Tumgik
#all of them felt like a fever dream tbh
Text
Can I be the helpless victim? (Ghostface! Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader x Ghostface! Peter B Parker) Part 2
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hiii! Tbh I wasn’t gonna make a second part but….. why not! Not proofread, also this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s cringy or badly written.
NSFW!!, Cursing,mentions of reader being drugged, Yandere Peter and Miguel, mentions readers dead boyfriend, Threesome, reader is chained up at beginning, double penetration, pussy slapping, ass slapping, reader gets fucked dumb, Miguel vaguely threatens ready but don’t actually hurt her,use of “good girl”, possessive Miguel and Peter, SMUT!! Non-Con/Dub-con, Dead Dove Do not eat, MDNI!
Word count: 1.4K
Part 1
Masterlist
Your head was aching as you began to drift back into consciousness, what a weird dream…
You let out a yawn as you open your eyes, the after effects of your deep slumber made your vision blur, wincing at the harsh light from ceiling light. You go to rub your eyes, but stopping once you notice your wrists are oddly heavy, and the faint nose of medal clinking rang through your ears. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, the dull ache suddenly turning into a massive pounding as you suddenly recall your last waking moments, hitting you like a freight train.
It wasn’t a dream.
Your heart jumps up into your throat as your breath quickened, your hands start to shake as you begin to sit up, only to feel a pair of chains on your ankles as well. You quickly began to squirm on the unfamiliar king size bed, attempting to pull yourself out of the chains knowing full well all your struggling would only result in tiring you out, but your mind was too frantic to think rationally at the moment. Eventually, your arms began to ache from the heavy metal, and the rattling only made your headache worse so you took in a deep breath and cleared your throat, attempting to use your own saliva to lubricate your throat.
“H-hello!” You manage to croak, ignoring the burning that followed, looking around the room. You felt like you were in a fever dream, the room was almost a one by one replica of yours except bigger, and all the pics you had hung up featuring your (now dead) boyfriend were replaced with photos of… wait…
“Angelita…You're up?” A voice asked from the hall, before footsteps were heard, your blood ran cold once the voice found your ears. You know that accent anywhere. You didn’t even realize you were still in the angel/Juliet costume for Halloween on, until he called you that.
“M-Miguel? Is that you?” You already knew the answer though. Your voice shook slightly with each syllable despite your hardest attempts to keep it calm. “What’s-what’s going on?”
There was a small pause, silent growing over the room as you wait for an answer, the only noise where the footsteps drawing closer and the slight shuffling of your chains and sheets as you try to find a more comfortable position in the bed, it was hard though when your heartbeat was so rapid that you could feel it pulsating in your ears.
“Finally… I thought for a bit I had put too much chloroform on the rag I gave Miguel.” A second voice spoke, making you all the more confused upon seeing the two enter the room, but the confusion turned into panic once again once you realized who it belong too.
“Pete-Miguel- you guys gonna let me go.” You pleaded as you try to yank at the chains once more, “Please- please- I don’t know what you want but-“
“Cálmate Angelita… you’re gonna injure those delicate wrists of yours…” Miguel says in an eerily calm tone as he and Peter walked up to you, one on either side of the bed, Miguel wrapping his callous hand around your restant, before giving it a tight squeeze. A pained whimper leaving your lips as he does so, neither of you had to say it out right to know that was a warning. One that said “be a good girl or I’ll break your wrists” and you didn’t want to see if he was just bluffing or not, you knew now what he was capable. What both of them were capable of.
“Don’t-don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me- don’t kill me!” The pleas came out rushed and frantic, letting them fall out of your mouth before your brain could stop the word vomit, fearing what would happen if you angered them for whatever reason. But instead of the angry reaction you were expecting, Peter smirked, a huff of air escaping through his nose as he leaned down, nuzzing your cheek with his nose. A deep and almost sadistic chuckle rumbles from his chest, his hot breath hitting your face, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. You wanted to move away but your body froze with fear as you felt his hand go to your stomach, before slowly trailing to the side then down, his index finger tracing a small heart over and over on the side of your hip.
“Anything?” Peter asked, and you swallowed down the limp that had formed in your throat.
Oh how you regret your words already.
“What do you say?” Peter asked, almost mockingly.
“Hmm-ahh… ahhh…”
“Poor girl, can’t even think anymore… probably fucked her little brain into mush.” Miguel cooed.
Another whine leaves your lips, your eyes roll so far back Peter could only see the whites of your eyes as he continues to thrust his hips up, his stamina nor his pace wavering despite the two of them having their way with you for over an hour now. He couldn’t help the groan that leaves his lips when Miguel pulls you back to lean against his tan and sweaty chest with a hash tug of your hair, your whine somehow becoming even higher. No matter how much Miguel and Peter have been dreaming of this day, none of it compared to how it was actually happening. Your lewd and borderline pornographic sounds enough for the two grown men to feel like horny teens waking up from their first wet dream.
Expect this was so much better than a wet dream, any fantasy, because it was real. You had finally given yourself to them, even though it wasn't exactly much of a choice, being bound to happen eventually, but the sooner the better. First your body then your mind will follow, and if you don’t, they’ll just fuck you till they pushed any thoughts of resistance out with their cocks, making your brain leak away from between your legs.
You felt so impossibly full, how both could fit inside you was a complete miracle, and you were so overstimulated, your moans turning into nothing but whine and whimpers, the hickies they had riddled all over your body didn’t help either. Your legs were shaking almost as much as the bed underneath you was, and you were sure if Miguel wasn’t guiding you up and down you wouldn’t have been able to move at all. Another gasp leaves your lips when you felt Miguel’s hand slap your left asscheek, followed by Peter hitting your sensitive clit with his palm repeatedly, squirming attempting to get away from their hands, but you didn’t really have anywhere to go as you clenched around them like a vase.
“Muñeca… I need you to try and think for a second…” Miguel said to you in between shallow breaths, you dumbly nodded, despite not comprehending a single word that was said to you. “What’s your name?” He had asked, not being able to hold a smirk from forming on his face. Peter only let out a small eye roll, already knowing where this was going. (Doll)
Your name? Why were they asking you what your name was? You licked your dry lips before attempting to speak.
“My-name…my name is-“
Thruuuust.
Your mouth hung open as you let out another whine. Peter let out a chuckle before dipping his head down into the crook of your neck, nibbling at the dark hickey he left.
“Come on pretty, don’t leave Miguel hanging, you know your name don’t you?” Peter teased, before tugging at the purple and red spot. You let out a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan, a whine and a borderline sob as you shook your head.
“Don’t-don’t know-fuck-don’t re-ahhh-remember… feels too good…”
“Fuck-who owns you?”
“You-ahhh- you do! Both of-fuckfuckfuck- you do!” You exclaimed without much thought, nothing thinking about anything else except the building in your lower stomach as you come close to your 5th orgasim.
“Good fucking girl.” The praise was enough to push you over the edge, your vision becoming spotty as your spasm and twitch uncontrollably around their members, their names falling from your lips like a mantra before eventually slumping over into Peter’s chest. Your breaths heavy as you allow your eyes to flutter shut, Miguel and Peter hold you onto you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as they lull you to sleep.
467 notes · View notes
noacfslut · 17 days
Text
lovesick - matty healy (mechanic!au)
Tumblr media
this is part of the mechanic!au universe, if you haven't read the series then you probably should <3
part one | part two | part three | epilogue | oneshots in this au
although he won't admit it, matty is sick and you take it upon yourself to handle things at the shop for him while he's out, as well as comfort him back to health when you get home.
minors do not interact! while this does not contain smut, it still holds an underlying sexual theme (bc at the end of the day that is just their relationship dynamic lol)
tags: 18+ for sexual themes even though nothing actually happens, age gap, possibly poorly written fluff considering i have never written it before lol, matty is so soft bf coded in this tbh
3273 words
You were in the middle of directing someone where to pull their car into the shop when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket for what felt like the millionth time that day - huffing and pulling the device out of your pocket as you continued to wave the vehicle in, holding your hand up to signal for them to stop as you answered the phone.
You didn’t even have to look at the name on your screen to know who was calling you, the same person that had been blowing your phone up all morning. You smiled at the elderly man who stepped out of the vehicle, mouthing ‘just a second’ to him as you turned to pace around the shop as you spoke to your boyfriend in a sweet but reprimanding tone. “Matty, I love you, but you have got to stop calling me every ten minutes.” 
You could hear Matty grumble in your ear, shifting from his spot - you assumed on the couch, and sniffling. “I’m just worried about you.” His hoarse voice made you feel a little guilty for snapping at him. “I feel bad that you’re having to run everything today.”
Matty was sick with a cold, one that he had been refusing to admit that he had - blaming the sniffles and sore throat on allergies. You had gone out and bought him medicine the first day he came home with symptoms, one’s slightly less significant than he had now, but your boyfriend refused to take any of it. He was sure he wasn’t sick, he was “a man” and “medicine was for pussies” and he continued to go to work and come home more and more sick with each passing day. 
Even when he woke up this morning hot with a fever, he refused to admit that he was sick. You fixed him with a straight face, glaring at him when he denied it - causing your boyfriend to grow hotter under your stare. He argued when you told him to stay home for the day, saying that the shop would fall apart without him - reluctantly agreeing when you said that you would fill in for him. 
By this point, you knew enough about cars to take care of everything for the day. You had sat on the same counter watching your older boyfriend work in vehicles a million times by now, you had caught on to a lot of the work that went into it. Matty had even taught you how to change a tire and how to make sure your oil was still good, you had told him that you didn’t need to know any of this because you had him to do these things for you. And while he agreed with you, promising that he would always take care of you, he showed you how to anyway. You were convinced he only did it to watch you work, probably some form of a wet dream come to life for him, but you were thankful for the crash course now.
You didn’t necessarily know what you were doing, but the judgmental looks from the men that came in to have something done when they noticed you standing there and not Matty gave you the fire under your ass to at least fake your way through it. And clearly you were doing a very good job of it, George only had to step in a few times - but for the most part he was able to handle his business and you were able to handle Matty’s. 
For the most part everyone that you had encountered today was kind, only having a few misogynistic comments from men - you were expecting them, only rolling your eyes in response. They were quick to keep their mouth shut when George would overhear them and come over just to subtly - sometimes not so subtle, bring up who you were. Once they knew you were Matty’s girlfriend, they were quick to have a change of heart, knowing that if you were to tell the mechanic what they had said that they’d be sporting a black eye for a week. 
“So, everything is still going alright, then?” Matty spoke softly yet you still heard how hoarse it was from his sore throat. 
“Yes, you’ll be happy to know that the shop has not gone up in flames since the last time you called.” You giggled through huff as you pulled the phone back far enough to check the time. “Twenty minutes ago.”
“It has not been that recent.” Matty scoffed, coughing right after. 
“It has.” You countered, speaking sweet despite the annoyance you felt. You knew he was doing it out of love, making sure that you were doing okay and not too stressed out from doing something so out of your element. “I promise you that if things go even slightly south that I will call you.” You glanced around the shop until you spotted a familiar blonde shaved head. “Or I’ll have George help me.”
“You will call me.” Matty confirmed, you laughed softly at the mechanic’s ever so quick jealousy. 
“Okay, I’ll call you.” You agreed, deciding not to mention the amount of times you had already asked for George’s help instead of calling Matty. “How are you feeling? Have you eaten and taken your medicine?”
