds before wrapping his pretty lips around your clit. The taste and smell of your arousal is addictive. He doesn't even care when your fingers pull his hair and your moans get louder. You're close; he can tell but he doesn't want to stop. "G- Gojo! Fuck!" You clench around nothing while orgasming. Gojo continues to suck and lick your clit while you cry out from the overstimulation.
Getou approaches you two, laying a hand on Gojo's shoulder. "Give her a rest. Let me take over." Hesitantly Gojo gets up, licking his lips of your juices.
Getou then gets on his knees in front of you, grasping the back of your thighs. "How you feeling sweetheart?"
You weakly smile at him. "Good baby. Just sensitive."
"Let daddy have a taste, yeah?" You nod and release his hair from it's bun style, his long hair cascading down his shoulders. You like to hold his hair while he eats you out. He smiles before focusing on your soaking slit.
He starts with your hardened clit, rolling it on his tongue. Your back arches from the feeling of cold metal from his black tongue piercing. His eyes are closed as he savors your taste. "S- Sugu...," you whine out, digging your heels into his shoulder blades. He pulls away and slides two fingers into you with no resistance from your pussy.
"So warm baby," he coos as he starts with slow drawn out thrusts to stretch you out. He watches your slick ooze out of you. His dick strains against the confines of his jeans, painfully hard. But tonight is all about pleasuring and worshipping you.
When his fingers thrust faster you're whining his name. He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. You tug at his silky dark locks. "Fu- ck. Sugu don't- don't stop." You're in ecstasy. His tongue goes back to teasing your clit and all your words get caught in your throat.
Getou can tell you're close by how much you're squirming and pulling at his hair. "Satoru held her down. Watch my fingers."
The now naked man comes over to sit next to you, pushing your hips down firmly. When the hell did he get naked? You were too busy focusing on Getou's skillful tongue while Gojo removed all his clothes, stroking himself as he watched. "Baby," your eyes are back on Getou. "He's our guest. Touch him a bit while he holds you."
Finally you eye Gojo's hard length. Just like him, it's pretty. The tip is flushed a bright pink with pre oozing from it. You cry out when Getou's fingers hit your spot really hard. That's his only warning to do what he asks of you. After that he's going to be mean. Your hand wraps around Gojo's pretty cock, smearing the pre over his length.
While you pump his cock you look him in his captivating eyes. Getou's fingers get faster, causing you both to look down. Your moans get louder. "W- wait baby," you moan and whimper. " 'm gonna make a m- mess. St- stop." Pleading with him even though you know damn well you don't want him to stop.
Getou's chuckle gives you goosebumps. "I'll buy you a new couch baby. Just let it out. Make a fuckin mess for me." The squelching sound of your pussy gets louder and so does your cries of pleasure.
Gojo is trying to watch Getou's fingers disappear inside you while fucking your fist. "Oh god Sugu! Fuckfuckfuck!," you yell out, clear liquid shooting out of you while your thighs tremble near Getou's ears.
"That's it baby. Such a good fucking girl for me." He says helping you ride out your orgasm with his fingers before pecking your clit and getting up. "Need you to do something for us pretty girl." He removes his pants and boxers while Gojo stands up. Getou groans when he finally frees his throbbing cock. It's a tan color with a flushed red tip. He has more girth than length which is saying something. He's practically leaking precum. "On your knees y/n. You know what to do."
Gojo tosses a couch pillow on the floor for you. "Don't want to bruise the pretty princess," he says in a mocking tone.
"That's right Satoru. Have to treat her nicely." Getou pumps his length a couple times before tapping the tip on your lips. Satoru is not that far behind him.
Your tongue swirls around Getou's swollen red tip, tasting the pre leaking out of it. Gojo stands next to him. "What about me?," he says with a pout.
Spitting into your hand, you stroke Getou while wrapping your lips around Gojo, bobbing your head already. "How're you so good at this?" Satoru moans softly, tilting his head back a bit, his pretty eyes fluttering shut.
Then you switch, your small hand wrapped around Gojo and your lips on your boyfriend, taking him as far down your throat as you can. Alternating between the two of them, an idea pops in your head.
"Want to try something. Can you guys move closer?" They exchange looks then each take a small step closer to each other. "Closer guys." One more measly step. "Oh my god. Stand right next to each other." Getou is hesitant but Gojo doesn't know what personal space is and stands right next to him.
What you do next surprises both the boys. You grab both of their throbbing members, putting them together and putting both their tips in your mouth while stroking their shafts. "Your girl is such a slut for us Sugu. Taking us both in her mouth like this." Gojo grins widely and threads his fingers through your hair. Your pussy clenches around nothing upon hearing the degrading nickname.
You lick and tease their tips, then alternate between each one, trying to get them down your throat as much as you can.
Getou feels Gojo's lips on his neck, leaving wet kisses and small bites. "Toru keep it up and I'm going to pound your ass again."
Satoru chuckles a bit against his skin. "What makes you think I don't want that?"
Suguru quirks a brow at him. Then he grips Satoru's jaw, squishing his cheeks. His lips meet Satoru's and Satoru melts into the kiss. He loves being this close to his best friend. One slightly tipsy slip up is all it took to get closer. When he pulls away, Getou tugs his his lip with his teeth. Grabbing a fistful of Satoru's silk hair and tilting his back he says, "You're still such a little whore Toru."
Satoru smiles, loving the name, "Only for you... daddy."
Suguru rolls his eyes and releases the male. But he can't help the small smile that tugs at his lips.
You were trying to focus on giving the men pleasure but what unfolded in front of you had your cunt throbbing. "Suguru please. Want to be filled," you beg the man squeezing his tip while pre dribbles out.
He caresses your cheek sweetly. "You heard her Satoru. She wants to be filled."
Suddenly you get picked up by Gojo, a little amazed that this scrawny guy can pick you up with ease. You're back on the couch again, same position, sitting while your legs are spread by hands bigger than your face. "I'll try to be gentle but no promises. Tell me if I'm going too rough." You nod before leaning up to kiss him.
Damn if Getou wasn't your boyfriend you'd be trying your luck with Gojo. His tip rubs sloppily through your folds and you whine at the feeling of finally being stimulated. He swallows your whines with his lips but pulls away to line himself up.
With anticipation, you watch him sink into you inch by inch, standing at the edge of the couch and gripping the top of it. He bites his lip as you clench around him already. "So big Toru." God he loves how whiney you sound.
" 'm gonna move." You nod and clutch his bicep as he starts off slow and deep. "Godamn princess this shit is wet." One of his hands grip the back of your thigh, holding it still. His thrusts pick up speed, hitting you deeply over and over.
Your nails dig into his arm. "Oh god! Fuck that feels gooooood~" Skin slapping and your whimpers feel the room. Getou is in your shared bedroom, looking for something.
"Ah ah ah Satoru- fuck!" You can't help but scream out as he shoves his cock deep in you and pulls out all the way to the tip before repeating his actions.
With the angle he's hitting, your legs are already trembling. "Feels good yeah?" Instead of trying to speak and potentially embarrass yourself, you just nod. "No wonder Getou took you for himself." His thrusts are getting harder, showing your pussy no mercy. The cushion under his fingers is being crushed while he drills into you. He feels so drunk off the high he's giving you.
Getou has made his way back into the room. "Make her cum Satoru. I have an idea." His friend's voice doesn't still his strokes. Gojo hits a different angle that has you creaming and crying.
His thumb caresses your clit, the pressure in your tummy building higher and higher. "C- cumming Satoruuuu," you whine out.
"Go 'head, let go princess." Your moans get louder and your legs shake from pleasure. You squirt once again while cumming, wetting Gojo's abs. He slows down, letting you ride out your high. "Good girl. That's it." He wipes your tears that you unconsciously let out.
Reluctantly, he pulls out of your heat. "How would you like to be double stuffed baby?," Getou asks with a smirk while he approaches you.
You giggle. "Might as well call me an oreo." He knew you'd be into it, his little freak. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.
"Where do you want Toru? In your ass or pussy?" Satoru already misses the way you suck him in.
You shrug. "You pick baby." The devious smirk that creeps onto his face does not go missed by you.
"Well I want to take your anal virginity. How does that sound?"
It surprises him when you laugh. "Sugu babe you're the only one with their anal virginity here."
His eyes widen. "When and with who?"
You shake your head and smile. "I'll tell you later. Right now I just want to be stuffed again Sugu." You peck his lips which turns into a makeout session. Satoru now feels left out and painfully hard from not being able to cum for the past half hour.
"Come on guyssss. I'm getting blue balls over here," Satoru whines as Suguru is busy sucking your tongue and rubbing his length against your soaked pussy. Getou sets you down.
"Pick her up Satoru. I'll be right behind her." The white haired male's smile is contagious. He picks you up once again, peppering your face in kisses. Getou is squeezing lube onto his fingers while you and Satoru make out hot and heavy. He couldn't wait to sink back into your warm cunt. You feel Suguru's fingers on your hole and you whimper against Satoru's lips. The lube is cold in contrast to your warm body and Suguru's digits. "I'm going to start putting them in baby."
You nod and whine loudly when one finger slides into you. He works you open a bit before sliding another one in. By now you've pulled away from Gojo's lips, gripping his shoulders, trying the get used to this feeling once again. It's not as foreign as the first time but it's weird after not doing it for a while.
"Satoru you have to wait," Getou scolds him. The taller man is lining himself up to your entrance, his erection causing him so much pain at this point. "Wait until I'm inside. Y/n go head and touch him. He's trying to be patient but is being a brat." You can feel Getou's chuckle on your back, vibrating through you. You reach a hand down, between you and Satoru, grasping Gojo's length. It was making a mess of precum and felt so warm to the touch.
While you pump him slowly, edging him just right, Suguru's fingers work faster inside your tight hole. Both you and Satoru are moaning messes, wanting your orgasms badly. The feeling of Getou's fingers retreat. He squeezes lube on his length and strokes himself, making sure to cover himself enough. "Ready beautiful?"
You turn to him slightly. "Pleaseeee. I want to cum again." He sends you a devilish smile before plunging his tip into your hole. You gasped and squeezed Satoru's dick a little hard which makes him grit his teeth.
"Satoru start out slow. Please?" Getou makes eye contact with with said man who nods. "Good boy."
Satoru's stomach flutters as he pushes back into your sopping core. Getou's praise is everything to the man, even if he doesn't want to admit it.
As you feel both of them bottom out, you shiver. You're completely filled to the brim. Getou starts by pulling out slowly, his breath catching in his throat because of how tight you feel. When he slides back in Gojo is pulling out. They keep up this pattern and soon start going faster.
Satoru keeps his chin resting on your shoulder every now and then when you clench around him, he bites your shoulder. Not hard but enough to make a mark. This causes you to cry out and whimper. Suguru's groans in your other ear makes this experience even hotter. He leaves wet open mouth kisses on your back and neck.
"Sugu please let me cum. I- I can't hold it." His response is a sharp slap on your ass.
Satoru kisses up your neck and pecks your lips with a little smile. "He wants us to cum together princess. Just hold it as best as you can please?" You nod and moan loudly when feeling Getou's strokes get harder.
They both fill you up rougher and harder. All you can do is cry and moan from the feeling. The denial of your orgasm was starting to feel harder to control. "Please please please let me cummmm." You're begging at this point, almost crying.
Getou doesn't answer and keeps drilling into you. "Fuck you're so tight. Gonna c- cum." The noises you all make get louder. Your pleading and moans, Satoru's little whines and moans and Getou's grunts and groans.
The rope is snapping. You can't hold it anymore. Your whole body seizes as you start cumming for the fourth time tonight. "Ohgodohgod. Fuck!" Your nails dig deeply into Satoru's shoulders. That's what it took for him to cum finally. Getou was right behind the two of you, filling your tight hole with his hot cum.
The sound of your panting is all that comes from you guys. Your body is worn out and you feel gross with both men's loads seeping out of you. "Bath please baby."
Getou takes you from Gojo, holding you bridal style before heading to the master bathroom to run you a bath.
Unfortunately for Satoru he was still painfully hard. And there was no way in hell he was going to use his hand. He'll simply wait for Getou to come back and present him with a new competition. One he knows he'll be able to win.
Getou gives you a forehead kiss in the bath. You smile weakly. "Thank you baby. That was an amazing experience."
"Of course lovely. Enjoy your bath while I kick Toru out." You hum in response as you lean back, enjoying the warmth of the water.
Getou threw on a pair of boxers and shorts before heading to the living room. He finds his best friend lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, still very much erect as pre oozes out of him. Getou shakes his head. "You're never satisfied huh?"