The hesitation told you all you needed to know, Matty wasn’t going to lie to you but he didn’t know how to answer you either. “Matthew.”
“Wow!” Matty exasperated. “Not the government name, she’s bringing out the big guns.”
You couldn’t stop the laughter that tumbled from your lips despite your irritation. “Don’t make me laugh, I’m upset with you.”
“Baby.” Matty groaned. “I don’t need it.”
“You’re such a man sometimes.” You sighed, catching eye contact with the man who was still waiting on you, shooting him an apologetic smile. “Can you be bribed?”
“Oo, I like where this is going.” Matty teased, almost sounding completely healthy and back to normal if it wasn’t for the sniffle that followed after. “Depends on what you offer me, baby doll.”
You felt a faint blush creep on your cheeks at the nickname, shifting on your feet. “Well,” You started, speaking softer now. “Would you like to ask me what I’m wearing?”
You were positive you heard Matty swallow through the speaker of the phone. “What are you wearing?”
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing down at the navy jumpsuit with Matty’s name etched on the chest that swallowed your frame. “Your uniform.”
“Fuck, baby.” Matty groaned, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. “Want everyone to see my name on your chest? Let everyone know who you belong to?”
You felt a wave of heat roll through your stomach at the way his voice that was already deeper from the sickness dropped another octave lower. “Didn’t want my clothes to get all dirty.”
“Yeah?” The way Matty was speaking to you had you regretting even enticing him at all, feeling hot under his clothes, trying to keep your composure considering you were in a shop full of men who always had their eye on you. “Only ever want me to make you dirty, isn’t that right princess?”
“Matty.” You scolded softly, you were supposed to be the one working him up, not the other way around. 
“Maybe you should come home.” Your boyfriend offered and honestly, you considered it. “George can handle it.”
“I promised I’d cover for you and I’m keeping that promise.” You were hesitant to say, wanting nothing more than to go home and see Matty’s reaction to you wearing his jumpsuit in person. Matty huffed at being turned down. “Look, I can sneak into the bathroom really quick and send you a picture.” You heard Matty shifting through the speaker of your phone. “But you have to send me a picture of you taking your medicine first - tongue out so I know you’re not lying to me.”
“You sure that’s the only reason you want a picture of my tongue out, princess?” Matty teased, laughing through a cough when you sighed dramatically in response. “I’ll do you one better, I’ll send you a video of it. You can keep it in your spank bank.”
“I fucking hate you.” You groaned through a laugh, shaking your head despite the fact that your boyfriend couldn’t see you. 
“You love me.” Matty corrected, drawing out the word in a gushy tone.
“Unfortunately.” You released another dramatic, playful sigh that Matty laughed at. “Okay, I have to go now. I’ll see you when I get home, yeah?”
“Okay, baby.” You didn’t have to see Matty to know he was smiling as he spoke. “I love you, call me if you need me.”
—-
By the time you made it home, Matty was feeling worse than he had been when you left him this morning. He was curled up on the couch, wrapped up in a hoodie and two blankets, scooting over so you would have room to sit next to his lying body. You sat next to him - his stomach grazing your back as he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist, placing a soft kiss to the back of your arm, mumbling. “Missed you.”
You smiled softly down at him, running your fingers through his hair, his dark eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. “Not feeling too hot, huh?” You spoke quietly with a slight pout on your lips, you hated to see him not feeling good. Matty shook his head softly, coughing and holding onto your waist a little tighter, needing the comfort. Your pout grew more prominent, massaging your manicure nailed into his scalp. Matty hummed contently at the feeling, nuzzling his head into your hand as you leaned down to kiss his forehead and gasping at the heat that met your lips. “You’re hot.”
Matty grinned a lazy smile, that had you rolling your eyes before he could even speak. “Thank you.” 
You slapped him ever so softly, barely a tap, on his arm before bringing it to rest against his forehead. “No, seriously. You’re burning up.” You placed your hand on both of his cheeks to see if they matched the heat of his forehead, your eyebrows furrowing deeply when they did. “How are you feeling?”
“Better now that you’re here.” Matty mumbled, turning his head so he could kiss the side of your hand that was still holding onto his cheek. 
“Medicine didn’t help?” You asked, rubbing your thumb soothingly against his cheek. 
“It did for a few hours.” Matty hated to admit, feeling rather silly for denying taking it when he realized how much better he felt with it coursing through his veins. “But not anymore.”
“Well, you have to take more than one dose, silly boy.” You giggled, taking your hand off of his cheek in favor of running it through his hair again, smiling at the sight of Matty closing his eyes at the feeling. “That medicine only lasts like four hours.”
“Hey, our deal was one dose.” Matty argued with a sniffle, opening his eyes so he could look at you but they fell back half lidded as you massaged your fingers against his scalp. “If you want me to take more than that, we’ve got to renegotiate our deal, princess.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, tugging on his hair ever so slightly and earning you a pinch at your hip. “And what would that entail, hm?”
Matty hummed, squinting his eyes to act as though he was in deep thought, fighting a smile off his paler than normal face. “I could always take you instead.” Pinching your hip again. “You could be my medicine.”
“Tempting, but I don’t think you have the energy.” You twirled one of his gray streaked curls around your finger.
“Is this where you make an old man joke?” Matty sighed. 
“No.” You giggled softly, shaking your head. “This is where I remind you that you're sick and fragile.”
“I am not fragile.” Matty scoffed, dark eyes narrowing on you. “I’m a man.”
“Oh, yeah.” You agreed in a teasing tone, dropping it to mock your boyfriend’s voice. “Big, bad, scary man.” Smiling when he pinched your hip once more. You twirled another curl around your finger, talking normal now. “Look who the princess is now.”
“Look who’s getting bold now that I’m all weak.” Matty narrowed his eyes, rubbing his thumb along your hip bone. “I would be more than happy to remind you which one of us gets the princess treatment around here if I need to.” You tugged softly at one of his curls, Matty’s pink tongue peeking out to lick his bottom lip. “Been a minute since I’ve put you in your place, hasn’t it, baby?”
You rolled your eyes despite the heat simmering in your stomach. “Considering you just admitted that you are feeling weak, I think we should do things my way.”
“You could always get on top, we could play doctor-“ You cut Matty off with another soft slap to his shoulder, ever so slightly harder than the first, laughter pouring out of the mechanic and sending him into a coughing fit. 
You comforted him as best as you could during it, staring down at him with worried eyes and a pout, shifting to stand up but Matty stopped you from doing so by tightening his hold on your waist and grumbling a ‘no.’
“Big, bad, scary man.” You mocked playfully, laughing softly at the grumpy look on his face from you trying to get up, thumbing his cheek. “Was gonna move so I could put your head in my lap.”
Matty was quick to release his hold on your waist, the sudden loss of his arm had another giggle tumbling from your lips. You adjusted yourself so that Matty could lay his head in your lap, nuzzling his head against your thigh and humming softly when your manicured nails found his temples - massaging them and relieving some of the pressure in his head.
“Feels good.” Matty hummed, looking up at you through half lidded eyes, a smile spreading slowly over his face - growing wider the longer he stared up at you. “I love you.”
You blushed, knowing it was silly. If you had a dollar for the amount of times Matty had said the sentiment to you, you’d be the richest woman on the planet. But you couldn’t help but still catch butterflies when the man so much older than you stared at you like you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. 
You returned the sentiment to him, leaning down to kiss him and pouting when Matty turned his head. “I don’t want to get you sick.”
Both of your eyes grew wide at Matty’s words, the mechanic groaned when he realized he had finally admitted what you had been telling him for days, knowing you were about to gloat. “Oh my god.”
“Nope, don’t say it.” Matty shook his head against your thighs, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to see your victorious smile. “Anyways.”
“Breaking fucking news everybody!” You announced throughout the empty house, speaking through giggles as your boyfriend continued to shake his head in your lap. “You finally admitted it.” 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Matty squints his dark eyes at you, watching as you continue to celebrate being right, something that always rang true but your boyfriend rarely admitted. Matty couldn’t hold back the smile anymore, finally allowing it to spread with a soft laugh, knocking his head against your hand and mocking what you had said to him on the phone earlier. “I fucking hate you.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully and braiding a section of his hair as much as you could with the short length it was, repeating his same words from earlier back at him. “You love me.”
Matty’s smile was wide, eyelids heavy, the feeling of you playing with his hair had him slowly drifting off - still finding enough energy to tease. “Unfortunately.”
You smiled back at him, continuing to braid his gray streaked curls between your manicured nails, absentmindedly playing with his hair even after he fell asleep on you. You watched the mechanic as he slept, frowning when he’d cough in his sleep and smiling when he snored softly due to his stuffed nose. 
Matty didn’t argue about taking his medicine any more after that. He allowed you to fill in for him at the shop for the rest of the week, rolling his dark eyes when you teased that everyone liked you being their boss better than him. By the time Matty was feeling back to his normal self, you felt like an old pro at this mechanic stuff, something that Matty found incredibly attractive.
His first day back, he had talked you into coming with him - and really, you should have known the intentions behind it when he gave you puppy dog eyes, but you remained clueless until he started asking for your help. He became less and less involved with each task he asked for your assistance with, eventually ending up just leaning on the counter and watching you work with his arms crossed over his chest and a proud smile on his face and a dangerous look in his eye. 
He was able to hold his composure, staying at his place leaning on the counter until you noticed how his eyes had grown impossibly darker and decided to play into it. You accidentally intentionally wipe the dipstick covered in oil on your shirt and give an Oscar worthy performance of being annoyed and clueless, looking over at the mechanic with a deep pout and sad eyes. “I'm all dirty now.”
You sigh dramatically, glancing around the shop and holding back a smirk when you notice everyone else must have been on their lunch break, the shop vacant and empty. You pulled your now ruined shirt off of your head, Matty’s dark blown eyes wide, drinking in the sight of your exposed skin.
You tossed the shirt to the side, turning on your heels to find Matty’s jumpsuit that you had worn throughout the week, an item that the mechanic decided against covering himself with today. You wondered if this was his plan all along as you grabbed the navy blue material and slipped your body into it, trying your hardest to ignore the growing heat in his stare as you zipped the jumpsuit up halfway, leaving your cleavage out for him to ogle at.
You rolled the long sleeves up, looking down at your feet and about to bend down to roll the legs up too when Matty was suddenly crowding your space, the tips of his shoes knocking with your own as he tilted your chin back up to look at him - yet his eyes were glued to the stitching of his name on your chest. 
You fought the victorious smirk from spreading across your face, knowing you had him wrapped around your finger, as always. Instead, you chose to breathe in deep, pushing your chest that was on display in a conveniently picked black lacy bra out at him and drawing his eyes away from his name to your cleavage before trailing the almost black orbs up to meet your own.
“Not yet, you’re not.” Matty’s voice was deep and gravely, his thumb that had been holding your chin creeping up to run along your bottom lip, pulling it down and releasing it to sound with a pop. “But you will be.”