Without looking up from his phone he responds. "You know me so well bestie."
Suguru sits next to him and sighs. "What do ya want brat?"
Now he sets his phone down. "I have a little game we can play." Suguru rolls his eyes. He knows how this is going to go.
"And what's this game Toru?" He watches Gojo get on his knees in front of him.
"It's called 'let's see who can outlast the other'. Whoever cums first loses." Getou snorts and attempts to get up but Gojo shoves him back down. "Please?"
"Gojo go find someone else. I don't feel okay fucking you while I'm in a relationship. We had our fun now go home."
A pout forms on Gojo's face. "No one does it better than you. Please?"
Suguru rolls his eyes. "I'm not even hard anymore."
"I can fix that." Gojo pipes up. He mashes his lips to Getou's lips, straddling his lap. This kiss was needier than the other one. More teeth and tongue clashing.
The bath is relaxing and you feel so calm until... you hear weird noises from the living room. Your brows furrow from your peace being disturbed.
So you sigh and reluctantly get out of the warm bath, wrapping a fluffy white towel around your body. Slowly you make your way to the living room on wobbly legs. The hardwood floor is cold under your toes. The noise is getting louder. Like a slapping sound and loud gurgling.
Peeking around the corner of the hallway you gape at the sight. Gojo is on the couch on his knees, his chest pressed up against the back of it. His face is flushed, tears in his eyes and he's drooling around Getou's fingers. "I said to be quiet Toru. We don't want y/n to hear."
Suguru's thick member disappears into Satoru's tight hole. His thrusts are always so slow and deep and Satoru loves it. He can't help but moan loudly every time Getou pushes back in. Getou's other hand starts pumping Gojo, squeezing out more precum. "N- not... fair Suguru," Gojo whines.
The black haired male takes his fingers out of Gojo's mouth. "Shut up." He grabs Gojo's hair and presses his face into the back of the couch. "You get double the pleasure for being a greedy brat. Seems fair to me."
"Ah! Sugu it's s- so good! You're so good," Gojo babbles, drool seeping from his mouth. It was safe to say Getou is fucking him stupid. Getou's teeth latch onto Gojo's shoulder as he continues to drill into him. And Gojo happily took it all.
Tears of pure pleasure slip down his cheeks as he continues to moan. Getou is chasing his own bliss, forgetting the competition, as he's ramming deep into Gojo and pumping him faster, his hand covered in Gojo's sticky pre. The dark haired male isn't sure how much longer he can last.
"Dammit Gojo just cum already," he growls at Satoru who just whines in response. He stops pumping Satoru and grabs his shoulders, hitting his prostate even harder.
Satoru struggles to breath with all stimulation. His eyes roll back into his head and his moans are even whinier and high pitched.
"Fuck!," Getou grunts before cumming in Satoru, fucking it deep into him.
"L- looks like I wo-" A loud moan cuts off his sentence. Suguru pumps his cock hard and fast, causing Satoru to paint his own abs and the couch in a liquid white. Satoru slumps forward, completely spent.
You clear your throat and both of them snap their heads to look at you, still wrapped in your towel. "Toru you can sleep in the guest room after you shower. Sugu you're on cleaning duty tomorrow."
Suguru is relieved you're not mad at him for indulging in his best friend's stupid game.
"Yes ma'am," they both reply sheepishly.
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Lockdown
Pt 1 , Pt 2
Summary: After the Department of Temporal Phenomena had released tapes instructing everybody to go into isolation in 1992. You sit alone at home sitting in loneliness and misery. But the unknown threat roams suspiciously close to you.
Paring: Alt!Gabriel x you
Warnings: paranoia, depression, isolation, religious themes, break-in, descriptions of injuries, use of Y/N, etc
WC: 3K
─── ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚───
The tv plays with bright colors that can burn anybody's eyes. Figures of people in swimsuits with piña colada's and margaritas in their hands walked around. Sounds of annoying voices yelling at something pointless was the only thing filling up the silence in the house. I sit on my sofa with the remote in my hand, watching whatever came on the tv. This time it was some reality tv from other states.
Ever since the outbreak, Mandela county has gone on lockdown. The government released these tapes of alternates. Phenomenal creatures that come into peoples homes and use their mind against them. My dad always said it was the devils work. There's been cases about it in the news of people going missing and alternate reports. It's hard to sleep without a night light on. I can only imagine the police department being flooded with calls. There isn't much to do about the alternates since nobody knows how to get rid of them. The most recent tape the government handed out was the M.A.D tape. If you're M.A.D then you're too late.
It been lonely being in isolation, I had to pick up my high school dipolma through the parking lot's roundabout. I still have the yearbooks, prom pictures, folders of graded worksheets, and Polaroid pictures of what friends I had. It wasn't easy making friends in high school when your the priest's daughter. With everyone's mothers going to the church your dad owns to go on their knees and pray for God. Now I'm by myself. Sitting at home, watching girls fight over the guy in a tropical paradise.
Everyday is the same. Nothing ever changes. I feel like I'm sitting here waiting for my turn to die next. That scares me so much. Things never change on the outside, but I have changed internally. I am so lonely. I haven't talked to another person in months. Let alone been outside. Grocery shopping trips don't count. Sometimes I think I'm mute with how quiet I am. There's nobody there to talk to. I don't have my friends anymore. Everyday I wake up and stay in bed for seven hours. My teeth are becoming yellow cause I can't find the strength to take care of myself anymore. Every night, I stay up for hours tossing and turning. Every little thing makes me upset. If I drop a spoon and it gets dirty I break down in tears. I don't feel like myself anymore.
On the clock, It was ten thirty. Maybe I should eat. I did skip lunch. I didn't have the motivation to get up and make something. The fridge was too far away. It takes too much energy to make any food. Though I'll starve. I guess I'll have to get up. That's going to take awhile to do, it's so hard to move my body when I have no motivation to get up. come on come on come on.
I slowly get up from the couch, my legs feel like they can't hold my body up. Walking to the kitchen, I don't know what to make. A Tv dinner will do. I grabbed a Tv dinner with lasagna. I pull down the foil halfway, then put it inside the microwave. I get this uncomfortable feeling, but I don't know where it's coming from. I look around to find nothing. It feels like something is staring at me. I shrug it off and put the tv dinner inside the microwave. Hearing beeping coming from it. I'm getting kinda nervous now. It feels like something is off. I stared at the microwave hoping it would heat up faster. Waiting for it makes time feel slower.
There's tapping outside the window. It felt like it was all around me. I looked around, checking the windows. Nothing was there. I didn't see anything tapping. It could be a tree branch. Living next to the woods makes it hard to see things at night. Since there's no street lights it's pitch black. I go back to the microwave.. but the tapping got louder. It was coming from in front of me. The microwave beeped. I quickly pulled out my food and grabbed a fork out of the drawer. Fast walking out of the kitchen and back to the living room.
The relief soon flooding me, what was all that about? It would be stupid if I tried to investagate it. I don't want to get killed. I slowly ate my food listening to the pitchy voices coming from the screen. The guy didn't even look cute... he kind of looks like a monkey. Wiping the red sauce away from the corner of my mouth with my thumb. I didn't really have much of an appetite. Watching the waterfall come down into a lake as the girls danced around in their bikini's hoping to catch the attention of the guy. One of them went to go talk to him in private which made the others mad. One of them went crazy over it. Seeing all this water makes me need to pee.
I encourage myself to get up again, slowly lifting my limbs off of the couch. Walking down the dim lit hall, I feel better if all the lights are on but it's too much effort to go find the light switch. I open the door to the bathroom.
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The light floods the hallway when I open the door. Closing it with a click. As I'm walking away, a window near the bathroom is open. That's werid.. I could've sworn I've closed all of them. I pull the window down, clicking the lock at the top. what if something happened? Something could have come through that window. Am I in danger? Maybe I'm being too paranoid, everything is okay. It's my house.
I walked back to my living room, plopping down on my couch. This is getting boring, I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. hmm, horror? The last thing I need is to have my paranoia questioning everything. No. Action? Every super hero movie is all the same. No. Bible prayer session? ummm No. I already did that today. Oh! Sunday night's comedy! I could use a good laugh right now.
The Tv showed a guy with a microphone making jokes to an audience. I even pitched in a few laughs. He was creative. A few different comedians came out after every commercial break. I liked the lady who complained about her husband. Her sarcasm was funny.
Huh? That's weird. The TV is flickering with a bunch of static coming from it. Maybe it's the wifi router? I got up to check behind the tv. Restarting it a couple of times, the static wasn't going away. If it's not the connection it must be the power. I need to check the circuit breaker. I grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen drawers, going to the basment door in the hallway. The basement is always scary. It is silent and dark down there.
I take a deep breath feeling fresh air come through me. I got this, it's just a quick trip. I open the door to be greated with pitch black. I don't want to do this... The flashlight clicks as it turns on. Every step I go down creaks. I'm afraid it might break from under me. Where is the circuit breaker? Oh, it's in front of me. I look at the switches and buttons. Maybe it will reset itself if I turn it off and back on again. I click the switch turning it off, then sliding it to the other side to turn it back on again. I hope that worked. Now to go back upstairs.
The basement door slammed close. Heavy muffled footsteps echoed through the basement. There's somebody in my house. I stiffened. What do I do? My anxiety pumped through my veins, adrenaline went through my bones. Sweat made my hair stick to my forehead. I need to call the police and hide. I sneaked back upstairs. I don't know where the threat is.
I ran towards the hall closet, nimble enough to make little to no noise. I don't feel safe anymore. If I get up to my room and lock myself in there I should be safe, right? There's a phone by my bedside. The footsteps get louder, they come closer. I put a hand over my mouth to control my breathing. Please leave me alone.
A alternate, pitch black with a deformed human body walks slowly up to the closet door. It looks around. Don't open the door. Please don't open the door. It stays there for a minute, till it slowly walks away and into the kitchen. I quitely keep my steps light, with a flashlight sturdy in my hands. If I need to attack I will, but I'm afraid of getting close to it. I reach the top of the stairs. I'm almost there, my door is at the end of the hallway.
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Oh no. Turning my head over my shoulder. The thing was staring right at me. Without thinking, I ran. The air in my lungs became tight and light. The creature ran after me with inhuman speeds. It's stomps were enough to shake the whole house. My heart pumps out of my chest. My legs burn. I go into my room and slam the door in it's face. Locking the door immediately. It bangs and screams at the door. oh my god oh my god what did the government broadcast say? T.H.I.N.K.? I can't remember the principals!
I grab the ends of my dresser and push it in front of the door, grabbing whatever I could find and put it in front of my door. I yanked the phone off of the reciever and dialed 911.
"Hello? emergency services, how may we help you?"
"There's somebody in my house, it doesn't look human. Please help me. My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I live on Osprey street."
"I'm sorry, we do not get invovled with alternate cases. Please be safe and make it out alive." The emergency responder hung up the phone. What am I supposed to do now?! I put the phone back down on the receiver. Then it started speaking to me through the door. It speaks of all my trauma, all my failures and embarassing moments that I didn't want to remember. I covered my ears and hid in my closet. It's watching me through the door.
"Come to Your refuge with joy for You shelter me against the attack of the devil. Protect me, O Lord, from the craftiness of the enemy, and save me from his evil plots. Cover me with Your presence when I feel weak so that he will flee from my presence. Amen." I feel myself whispered under my breath, clasping my hands togethers. Shutting my eyes. I let out my intentions into each and every word.
"Protect me, O'Lord. Protect me, O' Lord. Protect me, O'Lord. Protect me O'Lord!"
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The sun shined through the built in blinds on my closet door. How long has it been? The early morning? Ugh... That alternate still might be at my door. I haven't shut my eyes all night. There's muffled whispers of deceiption. I need to get out of here.
I open the door, my rooms scattered with mess. It looks like a natural disater happened in here. There are murmurs of manipulation getting louder. I'll be okay if I jump out the window. Then I need to run like hell. It's quick so I need to be quiet. I tip toe to my window sill. I gently open it and hang my legs out of it. Taking a deep breath, I jump.
The bushes crushed my fall, but my feet weren't placed right. I think I sprained my ankle. It hurts so much. It hurts with every movement. I need to get out of here. I need to go to the police. That's the only safe place I think off. I get up slowly. Sprinting down the side walk, my ankle hurts with every step. My hair flows behind me, my lungs gasp for air. There's tension in every bone in my body. I run, I run, I run. No matter how tired I get. I can't stop running. Please, please. I need to get there. I don't want to die.