209 notes · View notes
sakuraryomen01 · 1 year
Text
Sex Exercise /Jjk Characters x Reader/ Prt. 2
Tumblr media Tumblr media
warnings: based on a comic called "Sexersize" . reader is a little chubby . sex gym . working out with Sukuna as the trainer . gojo x reader x sukuna (sorta) . risky relationship with sukuna . jealous sukuna and gojo . [reader is also sort of caught in the crossfire of their pettiness and kept in the dark ^^;;] . more or less a sexual crush . gojo's a little mean/of a tease . oral sex (reader receiving) and a blowjob (sukuna receiving) . face fucking . multiple rounds, and positions; reverse cowgirl, scissor style, and missionary . getou also is back to his normal trainer position ^^
reader: female reader; slightly chubby
plot: smut + story . reader goes to a sex gym, having no knowledge of the actually training regimen
words: 4.635k
a/n:: hello hello! ^^ tbh i wanted to take another pause on Valentino as Easter is coming up in a few days! And, I just couldn't get over how popular this drabble was so I decided to make it series of sorts! i hope you're looking forward to getting more of this stuff out lol >_>;; i'm going to also post something with Getou soon! ♡
. . .
Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!
Tumblr media
It felt like the last month and a half was a fever dream, because you were wondering if Sukuna had decided to really give you special treatment.
He was usually texting you about newer and better sexual positions to test out for extra weight loss. And he also wanted you to come in more and more whenever you had the chance. Whatever this was, you really enjoyed the attention.
To be honest, you almost felt like an attention whore.
For whatever reason, you began to obey the man's commands. And, oh boy, did it pay off for you in the end.
Especially during every session you had paired with the pink haired trainer. It was like he didn't care that the rules in the policy existed, he treated them like helpful suggestions rather than rules when he was in the same room with you. Always daring to kneel behind you while you and your assigned partner for the day were fucking, grabbing some oil and lubing his hands before playing with your ever so soft tits.
"That's it," He'd coo, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before rolling your nipples in his rough fingers. "Make sure to keep your hips angled, sir. She likes it hitting deep inside."
Your partner would always blush a flustered pink before nodding and doing as instructed, grunting in pleasure whenever your pussy tightened around their cock.
"Good job, just don't cum yet."
Like any other day though, today wasn't like that. After Sukuna had gotten into the groove of playing with your pearly chest and precious clit, he wouldn't be prepared for the days to come. After all, fucking his client instead of being patient would have its consequences.
One day in particular might've set off the current chain of events.
"I've been called into a meeting?" Sukuna questioned, his phone raised to his ear after you finished your second session that week. "But, I didn't have anything planned afterwards. I was going to eat and head home."
"Well, you'll have to reschedule," Getou's cool tone echoed through the speaker. "It's not a request. The boss is upset with you after what you did a while ago."
Sukuna groaned, rolling his eyes and you and your partner dressed and departed. Although he seemed stressed and unhappy, you didn't want to meddle in his business, no matter how much it bothered you.
"I'll be there. When is it?"
"Right now, actually. He's waiting for you upstairs in the conference room."
With another curse under his breath, Sukuna cleaned off his fingers from before and headed to the showers. Quickly changing his clothes and washing himself, Sukuna made his way to the front of the gym and turned right. Going up the same stairs you went up your first day at the sex gym. While he didn't care what happened, Sukuna really wouldn't mind being fired.
With a perverted smirk, he huffed as his mind began to cloud once again with pictures of you.
If he got fired, he could fuck you whenever he wanted!
Trying to keep a cool head, and relaxed cock, Sukuna pushed open the door and came face to face with his boss immediately.
The white haired devil's eyes were a piercing shade of sky blue. Shining under his dark sunglasses and pretty white lashes. His head tilted, cheek resting against his palm, and his light grey button up slightly undone like he was some mob boss and not some shady gym owner.
"What is it, Satoru?" Sukuna grunted, closing the door quickly and crossing his arms.
"That's no way to talk to your boss," Gojo cooed in a mock whimper, as if to pretend to be hurt. "I wanted to talk to you. Please, take a seat."
Sukuna would rather not. He didn't know how many girls Gojo's fucked stupid in the room and he didn't want to find out.
After Sukuna was forced into the chair, Getou was soon summoned to join before Gojo started. "So, what's up?"
"That cute lil' client you banged," Gojo said rather bluntly, his charming smile never faltering as Sukuna's eyes glazed over. "When were you going to tell me that incident happened?"
Getou stood beside Gojo's chair, his hands in his pockets with his hoodie sleeves rolled up. There was a small smirk that made its way onto his features, eyes lazily looking between Sukuna and Gojo as the tension grew.
"Did you have your errand boy tell you?" Sukuna grumbled, arms folded and a vein bursting on his neck. He wasn't particularly happy that he was having this conversation.
"I'm wounded," Getou pouted, holding a hand to his chest. "I only watched from the sidelines."
"Whatever, that's not the point!"
There was a collective sigh from Sukuna and Getou, before Gojo butted in and continued his small rant.
"I'm going to do another workout with this Y/n girl and you're not going to get whiny about it, or, I'll make Suguru her new trainer."
That vein of Sukuna's neck was bulging with pure anger and pettiness. He didn't want to be switched with Getou, but watching Gojo fuck you would be just as torturous. Even if he did bang his client when he wasn't supposed to, he didn't want to go through a punishment because of Gojo's choices.
"..If you don't show up, I'll fuck her again," Sukuna threatened, standing and running a hand through his pink locks. "I don't want to leave her high and dry over your whorish nature."
"That's understandable," Gojo said, huffing with pouty lips, lifting his glasses up to rest on his head. His blue eyes practically glowed, shimmering as an amused glint shined. "Make sure I don't find out next time."
With a click, Sukuna left the conference room and headed down to the main lobby, seeing Shoko with her spiked coffee like always and a lazy glimmer in her dark eyes.
"Oh? Someone got your balls in a twist?" She asked, sitting up and removing her feet from atop her desk.
Sukuna grunted, picking up the session notes for next week. His maroon eyes scanned every column until they landed on yours, your cute little photo needed updating. You cheeks weren't nearly as chubby as they used to be.
Was that really a problem tho? Sukuna had wondered to himself, and this wasn't the first occasion.
Many a time did he wonder if your chubbiness was such a bother. Sure, wanting to look good and feel good about yourself was one thing, but Sukuna thought that you looked like an adorable plush pillow. One that he could squeeze in his firm grip and play with like a little ragdoll.
"Getting heart eyed, hm?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Sukuna sent a glare Shoko's way even though all she had in store was curiosity. "Don't be so harsh. You'll chase off girls with such a 'fuck off' face."
"I don't care," Sukuna snapped, his nose crinkling in disgust. "All the girls that want me are whores running from their husbands anyways."
"So harsh," said the receptionist. Clicking her tongue and rolling the sparkling tongue piercing around her mouth before letting her tongue hang from between her glossy lips. "Don't be like that around that Y/n girl you're fawning over. She'll ask for a new trainer right away!"
Sukuna scoffed, looking at the partner's empty blank and writing in Gojo Satoru. Once he handed the clipboard back to Shoko, she raised her brow in confusion and looked at him.
"Again?" She asked, the corner of her lips turning up in a smirk. "Do you have a humiliation kink by any chance?"
With a grimace and a sigh, Sukuna walked out of the gym after grabbing his things from the trainers washroom. Whatever was going to happen that following week was probably fated to happen. And Sukuna didn't wish to witness it, but he didn't expect it to happen like the first time.
Gojo sometimes followed through on his threats.
Tumblr media
Sukuna was walking down the street with a homemade strawberry smoothie in hand, his phone occupying the other. His earbuds in, blasting some (S)aints on Spotify until he arrived at the gym. Although nothing strange had happened to him just yet, he was expecting some kind of a weird greeting from his coworkers.
He quickly finished his drink and threw the cup, walking over to Shoko's desk to sign himself in. She wasn't present at the time, but it was almost 8 in the morning, and she didn't normally like showing up before 9.
Before opening time, Sukuna started to clean his workout room and placed a fresh mat and pillow for his clients. Checked his clipboard and the positions, the AC and if the air was running properly. The oil, the lube, and the condoms— he checked it all.
When nothing out of the ordinary really showed up, Sukuna walked out of the freshly glorified room and made his way to the showers. Stripping quickly in one of the private stalls and bringing along some body wash and a loofah from home.
He washed up rather quickly, not really wanting to run into Gojo again and get bombarded with teases and jealous remarks, and got out to dry off. Though all of Sukuna's wishes weren't able to come true, and his boss walked into the washroom right as Sukuna was dressing in a loose shirt and shorts.
"Ah, you're here early!" Gojo chirped, a smile plastered on his pale face. "Didn't expect you to be so excited to see me naked. Are you a pervert, Sukuna?"
"Of course not," Sukuna responded, grabbing a water bottle from his bag and walking by the male. "I've been dreading this day for a while."
"See you later, Sukuna~"
It was almost twenty minutes later when Sukuna heard a knock on his door, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Wondering who it was, it made him grumble with annoyance and jealousy. He didn't want to see what Gojo had planned for you, even though it was planned specifically for your workout schedule.
When he opened the door, a small sigh of relief was released at the sight a little you.
"Hey," You mumbled, a smile on your face and a blush tinting your cheeks. "I came a little earlier than normal since I have work later on tonight."
Sukuna nods and lets you in, only to make eye contact with your partner for today. Gojo's smile as shiny and smug as always, but there was also a shine in his eyes that made him look especially aroused. Gojo said hello to Sukuna again, before walking into the room and looking down at you.
"Hello," You waved your hand, already seated on the mat. "Are you my partner for today?"
"Mhm, I see Sukuna already informed you my name."
As you and Gojo exchanged pleasantries for a moment, he sat in front of you and glanced at the clipboard deciding whether or not to follow through with the planned positions or not. But, once Sukuna closed the door, there was an awkward silence.
Sukuna deeply regretted coming to work today.
"We're going to start with a massage," Sukuna instructed, kneeling beside you both and gesturing to the same golden vial of lotion that was provided each and every time. "If you're alright with it, please begin to—"
"I know the drill," Gojo interrupted, rolling his pretty doe eyes before landing them on you. Scanning your chest and waist like they were snacks, making you squirm in your spot and your cheeks flush pink.
"I'm just supposed to get this little lady's clothes off and play with her pretty nipples, right?"
Sukuna grimaced, putting the clipboard down and opening the lube bottle, making his way behind you and patting on your shoulder. Turning your attention to him, his maroon eyes sparkling as he lifted up your shirt. There was an annoyed groan from Gojo, watching as you got played with.
He didn't mind a show, but just watching and not getting to touch really got on his nerves. "Oi, I'm the partner- not you!"
Sukuna clicked his tongue, taking off your shirt and watching your tits bounce from their confines. A satisfied coo rumbling from your trainer's throat, seeing your pretty nipples again as if it was like his first time. And even then, his annoyance (and small hint of jealousy for Gojo) wouldn't make Sukuna hate them.
"Whoa," Gojo chuckled from his spot, although he wasn't in the same place. He had crawled closer and closer to you, eyes trained on your perky little breasts. "And I thought these looked good from the side lines."
With another click of the tongue, Sukuna uncapped the oil and lifted it above your chest. Tilting it until it began pouring the oil onto your skin, a shiver going down your spine at the familiar coolness that coated your body. You let out an almost satisfied sigh, closing your eyes as Sukuna's hands began to wander.
"Heh, there you go," Sukuna's calm whisper tickles your ear, his soft lips press against your neck, leaving small marks. "Is it too rough, miss? Doesn't hurt?"
You shook your head quickly, leaning into Sukuna's touch. Feeling his large hands on your chest again made you feel tingly down there, as if it was sparked by his hand. Whatever the reason, you watched his thumb rub against your nipples, fingertips pinching them and twisting them a few times.