There's people looking at me weridly from their cars, people walking down the sidewalks look at me fearful. I'm almost there. In the distance, I see the sign, Mandela County police deparment. I feel my body giving up on me. Air has become suffocating. I can't stop now I've come too far. I can't go back to my house. Everything is watching me. I run, I run, I run. Police officers eye me down in front of the building. I stop in front of the place. My legs give out from under me, it burns when I breath. My ribs cramp up and I feel it coming back up through my throat. I swallow the vomit back down.
A few officers come to my side, pressing their palms on my shoulders. Asking me questions I can't make out. The world has become blurry. The two police officers help me up and inside the building. I don't know where their taking me. It's too hard to see. I'm sitting on something soft. I blink a couple of times to focus my vision. Getting used to the light in the room.
"Hello? Miss? Can you hear me?"
"Ruth, she has a sprained ankle."
The officer looked at my ankle, moving it from side to side. It hurt so much. I wasn't even focused on the pain until now. He gently holds it. I wince with every touch. I can tell he's looking up at me worriedly.
"Wha.. what?" They loooked at me surprised but relieved. The other officer, Ruth I think. Left to go behind the desk, pulling out a first aid kit. She threw it to the other officer. He caught it and started working on my leg.
"Are you okay?" Ruth asks coming back with a notepad and pencil. Her eyes showed so much. It was comforting. The gentleness of everything felt safe. Like I was no longer being watched.
"Barely.." I mumbled, my throat hoarse from running for my life back there. My lips felt so chapped, licking them might make them worse but it's a natural instinct.
"What happened?" The other officer tending to my ankle asked.
"I called earlier, something broke into my house. I barricaded myself in my room and hid in my closet till morning. I thought it would go away but it didn't. So I jumped out of my window and ran all the way here." I explained. They turned pale and tensed up. Ruth reached for her gun.
"Ruth no." The other officer reached up and grabbed her arm.
"Thatcher, she could be one. She needs to be stablized." Ruth said sternly pointing her gun at me. I tensed up and gasped. Sweat went down the side of my face.
"She's not. Her injuries are heavy, if she was an alternate she would be able to heal them. She came here looking like hell." Thatcher tried to convince her. Oh, so that is his name.
"She could be faking all of that if she was an alternate, for all we know she's already dead and an alternate could be using her body." Ruth said, her trigger getting steady. Thatcher put his hand up saying "wait." He holds his hand up to me slowly, I move back afraid at what he's going to do next. His hand gets closer to me, I shut eyes looking away. My heart beats out of my chest. His fingers touch my pulse.
"she has a heartbeat, alternates don't have heartbeats." Thatcher confirms. I open one eye looking around. Ruth lowers her gun. I open both my eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the room again.
"So everything you said is true?" Ruth asks gently. I nod slowly. I'm scared to say anything.
"Start from the beginning." Ruth ordered, pulling out her notepad and pencil again. Writting what I said before. Oh dear God protect me.
"I was at home making food, but something was tapping on my window. It was coming from in front of me. I thought it was a tree branch and I was freaking myself out. I spent some time eating and hanging around. Till I had to go to the bathroom. When I came out of there, the window was wide open. It was closed before I went to the bathroom. Then the tv was getting all staticky, it wasn't from the wifi router so I checked the circuit breaker in the basement. But when I reset the breaker, somebody slammed the basement door shut. I heard footsteps walking around my house. The nearest and safest phone was in my room, I sneaked back upstairs but it chased after me. I barricaded myself in my room and called the police but nobody came." I explained more of the story, stuttering and shaking. Flashbacks appeared in my mind, every fearful moment.
"And that's when you waited for it to leave but when it wouldn't you jumped out of your window and ran all the way here." Thatcher completed the story. I nodded profusely.
"You ran all the way here with a sprained ankle?" Ruth asked, I nodded again confirming that.
"I couldn't feel the pain cause of my adrenaline." I added on. Though it's splinted and wrapped up, it stll hurts like hell.
"You should stay here for awhile, to make sure the alternate in your house has left." Thatcher said getting up of the ground helping my leg up onto the couch. It felt better now that it was laying at an angle. He opened the mini fridge in the office and pulled out an ice pack, he gently put it on my ankle. I winced a bit at the sudden change in tempature.
"In the evening, officer Thatcher and I will escourt you to your house, We'll do a clean out search. You'll get home safely." Ruth said reassuringly, putting her hand on her hip with a smile.
"Thank you so much." I grinned at her, I can finally relax. I assume this is a shared office since there's two desks. They returned to their spots. I laid my head on the couch looking up the ceiling. It's okay now, you're safe. I tell myself, I can get some sleep in. It's all going to be okay. My eyes flutter shut.
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"Hey, (Y/n) it's time to wake up." The nudging on my shoulder got more apparent. I slowly open my eyes, feeling groggily. I rub the sleep from my eyes. Oh, It's officer Thatcher. I sit up slowly.
"How long was I out for?" I asked. I look back down at my ankle. It looks kind of better. Less swollen, still hurts though.
"For about seven hours, you needed it though. Ruth and I are going to take you back home and check your house." Thatcher informed. I leaned over and took the icepack off. He held out his hand and I took it. Slowly getting up. I winced, the weight on my ankle was too much. I held my leg up like a hurt dog would hold up it's paw.
"Ready to go?" Ruth asked in the doorway holding her stuff. I nodded smiling softly. I don't want to go back home, but I can't stay at the police station forever. I dread going back. I don't think I feel safe there anymore. I limp to the car with Ruth helping me, she holds me up by my waist. I must be living every kid's dream, I get in the police car.
The sun goes down making all kinds of pinks, oranges, and yellows. It was hard to see from the barred up backseat window, but still enjoyable. The radio played softly, some kind of 90's punk rock. It must be the radio station that Thatcher likes. The poles of streetlights pass by quickly, homes that are locked up are filled with light, There's few cars on the road of people coming home from work. It feels so.. human. That's reassuring to me. It reminds me in a way that I survived. I see my house in the distance.
"Is this it?" Ruth asks, looking at me in the review mirror. I nodded staring back at her. I don't want to go back. There's nothing awaiting me there but an alternate. She parked nearby my driveway.
"Stay here, if we don't come back then drive back to the police station." Thatcher instructed. I nodded again looking up at him doe eyed. I gave him my house keys. They both got out of the car, I watched as they enter the house.