Meanwhile, your soft moans and gasps had made Gojo's cock extremely hard. So hard, it was dripping and making a stain in his briefs, throbbing and pulsing underneath the fabric as if the sight alone was enough to make him hard.
"Hey, I'm getting blue balls here," He grumbled, trying to get some kind of attention. When your lidded eyes flickered up to him, a soft grunt left him. How could you be this cute?
"Shouldn't I be doing this?"
"..That's correct," Sukuna eventually answered, releasing his hold on your chest and snacking his hands down your hips, squeezing and pinching at the soft flesh like it was a plushie. "But I think she rather enjoys my hands than yours, sir."
A glare was shared between the two men, and a wave of jealousy and petty feelings entered the atmosphere. Making a shudder go down your spine, looking between the two men with a dumbfounded expression.
What was with the tension..??
"A-Anyways," You mumble, the duo's eyes light up— more or less —as they turned down to you. "Isn't it time for the man's massage?"
Gojo's smug smile definitely ticked off Sukuna again, a small squelch sound being made as he released his hold on your hips. "That's right."
Nodding, you picked up the oil bottle just as Gojo removed his shirt and laid down on his belly. You could tell just how excited he was with the light pink tinting his cheeks, his feet kicking a little as you climbed onto his back. Your bum rested just above his, right over his waist, and you coat your fingers in the sticky oil.
"Gentle around his nape," Sukuna suddenly said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. "He's a bit of a sensitive tyke, and his hips too."
"Oi, don't go flirting while I'm right here!" Gojo pouted.
You nod again, spiral eyed as you started the massage. Never in your adult years did you think you'd be sandwiched between two men and their bickering. Whatever the reason their fighting continued, you hoped it wouldn't get too bad.
Pressing your thumbs down on his nape— an obvious shiver being sent down Gojo's spine —you started to work out all the knots and kinks that you could feel. Rolling your wrists and pressing your palms into Gojo's shoulders, focusing on his muscles relaxing while your mind begins to wander. Feeling him flexing underneath you when you hit a tender spot, watching him tense up with a small grunt. It was so cute and hot at the same time how much of a baby face your partner had, and you wondered what he'd look like during sex.
Would he look like a total demon? Or like he was having his first time?
As your mind swirled with all the possibilities, and more, you had begun to get wet. Dampening your panties and letting it soak like it was a waterfall between your thighs. Eventually, Gojo noticed this growing warmth on his lower back, turning his head back slightly and angling his eyes to catch a glimpse of what he thought might be true.
"Getting wet, are you?" His cool tone making you jump, pretty eyes catching you in the act of daydreaming. "Do you like a good body as much as I do?"
"Uhm," You mumbled, unable to respond after being caught. "I-I suppose so, sir."
Gojo giggled at your response, pushing you off gently and rolling back onto his bum. Pulling you into his lap, his white lashes fluttered against your cheek while his boyish eyes sparkled.
"My name's Satoru Gojo, ya'know?" He teased, kissing your cheeks and holding your face in his massive hands. "Call me by name, it'll get way too kinky if you call me that!"
With a whimper, you were placed down onto the mat, the pillow that was placed ahead of time resting under your head with a small poof sound. Gojo towered over you, looking down at you like a large cat about to devour its prey. He licked his lips, hooking his fingers under your waistband and tugging down. Pulling your shorts and panties off in such a swift and quick motion you worried he torn them.
"Gotta get a taste of that juicy pussy," Gojo purred, his eyes practically glowing when they shot down to the moist area. Seeing your folds soaking in their own slick made his dick throb in their confindes.
"Looking mighty savory, aren't you?"
The vulgarity was making you shiver, watching in stunned silence as Gojo's hands pressed against your inner thighs and he quickly leaned his head down to sniff you. Hid body soon follows suit and resting on the mat, and his tongue catches you off guard when it flicks at your clit.
"Waah!!" You cry out, hands making their way to tug at Gojo's fluffy hair. "Th-That was too sudden, be careful!"
Gojo responds with a very muffled "I got this," and continues working your pussy with his mouth. It was almost a complete contrast from how Sukuna did it. It was sudden, and Gojo didn't leave anything to chance. Paying lots of attention to your hole while thumbing at your clit, practically grinding his nose under the hood and incidentally pinching it between the two.
He let out little sighs of satisfaction at your taste, letting the fluids into his mouth and pushing his tongue into your hole. Feeling you clench around him and forcing another jolt from his cock.
"God, you're making me so hard right now," Gojo taunted, swirling his tongue around and chuckling over how hard your cunt was sucking in his tongue. "So welcoming, I can't wait to feel how tight you are down here."
A few short moments and he had you cumming from his fingers and lips, your thighs shuddering under the force of your orgasm and an unexpected moan erupting from you. Gojo was a little surprised as well how fast he got you to cum, considering how much stamina you must've developed exercising here.
"Must be weak for someone good with his hands, eh?" Gojo smirked, feeling Sukuna's eyes burning holes in the side of his head. It was so worth it.
After his teasing resided, he looked over at Sukuna and asked what the first position was. With a grimace, Sukuna lifted the clipboard and read it off the top; "Reverse cowgirl."
The male cooed with delight, a smile on his face as he began peppering your neck with kisses and nibbles. You yelp when you're suddenly lifted into Gojo's lap and flipped around, pressing against a very firm bump in his lap. He pushed down his shorts and briefs as you look back to see just how big he was, and what you saw made you shudder.
It was massive.
"Oh my.." You mumble, trailing off as Gojo ripped open one of the condoms Sukuna provided. "Are you even sure it'll fit?"
Gojo nods as if to play with you, slipping the condom over his dripping and pink mushroomed tip. "Of course it will! I prepped you good for my cock, and you'll take it like a good girl."
Gojo's hand gripped his base firmly, tilting your ass up so he could get a good look at your pussy. Tracing his tip on the outline of your entrance, he pushed it into your opening and sighed once your tightness enveloped him.
It felt like heaven inside you.
You pulsed and squeezed in all of the right places as Gojo continued pushing himself inside you, putting it inside like a sword to its sheath. Once he felt his balls pressing against your swollen clit, grinding them against you, he laid down on the mat and held your hips in his hands.
"Go ahead and start the work out," Sukuna muttered from his spot by the tinted window, arms folded and staring down at where you and Gojo were now connected. "Make sure to be gentle, she's not some blow-up doll."
Gojo scoffs, sending a glare to his worker and receiving one in return.
Once you managed to catch your breath, you pressed your shins into the mat and lifted your hips. The friction of Gojo's shaft rubbing your insides as if he wasn't even wearing a condom, your nails digging into his thighs skin and creating indents. You whimpered at the feeling of Gojo's cock being so deep inside, feeling it rub all the bumps and spots that made your toes curl.
Soon, Gojo decided to take matters into his own hands.
Jutting his hips up and rocking you against him in a fast paced rhythm. Knocking his leaking tip against your womb, rubbing your clit against his swelling balls with every thump. It was hard to hold back your orgasm like this, the pressure you were getting was almost perfect.
"..Five.. Six.. Seven," Sukuna counted, watching your tits bounce and your back arch for someone that wasn't him. He didn't even want to pay any mind to Gojo, but it was him that was making you feel so good.
Making your face morph with pleasure and bounce so perfectly. You looked so cute and sexy, that it made Sukuna grunt with lust. He's ashamed he's so horny for his client, seeing you everyday get fucked by someone that wasn't him and imagine it was himself doing it. He had that one chance, and he took it, and now his cock was being punished in its confines, dripping and oozing for you.
"O-Okay, time to move to a different position," He announced, looking at his clipboard and hearing a pop! "Scissor style. Miss, please lay on your side and we'll continue."
You nod, panting and shaky, already almost spent. It was a surprise that you weren't used to this, it was like the first time you ever walked into the gym all over again. Laying down, you lazily lifted your leg, watching Gojo come up over you once again and putting it over his shoulder. Slipping his cock back inside you and groaning quietly, looking down and watching your hole constrict around him as he started moving his hips, holding onto your leg and kissing your calf.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Gojo said, rubbing up your thigh and pressing his hand against your hip. "I want to come so bad inside you, but there's this fucking condom."
Your whimpers and moans were like music to Sukuna's ears, watching you struggle to hold your orgasm back after being edged. Seeing how tight your tummy was clenching just to handle Gojo's sharp thrusts, his pubic bone slapped against your thigh. He let out a groan, pressing his brows together as his movements became sloppy and desperate.
He really wanted to cum.
"..Nine.. Ten!" Sukuna clapped, startling both you and Gojo at the same time with his presence. Seeing as he wasn't normally as handsy like any other day, but oh did he want to.
"You'll now be switching to missionary, the final position for today. Anyways, before we do that.."
Sukuna took a few steps towards you and sat down a little ways from your head as Gojo released you from your compromising position. Your confusion made him smirk, watching in amusement as your face changed from a look of confusion to embarrassment and pure cuteness.
"You'll be sucking me off, too," He finished, undoing himself from his pants and letting his hard cock slap against his stomach. The tip was oozing with pre-cum, dripping down the underside and ending up trailing along one of the veins that was throbbing.
"You could get written up for that," Gojo interjected, glaring at Sukuna's dick like he was hoping it'd just fall off. "Against policy, y'know?"
Sukuna shrugged, fisting himself for a moment while you were still stunned and not paying attention to the argument at all. Looking up at the enlarged head until it was tapping its pearled up tip to your puffy lips, pressing and rubbing for you to invite it inside. Your eyes sparkled while Sukuna and Gojo continued their banter before you opened your mouth and began to suck on the tip.
"Just don't be a dick and let it—" Cutting himself off with a moan and slapping a hand to his face, turning his attention back down to you whom was already making around the halfway mark and suckling gently on his cock.
You let out a small purr at the taste, seeing as you had been wondering its flavor for quite some time, and having it finally was making you feel better than before. A large hand patted your head, causing you to look up and see Sukuna's proud smirk plastered on his face.
"Like it?" He asked, playing with your hair and gesturing to Gojo to get into the next instructed position. "Keep sucking, just make sure that you don't choke."
You nod, resting on your back as your partner lifted your legs over his hips. The familiar stretch of Gojo's dick pushed back inside your cunny, dripping and squelching as he started to move and press his thumb against your clit. Rocking his hips hard against you to try and get your attention back onto him, watching your mouth take Sukuna deeper and deeper into your throat.
"That shouldn't be so sexy, dammit," Gojo huffed, working up a sweat as he pressed his hands on the mat next to your hips. "Fuck.. so tight and warm.."
With each of your holes being filled up, you moaned around Sukuna's. Feeling the pleasure touching every nerve ending and limb that was being consumed. It was as if you were being welcomed into a hug, even though the people currently embarrassing you had some form of hate for each other.
Sukuna grunted, holding your head in place while he started to move his hips. His cock tapping at the back of your throat and your drool pooling around its middle, an almost harsh pace being set to where you wanted to choke.
"Is it too much?" Sukuna teased, looking down at your flushed face.
Although you couldn't speak, you let out a small whimper, running your tongue on the side of his cock and watching his brow twitch. He let out a chuckle, a groan following it, and a sigh. Feeling your soft lips around him made him want to finish already, and he most likely will even though Gojo was there and would tease him about it for the days to come.
While Sukuna's dick knocked at the back of your throat Gojo's cock rubbed at your sweet spot deep inside. Grinding his pelvis into your clit, squeezing at your hips until you knew they'd have bruises tomorrow. His large palms made they're way up your body, tickling at your sides until his thumbs grazed at your nipples.
Rubbing around them and playing with them while he moved his hips against you gently, even though he should've been going at a faster pace.
"Squeezing me so tight," Gojo mumbled, thumbing your nipples and cupping your tits. His eyes glowed with want as his hips started to pick up their pace. "Gonna make me cum so fast, Y/n."
"M-Mgh!" You responded in return, feeling Gojo's fingers pinch and tug at your nipples. Bending his head down to suckle on them, licking around your swelling nub until it was a bright red.
"Such sexy lil' nipples too. Wahh, I get why Sukuna was so protective of oyu now!"
The man in question grunted, his face flushed and rocking his hips into your mouth more. Panting and playing with your hair while his cock continued to drool and drip more into your mouth. Soon Sukuna's aching member gave a final throb and shot his load down your throat.
A warm and bitter taste on your tongue, you swallowed. Some of the excess dribbling down the corner of your lips and landing on the tatami mat, Sukuna's cock pulling from the heat of your mouth with a pop!
"Thanks, darling," Sukuna teased, watching your fucked out expression get worse. "You've got a great mouth on you."
Letting out a little whimper, Sukuna pinched your chin between his fingers, leaning his head down and pressing a small kiss to your bottom lip. It sends a shudder down your spine and made your toes curl.
His lips were so soft and warm even if it was for a brief moment. Once he pulled away, you noticed Sukuna's other hand trailing down between your breasts and down your stomach. Drawing an invisible line while Gojo's eyes followed, watching as it went further and further to meet your clit.
You gasp at the contact, feeling Sukuna circle his fingers in slow and gentle circles, Gojo's dick throbbing and pulsing between your folds adding additional pleasure. Sukuna started peppering kisses on your temple while his eyes continued to bore down at your little nub. Telling Gojo to go faster and make you arch your back, to which he did even though he had a grimace on his face.
"I'm gonna cum soon, shit," You whimper, reaching down and wrapping a hand around Gojo's wrist. Digging your nails into his skin as another orgasm began to wash over you.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! Gojo!"
All he needed was your voice to cum, to fill up your insides while your pussy clenched. The soft moans leaving Gojo makes you blush, seeing him pressing his brows together and closing his eyes. A slight sweat collecting on his hairline and making his bangs stick to his forehead.
"Mgh! Take it, c'mon," Gojo grunted under his breath as if he wasn't talking to you specifically, pumping his cock and riding through your climaxes together.
Once his hips settled and your breaths calmed, Sukuna sat up and licked at his fingers. Tasting your slick on his digits while Gojo pulled from your now puffy and cumming pussy. The pair may not like each other, not in the slightest, but they both mentally agreed you were absolutely ravishing when you came.
"Good session everyone," Sukuna said after a few moments with his shorts and underwear pulled up. "Though I didn't like your partner for today, he was... alright."
"Alright?" Gojo scoffed, scrunching up his nose and panting. "I did amazing. That's the word you're looking for, mister."
While you patted yourself down with a towel Sukuna provided you with, your brain was still in a blur from your high. Looking from both of them, you hummed and sat up as best you could.
"Both of you made me feel good," You finally mumble as the duo turn their attention to you once again. "So thank you to both of you. I'll be looking forward to next time, maybe."
Maybe?
Now that you had dropped the pounds you felt were needed to be lost, you had been considering whether staying with the gym would be the best for you. And you could tell that on the two male's faces that they had gotten the gist of it, seeing a pout look on both of their faces.
"At least one more session wouldn't hurt, right?" an unfamiliar voice said from the door, causing a sudden shock of embarrassment wash over all three of you.
At the door stood Getou Suguru, one of the other trainers at the gym that was here to run you down about its policy in the first place. His black hair was tied up in a small bun, in a plain grey T and some gym pants.
"Your one month membership is going to expire anyways," He said matter of faculty, his lidded eyes scanning over your shaky figure. "It'll be like a fare well parting gift, I suppose."
You hum, trying to hide most of your body while Gojo continued to be stark naked in front of you. Getou shrugged his shoulders, stepping further into the room so he could close the door and tapped his side.
"It's not my choice though, so I can't comment."
You eventually dress, saying goodbye to your partner, Sukuna, and Getou before making your way to the showers to head home for the evening. While you didn't want to stay any longer, and you needed to at least get your friends off your back about the place, Getou's point did make sense.
It'd be a waste to just let your membership go to waste over one day.
After gathering your things, you walked over to the sign-out sheet and wrote your name. Placing one last session for you, and just waiting to see what was going to happen. Shoko had gotten to work a little after 9, but she was a tired little mess.
Her sleepy eyes glossy as they looked up at you from over the rim of her cup of coffee. "One more session, love?"
"Mhm," You respond, handing her the sheet and waving. "I'll be seeing you guys one last time, then it's back to my normal schedule!"
You walked out the glass paned doors and down the sidewalk towards your home. Inside, you knew you'd miss the place, but it was just convenient for your weight loss at the time.
"Man, it shouldn't be this hard to say goodbye," You chuckle to yourself, a smile on your face as you continued to walk home.
Waiting patiently for your last day at the sex gym you had grown to adore.
Tumblr media
a/n:: ty for enjoying and taking the time to read this! i didn't know where i was going with this, and honestly was hoping to post this sooner than now! Looking forward to writing the next part soon!! ^^ a/n::
Tumblr media
og drabble || next part
535 notes · View notes
kazutora-lover · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Not A Dream It's Love — Feel It
Itoshi Rin x gn!reader
Tumblr media
Genre: fluff, angst, best friends to lovers
Summary: You lose who you love the most — or, how you turn your biggest nightmare into your biggest blessing
Warnings: nothing too dramatic I suppose? Slightly ooc!rin?
Notes: Ugh, I don't even know what this is tbh skskskw. This is the first time that I've written something on the angstier side. I genuinely feel self-conscious about this one but oh well, hope someone enjoys ~
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"We need to break up."
You couldn't believe your ears. Did Rin, your boyfriend of many years, your fiancé really just tell you that he is breaking up with you? Yes, you had bickered here and there like a normal and healthy couple would, but nothing serious ever occurred and you always made up immediately after. The both of you were way too attached to each other.
You didn't understand. What happened to Rin to want to break up with you all of a sudden? Did Rin fall out of love with you? Did you say or do something so utterly stupid that Rin couldn't take it anymore? But that couldn't be, you would know if you did such thing. For sure.
"Huh? Rin wait, what are yo—"
You wanted to grab him, take your lover's hand into your own and talk it out but Rin didn't budge. His facial expression was unreadable and even if you tried hard enough to look past his facade, you couldn't see anything but determination. He really meant those horrible words you never wanted to hear. Especially not from him. The love of your life.
"I'm breaking up with you, y/n."
You really didn't know how to react. Your lips started to wobble involuntarily and your body began to shake like the loose leafs that hung on for dear life on a windy autumn day.
The way your full name left the lips of your lover in question, hurt you more than you could've ever imagined. Not even a knife to your heart could've caused you such tremendous pain. You're sure it couldn't. All that would be left, was a wound so deep it could never heal and yet it still would've healed better than your soul that came crushing down on you.
Your voice sounded hoarse. It's like you've been crying for hours already and yet it's only been mere minutes. Minutes of trying to figure out what had caused this.
"Why? Please tell me what it is? Did I make you uncomfortable? Did I not give you enough space? Or did someone else do something to make you say this?"
You couldn't help the thoughts rushing through your head. You felt like you were in a rush, one second being left unspoken and Rin would slip away and out of your hands like everything was a mere fever dream.
"Y/n, please don't make it harder than it already is. I don't love you anymore and to be honest, I've stopped loving you months ago."
The dark haired man let out a groan, really not being in the mood for any discussions. He just wanted to get it over with. No disruptions whatsoever.
"While I was with you, I realized that we were never meant to be and to be honest, we probably never have been to begin with. You were just never the person I ought to have. And you can't give me what I need. Needless to say that you've been damn clingy too. Thanks to that because it made me realize things before we were able to get married."
By now your face was drenched by your salty tears. You didn't even realize when exactly they started to fall but your emotions equaled an ocean right now — and oceans are big. Your broken heart in exchange? It got shattered into millions of small pieces.
You were sure no one would ever be able to pick up the pieces ever again. And if someone ever managed to pick up a few, there would be a lot of them missing, still. No one could love you like Itoshi Rin. You couldn't love anyone like you love Itoshi Rin.
"You'll get over it, Y/n. Don't worry about the apartment. I'll get my clothes and the other stuff by next week and then you're free to do whatever you want with the rest. Don't worry about sleeping on the sofa either. I'm sleeping at someone else's place."
It felt unbelievable how Rin didn't show the slightest tinge of emotion. He said those things with a tone so normal, you would think he was about to congratulate you on whatever happy ending you just achieved.
Rin began to disappear out of your vision but you couldn't move your body. You felt trapped, paralyzed and helpless. Screams of Rin's name left your lips but it was to no avail. The man you loved slipped right through your fingertips.
Tumblr media
You must've been gone for a little bit because when you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a rather worried pair of eyes that stared right back at you.
There they were again, those teal eyes you loved so much but wait — what was Rin doing, sitting next to you?
With a voice as raspy as it was before, you called out for the very man by your side. "Rin?"
Rin sighed in relief at the sound of your voice and placed one of his slightly cold hands on your forehead. "Y/n for fucks sake, you need to stop doing that. Stop pushing yourself when you're sick. You've got me worried shitless."
You on the other hand couldn't quite grip what was happening. Rin was calling you by your nickname. The name only he used for you. Then you took a look around and slowly came to notice that you were in your room, resting on your bed with Rin right by your side.
Before you could stop yourself you blurted out, "Say my name again. Please?"
Your best friend took a good look at you at first but obliged nonetheless, though a little hesitantly, ".... Y/n?"
That's it. You were having a fever dream. None of that shit you dreamt about was real. You know it because you and Rin aren't even a thing. You aren't engaged nor are you dating. You're just .... friends. You're STILL friends.
Before you even understood what was happening to you, hot tears began to roll down your cheeks and not even a few seconds later, two soft hands engulfed your warm cheeks to wipe the salty droplets away.
That was all it took — all it took for you to shoot up and draw Rin in for a hug. A hug you desperately needed. Because even though you were aware of the fact that none of the events you just went through were real, you needed to feel Rin's warmth, his body, his heartbeat and the fact that he wouldn't slip away again.
The latter was at a loss for words as he stumbled forwards messily and right into his best friend's arms, yours. He immediately felt that something was wrong. Something felt different and it was a first for Rin to feel disheartened.
While the dark haired man opted to tighten his arms around you, he couldn't help himself to ask, in the softest voice he could muster, "Y/n? You wanna talk about it?"
It took Rin a few seconds, seconds way too long for his liking until he received a response. It was quiet and muffled and accompanied by occasional sniffles but he understood it nonetheless. "No need, it was just a stupid nightmare."
A low sigh escaped Rin's lips as he spoke, his voice dangerously close to your ear. "You know you can tell me everything, right?"
A shiver ran down your spine at the way Rin talked to you, cared for you. After realizing that you've been spacing out again, Rin squeezed your torso in assurance.