I waited for a few good minutes in the car. My anxiety rised higher and higher with every second they were in there. My leg bounced profuesly as bit my nails. I'm slowly losing control over myself. Soon enough I see Ruth coming out with Thatcher, she knocks on my door. I sloppily get out with a little help from her. Thatcher gave me back my house keys.
"The cost is clear, there's no alternate. But we can see you put up a good fight." Thatcher said looked at me grinning.
"You did one hell of a job with that bedroom door." Ruth snickered and helped me into my front door. The silence speaks volumes, I don't want to be here anymore.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Ruth says patting my shoulder gently. She helps me into the couch.
"We fixed up the bedroom a little to cut you some slack. If you ever need anything call us, and use the code word Delta. It's to know that you're the real you." Thatcher said smiling comfortingly. I feel a little better knowing I have a plan for next time. But I dread those words, next time. Like it won't end after this.
"Thank you so much for everything." I said trying to sound okay. My shoulders don't let down their guard.
They both bid me goodbye, I sit in a quiet house full of loneliness. I don't want to be here. It feels different without people here. I'm not going to bed tonight.
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Unspoken Tears PT.1 [ Karina X Reader ]
Karina, an exhausted idol returning home from the relentless world of stardom, is met with a stressful and tumultuous mood. Y/N, tries to welcome her with warmth and care, but Karina's frustration takes over, leading to a heated argument.
GENRE: Angst → Fluff
TYPE: One Shot
Karina had just returned home from her exhausting job as an idol, her stress levels through the roof. The harsh glare of the paparazzi's cameras, the endless rehearsals, and the unrelenting pressure of the entertainment industry had left her drained. She was in a terrible mood, and it showed on her face. Her manager's constant demands echoed in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing herself in the pursuit of stardom.
Y/N, who saw Karina's arrival, With a welcoming smile, Y/N rushed to greet Karina, but the sight of her disheveled appearance and troubled expression made them pause. "Hey, Karina," Y/N said gently, "how was your day?"
Karina, however, was in no mood for pleasantries. Karina responded curtly, not in the mood for small talk. "Long and terrible."
Y/N's smile faltered, but they pressed on, determined to make Karina's evening better. "I made your favorite dinner," they offered, "it's ready when you are."
Y/N, ever perceptive, realized that Karina had had a tough day and offered a meal. Y/N had prepared Karina's favorite dish, a homemade lasagna with a secret family recipe,
"I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep."
but Karina dismissed the offer with a brusque refusal, stating that she just wanted to sleep. Her emotions were escalating by the minute, and she couldn't control her temper.
Y/N's heart sank, but they tried to hide their disappointment. "Alright, dear. How about you take a warm shower before going to sleep?"
Karina's frustration boiled over. "Can't you see I'm not in the mood for this right now?" she snapped.
Y/N flinched at the sharpness of Karina's tone but tried to keep their composure. "I'm just trying to help. I thought that might make you feel better."
Karina's anger, however, was difficult to contain. "Well, it's not helping!" she retorted. "I just want to be left alone!"
Karina vented her frustration at Y/N for not understanding her. In a fit of anger, Karina stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her, leaving Y/N nearly in tears.
Y/N sat alone in the kitchen, staring at the meal she had lovingly prepared for Karina. The hours of chopping vegetables, simmering the sauce, and layering the lasagna sheets felt like a waste now. Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes. Y/N wondered if you were a bad partner for not considering Karina's feelings. Y/N eventually fell asleep on the living room couch, not wanting to disturb Karina, whose room was silent.
The next day, as Karina woke up, she felt a deep sense of remorse for her harsh words and actions toward Y/N. She got up, looking for Y/N to apologize, but Y/N was nowhere to be found. In the kitchen, Karina noticed a beautifully set table with all her favorite dishes. Y/N had cooked everything with care, and the aroma filled the room.
As Karina examined the untouched dinner from the previous night, now in the trash bin, her guilt overwhelmed her. On the kitchen table, she found a small note that read, "Karina, I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. I've prepared your favorite meal. Please eat. I love you. I'll be out for a while so you can have some time alone."
Reading Y/N's message, Karina's guilt intensified. She cried, regretting how she had treated Y/N the day before. She decided to eat the meal Y/N had prepared and waited for Y/N to return, but as hours passed, there was no sign of Y/N. Concern began to gnaw at Karina.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Karina answered it, and her world shattered. The caller informed her that Y/N had been involved in a hit-and-run accident and was in the hospital. Karina rushed to the hospital in shock.
Upon arriving at the hospital and speaking to the receptionist, Karina hurried to Y/N's room. Y/N's condition was grave, but the doctor explained that Y/N had miraculously passed the critical stage. Karina was overwhelmed with gratitude and thanked the doctor profusely.
Karina spent the entire day by Y/N's side at the hospital. Y/N didn't have close friends or family to visit, only Karina. A member of Karina's group visited upon hearing the news. Karina couldn't help but feel guilty for her actions the day before, seeing Y/N in such pain.
The next day, as Y/N woke up, Karina was by their side, relief and joy in her eyes. However, Y/N looked at her with confusion and asked.
"Who are you?"
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Thursday. Minimum 4 sentences.
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Belle's hand automatically reached for a pillow, and she giggled when it came up empty. Instead she snuggled closer to Gold and laid her head against his extended arm. "Maybe we should have moved this to the bed."
Gold turned at her with a mischievous look. "And miss the comforts of a new rug? I don't think so."
Belle had bought a few pieces of furniture online, hoping to give her old apartment a more modern feel.
If she couldn't bring herself to follow her other self's steps and just move to Gold's mansion, she could at least make a few changes.
Gold had been happy to be invited to dinner, though less thrilled when he understood that food would come after they rearranged her furniture to accommodate the new pieces.
"But my leg!" He had protested, heaving a resigned sigh when Belle had rolled her eyes at him.
Even if her common sense still rallied at the idea of magic, Belle only had to see her boyfriend walk unaided to believe that his wild stories were real.
Mainly she was glad for his regained freedom from the pain, of course. However, she couldn't help but be enthusiastic about the new flexibility.
It had so many... applications.
Hence their current position.
At some point, he had distracted her from some spell to resize her couch with a kiss. Other spells had followed, as Gold was too much of a perfectionist and Belle, at heart, liked the changes he made.
She still demanded to be distracted, of course. It was only fair.
The kisses had morphed into tender caresses, then less tender teasing, and by the time Belle had dragged him down by his tie, she was ready to throw the stubborn new cabinet out the window if only Gold kept kissing her.