"I know. Thank's Rin."
But deep in your mind, you had a different answer.
"No. Not about this one."
Tumblr media
A few days have gone by and you were good to go again. All thanks to your friends who stopped by multiple times a day to make sure you took care of yourself. Or more like, for them to take care of you because they knew how whiny you could get at times of their absence.
In the moments you were alone, you had enough time to think about what happened in that hellish nightmare of yours. You were almost convinced that your dream wanted to tell you something.
Would it be better to keep your feelings to yourself? All bottled up? Should you just move on and forget about Rin? You still have him as your best friend, right? Maybe that's as close as you'll get but at least you won't lose him, ever.
You felt the uneasiness creep up again because you actually planned to confess your feelings soon. Now? You weren't so sure anymore....
Tumblr media
This time you were at home at Rin's place. You guys originally planned a movie night with some of your shared friends, or more like only your friends, as Rin only endured their presence because of you. Turns out the other's had different plans all of a sudden. So you went to Rin's alone. At least you could watch whatever you wanted, as the two of you weren't as picky as the others were.
While Rin sat on his sofa and got comfortable already, you sat on the floor in front of the tv, ready to choose whatever movie you would watch. "Rin, wanna watch a horror movie?"
You wriggled with your eyebrows and Rin couldn't help but laugh at you. "Yeah? Let's watch one Y/n, bet you'll end up crying like a baby."
You loved to hear Rin laugh, it's so beautiful and melodic. Melodic it was indeed because it stopped before you got to enjoy more of it, "And come sit on the sofa, are you trying to go blind down there so close to the tv?"
Turning your head to look at him, you threw him a little smirk, "You're one to talk, aren't you?"
A scoff and an eye roll later and he told you to finally sit down with him or else he wouldn't allow you to ever sit down on his sofa again.
When you asked him why, he had told you that the floor was dirty. Jokes on him though because.. did that mean that his place was dirty to begin with?
He didn't take it well when you told him that.
More than an hour later and you guys were fully engulfed in the movie. Well, you were. Somehow.
Rin didn't understand what exactly it was that captured your interest, as he thought the movie was way too boring and predictable. His interest though, laid upon you and you alone.
He watched as your eyes flickered from one corner of the tv to another, analyzing the actors movements with caution and reminding yourself under your breath that whatever you were seeing wasn't real.
Rin found it amusing how you always claimed to like horror movies but still got scared of them by the end anyways. And suddenly he felt like being mischievous as his arm found its way around your form to give you a surprising squeeze.
A big jump and one loud shriek of yours later and you found Rin next to you, chuckling. And even though you would've enjoyed the sight of him enjoying himself, you almost emptied your bladder right then and there.
A soft but exaggeratedly shaken sigh left your lips as you spoke, almost breathlessly, "Rin for fucks sake, you scared me."
The man in question shot you a deadpan look and raised a brow, "Yeah? Wasn't me though, your imagination must be playing tricks on you. How scary."
Another sigh left your parted lips and almost involuntary, your secret got spilled, in a voice as quiet as a whisper.
"Not as scary as my feelings for you."
And Rin heard. If the background noise of the tv was loud seconds ago, it was as quiet as a pin dropping to the floor when you spoke. And his eyes followed every single movement of your lips as to make sure that he's not the one imagining things now.
For him, the movie and everything else around him has been long forgotten. It's you he's interested in and he's going to make sure that this time, he will make his next step your new reality.
You don't have to be scared of your feelings if they're reciprocated, right?
At least that's what Rin believed, as his heart had found its place in your palms long ago.
Tumblr media
570 notes · View notes
wonysugar · 9 months
Text
show them | lee chaeyoung
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
synopsis: your camgirl best friend invites you to feature in one of her shows<3
pairing: camgirl!isa x fem!reader
genres: just pure smut tbh nothing else going on LOL
warnings: degradation, heavy humiliation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, objectification, kind of dumbification
word count: 1069
a/n: so i was working on my sana fic, but i had this thought stuck in my head and it wasn’t letting me concentrate so i wrote this instead. here are some crumbs to feast off of while i finish the rest!!
Tumblr media
“thank you so much for the donation seraphinee!” thanked your best friend, isa, as she was pumping her fingers in and out of you with no mercy whatsoever whilst reading the comments and checking the tips. it’s been about 40 minutes and you still couldn’t fully believe you were here doing this, getting used in front of a camera, with a whole audience watching. and you were even more shocked that you enjoyed every bit of it.
first, her casually confessing that she did this for a living, and then straight up inviting you to one her lives? it all felt like a fever dream, but here you were.
“do you see this, baby? people are liking it, alot. maybe i should invite you over more often.” she said in a playful tone, still working her fingers inside of your walls, making you clench around her as you moaned out her name repeatedly. “don’t you think so, y/n?” she added as she increased the speed of her movements, making you a whining mess. words couldn’t come out of you, you weren’t bothered enough to make them come out.
“answer me, you slut.” she harshly pulled on your hair, making your head throw back as her fingering grew rougher by the second, making it even harder for you to form a complete and correct sentence.
“y-yes isa, i - fuck - i think so t-too.” you said, eyes rolling at the back of your head at her calling you ‘such a good girl’ for her. being so vulnerable like this for hundreds of people to see and get off to, getting used like this by your own best friend, all of it, turned you on so much. then, as you were getting closer to your climax, her rough movements suddenly stopped.
“awe, you didn’t get to cum, did you, baby?” she mocked, you whined out of impatience, bucking your hips for any type of friction, mumbling and muttering little ‘please’s as she chuckled. it was honestly pathetic.
“sooo needy. and you’re letting everybody see you like this, too. everyone can see how much of a fucking whore you really are, and you’re just letting it happen hm? you like being used by your best friend while a bunch of nobodies jerk off to it, don’t you, you dumb fucking bitch?” she giggled as your chest heaved up and down, desperately trying to find enough oxygen. then, she pulled out her fingers, which earned a slow whimper from you, proceeded to lick them thoroughly and turned to the chat.
“my loves, what do you think we should use on this poor, naughty little thing? she clearly would cum to basically anything at this point, i mean, have you seen her?” she mockingly said, spreading apart your pussy lips with two fingers so everybody saw how dripping wet you were, it was so embarrassing, but you loved it so much. “so, let your imagination run wildd.”
lots of objects were coming up, some of them absolutely ridiculous, but most people were suggesting something pretty average, like a vibrator or a dildo. isa, at that moment, was feeling cheeky, so she chuckled to herself and grabbed a vibrator from her drawer.
she motioned for you to get on your back, cunt diagonally facing the webcam, she set the toy on the highest level, not even bothering to look at the donations anymore. she was focused on you now, and only you.
“now, i’m gonna use this on you. you are not allowed to cum until i say you can, okay darling?” her eyes and voice lustful, like her only intention was to ruin every part of you, it sent chills down your spine. you nodded.
“words.” she added, you shivered. “y-yes ma’am.” is what weakly came out of your mouth, and in response, she laughed in your face.
“ma’am? god, you really are a whore. you’re like a stupid bitch in heat. you probably can’t even think right, poor thing.” she said, still laughing at you. soon enough, she pressed the vibrator against your clit, making you gasp at the sudden sensation. you swore you could’ve just came right then and there. but you couldn’t, you had to hold it in. for isa.
what felt like an hour passed and she pressed it harder, sometimes to the point that it hurt you, but she didn’t give a fuck about that. in fact, she wanted you to be in pain. she knew how much you wanted to cum, but she also knew the amount of effort you were putting in not to.
“pleaseeepleasepleaseplease isa let me cumm please i’ve been so g-good.” you begged, letting go of every last bit of dignity you had left, which already wasn’t a lot. but, you couldn’t help it, you felt like you were gonna explode.
“hmmm… do you guys think we should let her?” she asked the audience, gently massaging your folds as she continued abusing your core with the toy, making it almost numb. fuck, it hurt.
she looked at the chat with an innocent smile plastered on her face, waiting for responses. when she saw them appear, she was a bit disappointed on seeing that most of them were a bunch of approvals on letting you cum, but she also did agree that you’ve went through enough for that day.
she looked at your shaking body with amusement, because that’s all you were at that moment. a fucktoy, something to entertain her. “you wanna cum, love?” she asked, acting as if it wasn’t obvious enough. you nod eagerly. you quietly begged her to let you finish, breathy moans escaping your mouth also. then, she put the vibrator away and… replaced it with her mouth?? “then cum on my tongue.” she ordered.
the feeling of her mouth on you felt incredible, especially after having nothing but a vibration on your clit for 10 whole minutes. you honestly felt pathetic, because a singular swipe of the tongue is what brought you to your peak. you closed your eyes as the orgasm you’ve been waiting so long for hits you like a truck. you let out a long and loud moan, calling out to her in any way you could think of. that’s the thing, you weren’t able to think, it all just felt sososososo good.
“that’s right, show them how good i made you feel, y/n.”
Tumblr media
372 notes · View notes
kryptonian-bat-thing · 3 months
Text
okay this is it imma bout to rant about fiction once again
tell me why everyone knows and loves or at least has a strong opinion about the Lego Batman Movie, but i might just be the only human being who grew up IN LOVE with the Lego Batman Videogame(s)???
[THIS THING CONTAINS SPOILERS, I TRIED TO KEEP EM OUT BUT WHATS THE FUN IN THAT]
Tumblr media
the first one is CLASSIC, no voice actors so child me could (and also couldn't cuz i was stupid) understand what was going on since I didn't speak english at all, and i remember LOVING the designs (they're not as good as i remember 😭) even tho i had no idea who the characters besides batman, robin and catwoman were. also that was when i fell in love with poison ivy cuz she had like ??? love powers (as i said, child me was a dumdum) cuz there was this one level where she controlled batman with a kiss akjdkakfkakdja
Tumblr media
i remember i had a crush on justin bieber a little before the second game came out (it was babybabybabyohh) and then BOOM suddenly my childhood crush was a friggin blocky plastic minifigure wearing goth furry clothes:
Tumblr media
(also, young me wouldn't know, but this is where i got most of the superbat vibes from-- when i saw this ship years later i was like "oh yeah, i remember in the videogame clark was head over heels for B and bruce was like 'i am the knight' which is batman code for ilyt", plus dick (who's dressed at tim for whatever reason) is like "oh yeah, why don't we call superman?" I'm telling ya he ships it
Tumblr media
...i remember the whole game story like it's a fever dream i had-- there's an award show which bruce wins, joker jokers it up and batman & robin chase him, then i remember robin says something about how "dick grayson couldn't attend the party because they didn't take teenagers" (I didn't know who dick was so this was my introduction to him) and then fire in the elevator, SUPERMAN, [SPOILERS] he and bats visit lexcorp but turns out the other gay couple aka lex and joker did some lexing and jokering around and got a weapon that kills... black???? so batman would die-- but like-- he's not black, he's wearing black clothes-- oh shit, are they racist-- /j
now comes the final one:
Tumblr media
wow this one is in space! kinda-- brainiac shows up and i remember this was the first time i saw j'onn and-- wait-- this robin is the same but-- in the scene where [SPOILER] batman is being mind controlled he says his name is.. tim drake?? who tf is tim drake, kid me would say. wow, there's more than one robin, kid me would say.
but then again, I didn't have this game cuz my dad was sick of spending our lunch money on videogames, so he got a gameplay online (just the cutscenes), glued them together and told me IT WAS A MOVIE (actually, i just assumed it) and i kept believing that until i saw my friend GAMEPLAYING said movie on his VIDEOGAME, one more evidence to "i was a dumb child.
and there was superbat shit in this one as well!! there's this scene where [SPOILERS] big blue babyboy is being mind controlled and is giant (tbh idek why he's giant and I'm not sure if they address why-- something to do with brainiac's shrinking kink i think) and brainiac is like "kill him" and bruce goes like "clark, ur my bestie, I don't say it often but i realized i gotta say it more cuz earlier tim almost got his ass eaten by a random alien and i felt fear" and clark is like "🥺🥺🥺" and mind control breaks with yay power of friendship (the whole plot is how in the beginning tim saying he was tim got bruce out of mind control which meant bruce cares about tim but bruce thinks it was cuz the batmobile went shock on him, so in the end he admits he was wrong and everyone hugs wow)
and after that i forgot dc was a thing until like four years later when dc superhero girls came out
anyway, thanks tumblr for listening to this lmao i just dumped my whole childhood in here, I'm glad this thing don't have character limit
31 notes · View notes
whiskey-tango-matcha · 11 months
Text
Downfall (pt 1/2)
Hi guys, I’m back after a month hiatus. I meant to make this one part, but tbh I need to break this thing up a little - it’s going to be like 2 very distinct parts, if that makes sense. 