"Thank you for helping," she told him now, giving him a quick kiss.
"Of course, sweetheart." He turned to her to pull a strand of hear behind her ear. Then he gave a playful smirk. "I would never miss dinner with you."
However, when Belle would have risen to heat up the lasagna, Gold tugged at her until she was back under him.
"What about dinner?"
His eyes twinkled.
"Oh, I'll serve myself."
And he started by kissing down her neck.
The End
02/05/24
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Shout out to all my friends who put that 'I'll heat up some lasagna' pic on my dash this past week because I, a person who is never going to heat up some lasagna, now go through my days thinking 'I'll heat up some lasagna.' Could be a permanent change. I don't mind
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Kitchen Basics and Essentials
Earlier I made a quick list of Kitchen Witch Essentials, and planned to expand on it later. However, my list was made with the assumption that you have the basics to cook with. So, I figured I'd go over them to ensure we're all on the same page moving forward.
I am not a professionally trained chef. I'm just a Canadian home cook who's had an interest in cooking since young. Not everything I think is important, other home cooks will think is important. But I think we can agree on about 90% of what I list.
Utensils
Knives. Any list about Kitchen essentials, the Chef's knife will be right at the top. But you'll actually need 2, maybe 3 knives. The chef's knife, as mentioned, or just a main working knife. It's knife used for cutting up everything from meat to veggies to garnish. If you prefer to use a Chinese Cleaver, go for it.
Your second knife you should have is a paring knife. Basically a small knife. It's good for more delicate work like eyeing potatoes, cutting up berries, stuff like that. Now most people will tell you, that's all the knives you really need, but I recommend one more. Particularly if you are going to get into bread making. A serrated knife like a bread knife. It is so hard to cut bread with a flat edge, because you end up squishing it. The serrated knife will cut crusty bread without issue.
Pots and Pans. I think it's fair to assume you have at least two pots and a pan or skillet. You can boil pasta and cook sauce at the same time with the option to fry an egg if you wanted to.
Cutting Board. Protect your surfaces and your knives and use your cutting board! I see you quickly chopping up veggies on a plate. Having multiple cutting boards can be quite useful for when you are preparing something like meat. I like to use a plastic cutting board to do most of my meat cutting on so it can be easily put in my dishwasher when done.
Vegetable Peeler. There's a lot of different kinds of peelers. Some are fancy, some can turn vegetables into noodles, some are electric; I'm just talking the basic hand held vegetable peeler. It does a lot without taking up much space.
Measuring Cups and Spoons. Super important to have if you're following directions from another recipe. As you get more experience, you'll find yourself measuring every ingredient less and less. But if you're baking, or trying something new, measure.
Mixing Bowl. Your cereal bowls are only going to get you so far. A mixing bowl can hold Salads, marinating meat, pancake batter- just not at the same time. If you enjoy baking, you will want more than one.
Baking Trays. Ideally two of these. Most known for cookies, but used for roasting all kinds of things in the oven. It's also good to put one in under the rack of something that drips while cooking. Lasagna is bad for this. Catching the falling food on a baking tray makes clean up way easier.
Appliances
Stove. Doesn't matter if it's gas, electric, induction; how many heating elements you have; I'm assuming you have a stove.
Oven. Since most stoves are built into an oven, I am going to assume you also have an oven. I know not every place is allowed to have one, but chances are if you're interested in Kitchen witchcraft, you have access to these things.
Microwave. These days, they are everywhere. Some apartments will be built with a kitchenet which has no stove, but definitely a microwave. These are super helpful, melting butter, defrosting ingredients, while being very safe.
Fridge/Freezer. The modern standard of food preservation. Every home that consumes perishables has at lest one; and it's not uncommon for a large family to have more than one fridge or freezer.
Also
Salt. If you're cooking, you're gunna need salt. Especially if you're going down the route of Kitchen Witchcraft. Not a lot; I got excited one time and bought like 5 different kinds of salt. I'll probably be dead before I use it all. You don't need a bunch or even fancy salts. Just get a box of salt; Kosher, Sea, Pink, whatever. Even the finely ground iodize salt will work.
Oven Mitts. Pulling stuff out of the oven is hot! Protect yourself from burns.
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AAAAAA YAYYY IM UR FAVORITE MUTUAL (screaming and kicking my feet in the air)
honestly, 100% mikel bc, wtf, hes mikel- no explanation needed. not only as "fuck he's hot" but also as in "were going to get through this no matter what" type of husband yk?
also, I'm rn making myself dinner bc I'm hungry and I have this week off, so I'm heating up some lasagna and I think I'm going to head down later for a drink to my bar down the street. It's not too late and I'm off tomorrow so ig thats what I'll do.
and abt you living in America, it doesn't matter 😌 we virtually get together to watch all of nothing and sneak into the Emirates lmaoo
Mikel would be the BEST husband oh my god i need him so bad he's so hot and intelligent and sexy and talented and finest man alive and would be so caring and incredible and awesome oh my godddd
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🍂Weekly Tag Wednesday🍂
Thank you for the tag, @suzy-queued and @juliakayyy.
Name: Kate
Age: Old.
Favorite color: Dark green
What emoji best describes your current mood? I can't make emojis. I don't know, man. This might also give you an idea of why I don't wanna answer the age question.
What season is it where you are right now? Fall, thank God. I live in Massachusetts.
Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before. And it's a showdown every day between me and the alarm.
Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? No.
Do prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? I've never done either of those things.
Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I hate pumpkin flavored things with the heat of a nova.
What's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? Fall. I'm not a sweets person at all. I'm a chunky gal so most people find it surprising. But for me it's more, like, sour cream and cheese and sauces and pasta. I get my sugar in the form of soda, which I drink way too much of. But I don't eat candy at all. I can't remember the last pie I ate. A person I work with was almost angry because I told him I'd never had a s'more. In the rare event I eat chocolate, I like a Mounds bar. I haven't had it in a while, but either that or a Krackle/Nestle Crunch.
We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? I love cooking for people. So whatever I bring it will be an inappropriate amount. Probably pressed sandwiches that i made after smoking some kind of meat for 10 hours. Or maybe a lasagna with fresh pasta and homemade sauce. Maybe potstickers. Don't make me choose!
It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? I don't drink hot drinks. Even in the winter.
Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? Nope.
Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? I'm really happy to have made the decision to finally move. I've lived in a horrible situation for 5 years now because the rent in this area is ridiculous and my rent is so good here that I've just been sucking it up. But I live on the second floor of a nightmare sandwich between the upstairs and downstairs neighbors. My building has literally been on the news (they make the Milkovich's look normal). Making the decision to move -even if I pay more and can't save much- is worth it. It feels like a weight I didn't know I had on me has been lifted. I'm looking forward to just having peace and quiet for the first time in a long while.
I'll tag the last few people to comment on my fanwork...
@gallawichsuperfan @crestfallercanyon @palepinkgoat @milkomisc
@krystallouwho @sickness-health-all-that-shit @lingy910y
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Hello there.
First, let me hug you virtually cause yeah life sucks sometimes and I hope things get better soon for you.
I was referring to the prompt where Rafael suspects he's expecting and shares the thought with Sonny. :)))
Hi anon, this is so nice of you! Life's not even bad, just a lot going on (I started a new job - yay!). Lots of love to you, too.
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"I really can't, I just don't feel fine."
Sonny knows Rafael's stomach to be pretty resilient so he must come down with something. There is no other explication why Rafael would refuse to even try lasagna.
"I suspect Billie, she always catches something in daycare."
Rafael just gives him a look but doesn't reply. Which Sonny finds out of character because Rafael never misses a chance to complain about meeting up with non-grown ups.
"You think fennel tea does the job or you need something stronger?"
Rafael sighs and touches his forehead. It takes him a while to answer. But before he gets up from the table to go to the couch, he says: "I'll take that tea."
Sonny knows that Rafael is doing the thing where he doesn't tell him what's going on, but Sonny doesn't say anything. There's no good in pushing Rafael, it will just make him angry and worst case they'll have a fight. If something bad is going on, Sonny trusts Rafael to tell him.
So Sonny heats up some water and puts the lasagna back into the oven (he already had a slice or two before Rafael came home). Sonny ramages around in the kitchen until the water is boiling.
"Here you go," Sonny says when he brings Rafael the cup of tea.
Rafael looks - unhappy. He doesn't even look at the tea. He just sits on the couch with a loosened tie and no pants on.
"When did you take the pants off?"
Sonny receives a dark look as an answer.
"Okay, I hope it means you're dtf because I'm-"
"Sonny, please!"
"What?"
"Not now."
"Sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But usually you like it when I'm horny for you."
"Sonny."
"Rafael," Sonny replies mimicking his tone of voice.
"I don't think it's because of Billie."
"You know it could be that soy milk in the coffee house, who knows how long it's standing there on the counter."
"I don't think-"
"I told you not to drink it."
"Sonny, my love-" Rafael raises a hand to gesture Sonny to shut up.
"Just telling you the truth."
Sonny walks back into the kitchen to get himself a beer. Before that he also takes his pants off (because why not? Heating the apartment is expensive enough).
"I can also take my shirt off, if you're in the mood of ogling," Sonny suggests when he walks back into the living room with the beer in his hand and sits down opposite Rafael.
"I think I'm pregnant."
There's probably no good moment to inform him about that but while taking a sip of beer is decidedly the wrongest moment, so Sonny spends the next two and a half minutes coughing and taking his shirt off after all because he spilled beer all over it.
"Are you sure?"
"No, but don't come near me when you smell like beer or I swear to god I will bark like I never did before."
Slowly a big smile finds Sonny's face and he can't believe it. The happiness slowly fills his chest. As he can't hug Rafael, the only thing left for him to do is hitting him with a small dance routine that high-school Sonny thought was cool.
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Being a Christian isn't what you think it is. It's not about being "good." It's about being what God made you to be.
God created all of us in His image (Genesis 1:27). Since He made us, He's the one who knows what He made us to do, and if we try to do anything else, we'll just break ourselves.
Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?
Romans 9:20-21
Ok, so, "pottery" might be a little archaic, so I'll use another example:
If you want to make a lasagna, what kind of container would you use? Would you layer all the ingredients in a microwave bowl and stick it in the oven? Of course not! (And, if you've ever thought of trying it, take this as your warning: don't do it. You'll ruin the lasagna, the bowl, and probably the oven. And you'll never get the smell of melted plastic out of the house.) No, for a regular oven, you would use a glass or metal baking dish.
But let's say you wanted to make a microwave lasagna. Does microwave lasagna come in a metal pan? Nope! Cuz if you try to nuke metal, you'll blow up the microwave. Microwaveable dinners usually come in either cardboard or a very sturdy plastic that can take the heat of a microwave (I still don't recommend putting the plastic ones in the oven, tho).
Every person is different, and we react differently in different situations. Some situations make you melt like plastic, some make you blow up like nuked metal, and sometimes you're not a baking dish at all, you're a pizza pan and you can't hold very much at all.
I think that living a Christian life isn't about "being good." It's about being what God made us to be. Now, that being said, "good" is exactly what God did make us to be. HOWEVER, we cannot be "good" on our own. And this is what trips people up, because we want to think that we can figure out "good" on our own. And we can't. We can't see the future. We can't see into people's hearts. We can't know in advance whether our actions will help or hurt. Only God does.
I feel like I can't stress this enough: "sin" is not just "doing bad things." It's rejecting God, pushing Him away, and saying, "nope, I'm gonna figure this out on my own." Accepting Jesus is not about saying, "oh, I'm bad, so please make me good" (even though that's what most of us probably said when we first did accept Him). As you grow in Christ, you come to realize that accepting Jesus was about turning your life over to Him and letting Him turn you into the person you were supposed to be all along, whether you're made to be in the oven or the microwave, or whether you're made to make lasagna or pizza or brownies or whatever.
It's not about being "good"! It's about being who you are meant to be!
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I'm feeling all my emotions today. I'm trying not to stuff it down with anything and to just let it pass. I made it through day 16. For my outdoor workout, I rode my bicycle to a class at the studio where I teach. My indoor workout was the actual class. I had the last half of my vegan lasagna today along with a smoothie and then I heated up some leftover rice and #beyond meat and black beans that I made in the #ninjafoodi yesterday. I also was craving sweets so I melted some dark chocolate, added a little maple syrup, some coconut flakes, peanut butter and oats and let it chill in the fridge for about 20 minutes. I'm going to make them again. Maybe next time I'll use Rice Krispies instead of oats 😋 water ✅ no alcohol ✅ reading ✅ pic ✅
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