Anyway! This is per the usual a male-centric sickfic that features Elijah and Greyson, and it’s a big ol’ contagion dumpster fire. Seriously, if you’re not into contagion this won’t be your thing lol. Elijah is real bad at keeping his germs to himself. It’s based loosely on one of the prompts in my inbox, but nothing from the prompt features in this part (lol, sorry) so I’ll post the prompt at the end of the next part. Thank you to whoever is sending prompts!! I love and am inspired by all of them. 
Next part will hopefully be up tomorrow or Sunday! 
Onward :)
cw: male, colds, fevers, coughing, contagion, some mess
Downfall
“No fuckin’ way you’re sick again.”
Elijah rolled his eyes from behind a tissue and flipped Greyson off. “I don’t wandt to talk about it,” he said, collapsing into his rolling chair next to the chef and blowing his nose. “hhGTSHH-uhh! Snfr. And also,” Elijah tossed the tissue in the trashcan and looked pointedly at Greyson. “You stay the fugck away from mbe.”
Greyson recoiled and barked out a shocked chuckle. “Stay the fuck away from you? What, did you have a dream I tried to stab you or something?” He shuffled through their shared cabinet of medicines and plopped the dayquil and ibuprofen in front of his boss. “Or do you think I gave you this, your fourth cold in less than three months? Because I,” Greyson placed a hand on his own chest languidly, “have an amazing immune system.”
“Oh Jesus fuckigg Christ,” Elijah groaned, snapping open the bottle of dayquil and chugging.
“Well, congrats, Grey. You just fucked yourse – hhINGSTZUE! Snf. Yourself.” Elijah pulled more tissues from the box on their shared desk and blew his nose again while Greyson laughed.
“You’re so goddamn dramatic,” Greyson said, sitting back in his chair and watching his boss try to collect himself. “I would’ve loved to have met you in middle school.”
“Fuck off,” Elijah said, pressing his fingers deep into his aching eye sockets. Greyson, taking pity on him, pushed the ibuprofen towards the GM. “Thangks,” Elijah said, taking a few with a sip of an old water cup sitting next to the computer. He turned back to Greyson, his look no longer one of bemusement. “I’mb serious, though. Dond’t combe any closer than where you’re at right now.”
“I wish you were less cryptic sometimes. It’s like working with a troll that guards a bridge and won’t speak to you clearly unless you solve his riddles three.”
Elijah sighed and unzipped his jacket. “Grey, we have that wedding this weekend.”
“And?” Greyson asked holding his hands palms-up, expectant.
“And,” Elijah said, turning to cough into his sleeve, away from Greyson. “Mbatt cannot handle a fifty-persond, special mendu wedding on his own, Grey. He’s great, but he isn’t ready for that.” Elijah gave Greyson a look as if to say ‘are you getting it now?’, but Greyson was still bald-faced. Elijah sighed again.
“If you get sigck, we’re fucked,” he stated simply. “So you have to stay away fromb – hhNGSTH-ue! GTSH! Hhuuh...huhIGSTZHUE!” Elijah crumpled towards the wall to sneeze into his sleeve. He felt Greyson push the tissue box over to his side of the desk, and held out the hand not currently tending to his nose to stop the chef.
“Alright, alright, relax,” Greyson said, sitting back in his chair while Elijah pulled some tissues out and cleaned himself up. When he sat back up, he gave Greyson a watery glare.
“I’ll relax whend this week is over,” Elijah growled. “For ndow, just stay away. Okay? You cand help mbe out by leaving mbe alone and ndot getting sick. It’s our first wedding ever, Greyson, and I really wandt us to be able to do mbore. So it has to be perfect.”
“I’m sure the people getting married would describe ‘perfect wedding’ as ‘general manager of restaurant we’re getting married at sneezes through the ceremony’,” Greyson teased, standing and putting on his chef’s coat over his t-shirt. Elijah flipped the chef off, noncommittal.
“It’s only Mbonday,” Elijah said. “I’ll be good by Saturday.” He gave Greyson another very pointed look before the chef walked into the kitchen to begin the day’s prep. “You better be, too.”
“Oh, please, boss,” Greyson said, strolling out of the office and towards the prep table. “Like I said; my immune system is incredible.”
***
9:13AM
mornin, boss. just checking to make sure ur among the living.
10:42AM
hellooooo, lij, u good?
11:24AM
where r u??????
Greyson looked down at his phone for the tenth time in as many minutes; Elijah had read his texts, but hadn’t answered any of them. He tapped his foot impatiently and stared at the computer screen until he heard the ding of a new text.
11:36AM
Not coming in today. Sleeping off this plague so I’m 100% for the weekend. Did you need something from me?
The chef raised an eyebrow at his phone before typing out a response.
11:37AM
oh! k, nope im all good. feel better, if u need i can drop some soup or smthn off to u??
11:38AM
I’m alright. Thx. Text me if the numbers jump up, I’ll come in for service for anything over 100 covers.
Greyson clicked his phone off without responding; he wouldn’t text Elijah even if the covers jumped to eight million. If that man was taking a sick day, he obviously needed it.
Although he was surprised, Greyson couldn’t say he didn’t think his boss needed this sick day; Elijah had basically huddled in the office all day yesterday, only to be roused for the rush around 7PM. After an hour or so of table touching, he’d retreated back to his chair to cough and sneeze in peace.
“Christ, boss, where the hell did you pick this shit up?” Greyson had asked around 8 when he’d come into the office to do some paperwork post-rush. He’d leaned towards the GM to place a hand on his pale face, only to be rudely waved off.
“Dond’t touch mbe,” Elijah had croaked. “I’mb ndot risking you getting sick.”
Greyson had rolled his eyes. “Lij, please,” he said, “I haven’t caught any of your other thirty colds you’ve had this year, why would this be THE ONE?”
Elijah just shook his head, clearly too exhausted to answer. “Just trust mbe,” he said. “We ndeed you to be here for this wedding. I cand barely stand, Grey,” Elijah said; a rare moment of vulnerability. “Just give mbe the peace of mbind of you staying healthy.”
The chef sighed through his nose and took a step back. “Alright, boss,” he said, putting his hands up in defeat. “I won’t touch you. Just…I mean, just like, stay there. I’ll drive you home as soon as the guys are done cleaning.”
And that was exactly what he did. At ten, Greyson was waving to Elijah as the ill man trudged up the steps to his building, wondering how the hell he was going to make it all the way to the twentieth floor. By midnight, Elijah had stopped responding to his texts making sure he was alive, and now here he was, wondering who the hell this creature that slept in and took sick days was, and what it had done with his boss.
Greyson shoved his phone into his pocket and headed back into the kitchen. To his shock, Mark was standing at the prep table, obviously looking for him.
“The hell are you doing in my kitchen?” Greyson joked, clapping a hand on Mark’s back. The other man didn’t move, so Greyson walked around to face him. “Helloooo, earth to Mar -”
“HNGSTZHUE!” Mark, obviously unprepared for Greyson’s appearance, didn’t have time to raise his elbow all the way to his face. Greyson winced and attempted to step back, but the deed was done; he lifted a hand to his face and wiped the floor manager’s sneeze from his eyebrow.
“Oh shidt, Greysond, Chef, I’mb so sor – hh’TSHHzue! HhNGSTTZUE!” Mark managed to cover those with his sleeve, along with a crackling cough that went on entirely too long for anyone’s comfort.
“Yikes,” Greyson said, leading the floor manager into his office and easing him into Elijah’s chair. “Elijah got you good, man,” he joked, handing Mark the nearly-depleted box of tissues Elijah had left on the desk yesterday. Mark took one and held it in his hand, looking at Greyson miserably.
“I’mb so sorry Greyson, I didn’t mbean to sndeeze on you, Christ Elijah’s going to kill mbe,” Mark said, swiping the tissue under his nose and sniffling. Greyson chuckled at the younger man.
“I hope you mean you’re going to kill him for getting you sick,” he said, opening the medicine drawer for Mark’s perusal. Mark shook his head, not even bothering to look at the medicine.
“Ndo,” he said. “He’s beend like completely nuts about you ndot getting this… whatever, before the wedding. That’s why he isn’t here, he texted mbe this morning and asked if I could handle the floor on my own. He said he’s afraid he’s going to cough on you or something and the whole wedding will be ruined.” Mark looked up then, devastated. “But ndow it’s for ndothing, because I’m the one who’s going to get you sick.”  
Greyson slowly raised an eyebrow at Mark, then placed a kind hand on his knee. “Mark,” he said, “I say this with all the love in my heart: Elijah is a weirdo. He gets an idea in his head that something bad is going to happen and then it becomes inevitable in his mind. Trust me when I say that I have a great immune system, and I’m going to be fine. Okay?”
Mark nodded miserably and Greyson patted his knee again. “Good man,” he said. “Now, the real question is did you tell Elijah that you’re also sick as a dog?” Mark gave the chef an apologetic look, which Greyson knew meant no. Greyson pulled a hand down his face and sighed.
“Okay,” he said, digging through the medicine drawer. “Well. Take some of whatever strikes your fancy in here. I’m going to go have the hostess close the books for the night.”
Mark nodded, obviously exhausted. Greyson stopped himself halfway out the door to turn to the floor manager again. “And, uh...let’s not mention this to Elijah.”
Mark attempted a laugh. “Sure thing, Chef,” he said, swigging some dayquil. “We’re definitely ond the sambe page there.”
***
By ten PM, Greyson was more ready for a drink than anyone in the history of the world.
“Mark, go home!” he yelled through the kitchen doors when he heard the manager succumb to yet another coughing fit. “I’ll finish the damn paperwork, just gooooo.”
Mark slunk through the kitchen doors, shivering and sniffling, and barely acknowledged Greyson when he grabbed his coat and headed for the back doors.
“And don’t you fuckin’ dare come in tomorrow!” Greyson called as Mark gave a weak little wave goodbye behind his head. “I’ll tell Elijah you’re one foot in the grave.” Mark gave a thumbs up without looking back and pushed through the back doors, so only Greyson and his sous chef remained.
“Christ, he sounds like shit,” Greyson murmured, pulling a hand down his face. He turned to Matt, who was seated in Elijah’s chair looking through the schedule on the computer. “How’re you holding up?”
“Mmm, fine, Chef,” Matt said, scrolling through the document. Greyson could’ve been hearing things, but he swore Matt gave a liquid little sniffle afterward. He whipped his head towards his sous, eyes crazed.
“No,” he said, vehement. “Absolutely the fuck not.”
“It’s ndothing, Chef,” Matt said, still not looking away from the computer. Greyson audibly groaned and put both hands over his eyes, a weak attempt to escape the hell that was the pestilence Elijah had bestowed upon them all.
“Fuck, Matt,” Greyson muttered, sitting back up. “Okay, you go home. Now. I’ll finish your shit, too.”
“I’mb okay, Chef, really,” Matt said, pawing at his nose in an attempt to clear it. “I promi – ITSZH-ue!”
“Matt, oh my God, go,” Greyson said, exasperated. Matt flinched and nodded, logging off the computer and grabbing his jacket.
“I’ll be good by tomorrow, boss, I prombise,” Matt said, stifling a painful-sounding cough into his fist. Greyson gave him a look with eyes so wide that one started to twitch. Matt held up his hands and backed off. “Sorry,” he said.
“Matt, full offense, if you don’t get the hell out of this restaurant in the next three seconds, I’m going to drop kick you,” Greyson said, pointing towards the back door. “Go.”
Finally, Matt did as he was told and slipped out the back door, leaving Greyson to put his heavy head in his hands. Only one thing left to do.
Greyson picked up his cell phone from the desk and dialed his most-dialed contact.
“Hey, boss,” he said when Elijah picked up. “We, uh… we have a bit of an issue.”
101 notes · View notes
marimbles · 5 months
Note
I know this is super random and like a year late, but as the consummate marichat fan, what were your thoughts on Elation?
first of all, apparently there are two definitions of the word “consummate” and until now i only knew the first one. HDNSND
second, i have many thoughts about elation but they are honestly kind of mixed and jumbled!!! On one hand, WHAT AN EPISODE!!!!! it still feels like a fever dream lmao. marichat fell in love and went on a cute little date and he took her up way in the sky with his baton carrying her princess style and then they tango’d over to andre’s and wanted to get Love ice cream and then they had the CUTEST KISS EVER!!!!! nose kiss cheek kiss lip kiss combo are you kidding. Are you KIDDING me. then he was trying to be respectful and not take advantage??? 😭 and she got AKUMATIZED bc she wanted to keep kissing him so bad??? HDJDJD and then the angsty second kiss to break her free omfggggggg people died (im people). the little moment at the end too when they agree to go their separate ways but hug like good friends who are in love. Waaaaa my heart. It was all really really good. I loved it. When I first watched it I kept having to pause and pace around like a madman fhsndn
On the other hand, it was so different from my personal vision of marichat that I wasn’t totally sure how to feel! The essence Marichat to me has always been a friends-to-lovers slowburn, so “sin ship” stuff or fics where they very quickly fall into a relationship against their better judgment have never been my cup of tea. And this episode felt like sort of a tamer, canon-appropriate version of that? It came on so fast and was over just as quickly. marichat ended up being just a one-night fling, basically. which is fine because I i always figured it wouldn’t play a big role in the plot—we got wayyyy more marichat than I ever expected to get! So I’m grateful! I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth haha. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel sort of disappointed in how it all played out. because while I’ve always been rooting for reverse crush development, I never truly wanted a “love square flip” in the sense of them completely switching love interests from ladrien to marichat. That idea never felt super authentic to the characters to me. I feel like OG crush is so baked in to the love square, you know? This probably sounds rich coming from such a loud annoying marichat stan lmao but I always think of them as still being partly in love with OG crush underneath it all, even if marichat are together.
Anyway, i guess I just had a hard time processing it at all because I had a very specific vision/preference for how I wanted the love square to play out—which was basically, reverse crush develops simultaneously with OG crush and they have to figure out how to deal with being in love with two people at once, and then at the reveal they get the relief of knowing it was always the same person all along, and of course they fell for them twice. Idk to me that would be the most satisfying culmination of the love square—one of the most interesting romantic plot elements I’ve ever seen! And that’s not how the show writers decided to go. Which is OK. We got so much good love square and there will be more to come. I really have been trying to let go of what was always just my personal preference for the LS. But at the time I couldn’t help but feel it was sort of wasting a lot of potential by going in this direction. And that did kind of sour my experience watching elation. marichat was set up and discarded so quickly, as if to both satisfy the fans and also shut them up lol. like “here, you got your marichat, you animals. and now that door is permanently closed bc we just proved how it would never work.” Hahaha. And tbh maybe that was a necessity! Like the closure of that possibility.
All in all elation was an amazing episode. It just made me sort of sad at the end, watching marichat die within minutes of becoming canon. also at the time there were a bunch of marichat stans being kind of obnoxious and salting on ladrien which also dampened the mood a lot for me. So I felt weirdly sad for a while after watching it, even tho it was such an exciting ride that I’d been looking forward to. I guess I just keep thinking “yes this is what I wanted!! …except not like this tbh”
lol I’m so entitled Im sorry….we ate SO good. Elation will always be iconic. Weredad is still my all-time favorite episode though! :)
22 notes · View notes
greenvlvetcouch · 7 months
Note
Hi idk if anyone's asked this and if they have feel free 2 ignore but I was just wondering if ur OLD old fics might ever be going back up? I mean back to your dramione/wolfstar seven minutes in heaven fics. Completely understand if not, loving your new work and think the boundaries you've set regarding demanding work from you are no brainers, just asking out of curiosity!! Always thought your first few wolfstar one shots were really sweet 😋
SO, i do have this mentioned on my pinned post, but not fully explained. i think i will say idk if my dramiones are being put back up. i don’t care to finish them, they will never be finished. i think there was only two there, plus a dreomione, and i just..,,,don’t quite care anymore if we’re being honest.
i’ll probably orphan them, maybe not. all except the taste of blood, which i have some plans for that i might get around to someday.
as for the rest, things like rosekiller dads or birthday boy, those are ongoing with no end in sight. there is no real ‘story’ to complete, so i’ve reposted those as i update and didn’t see an issue with that. also, neither of those were ever really an issue.
as for that old lot of seven minutes in heaven/the veritaserum or dare/etc, i think i’d like to scan over those before releasing them again. there’s some typos, i haven’t been too fussed as i really felt no one cared to read them, tbh. but i have no reason to not toss them back up in the end.
the main ones at the moment i’m holding on to are black mass and qod and any of my longer fics. every man makes a god, that and rosekiller will be put back up when the jegulus companion is done. i just basically, don’t want them out there until they’re done so i can wipe my hands of them and be on with it.
i’ve seen comments wondering why i took them down, made it a huge deal, and didn’t just leave them be which honestly, made me feel a bit silly because sometimes by trying to do something simple like take the work down, i feel i’ve made an ass of myself in the process. boundaries are not my strong suit, and they were not taken well, so i feel quite dumb. had everyone been chill, i would have not felt this way but now i’ve very much seen the chaos it’s caused and how that could have been avoided had i….,not done that. deal with it and ate it, been ‘the bigger person,’ idk.
it brought entirely too much attention which is what i had wanted to avoid in the first place. so now i look like an ass who took their work down and all i ever do is bitch about said work and issues because i took it down and it’s not fun, not great. i put my work back up and then it’s like….all that fuss and for what? i made a big deal out of ‘nothing’, i suppose is how i feel sometimes now.
but black mass is the main issue and idk when that will be back up. i wanted to post it with the epilogue but i’ll be so honest, i am struggling with that. the hate and the general way everyone has been over it, has treated me over it (ignoring my choices that brought more attention and hate, which i suppose i blame on myself) i do feel a lot of the time like that story was taken from me, in a sense. by the people who have been Not Nice, not those who have read and loved and supported it.
those people made it Not Fun and i refuse to rush the epilogue because at the end of the day black mass means the most to me, but it does feel..,,tainted almost. and to write the epilogue i’m going to have to really push that aside and i just haven’t yet. it’s sitting in mix mashed pieces at the moment and i got burnt out on the whole aspect, entirely too focused on trying to please others.
so, sorry. that was long and you didn’t ask about black mass, but i’ve been thinking on this. so, someday the older wolfstar will be back! but dramione and anything not marauders? nah, those are. like a past life fever dream to me.
29 notes · View notes
epiphanytear · 30 days
Text
Favorite k-pop group tag game!
Thanks to @cosmicdreamgrl , @cordiallyfuturedwight, and @aprylynnfor the tag 🫶
Who is your favorite k-pop group?
B 🕺 T 🕺S goes without saying lol
Which member sparked your interest first?
Taehyung! I kept seeing things from Jump on insta and his voice really drew me in
Who was your first bias?
Yoongi, my beloved
What makes them your current bias?
Ok, where do I begin. First of all, Yoongi is my first bias and I suppose I could say he is my ultimate bias, but just barely. It’s a very minuscule amount which is why I say I have a bias line, and for me that is the hyung line, and no I don't consider them bias wreckers. They are my actual biases. I’ll try to keep my love for them brief:
Yoongi: He is so inspirational. I’m kinda tearing up as I write about this, but he makes me believe in myself, that it’s possible to get through my trials. His way of showing affection is similar to my own, and I can see myself in him, especially creatively.
Jin: ngl, I'm very protective of Jin. Any time I see someone talk bad about him, or downplay how hard he works I bristle. And he is such a hard worker. I see someone who loves what they do and loves being with the people they love. He is such a breath of fresh air, and also, as others have mentioned, a bit of a mystery and I love that.
Hobi: Hobi has so many characteristics that I want to embody, and maybe I already do. I admire him greatly, and his passion and drive. I also love how down to earth he is. He's a ray of sunshine, yes, but he's also not afraid to show his grit. He's similar to me in that we light up talking about what we love.
Namjoon: Namjoon and I are kindred spirits in that we are both Virgos lol. I like to call him my overseas twin, since by the time it's Sept 11th (my birthday) where I live, it's already Sept 12th in SK. Different dates/different time zones, but still the same moment, ya know? In all seriousness though, I love the way he thinks and analyzes things. I love when he breaks down his creative process for us, and just his overall demeanor.
For all of them, they each embody something that I see in myself, creatively and personally. But they also embody characteristics that I admire, and that I hope I can one day see in myself. And, if you want to get read, check out this insta. She gives deeper meaning additions on bts biases and it was spot on for me for all for the four of them lol.
Who is your bias wrecker?
Jimin! all by his lonesome lol. No but seriously, I'm always awestruck by him, especially when he dances. It's so graceful, and he's also just so so sweet.
Which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?
Thanks to all of the incredible gifs on my dash, probably Jungkook. Looking at you, Steph lol. Anyways, he's a real cutie so it's only fair.
When did you first discover the group?
During the Butter era, but like I said before, it was because of their song Jump that I went 👀lol
Have you ever been to one of their concerts?
I had the absolute privilege of being able to see Yoongi during his D-Day tour. Tbh, I'm still shocked that I got that opportunity? It felt like a fever dream. Still does. One of the most amazing experiences I'll probably ever have. I haven't seen them as a group, but maybe the opportunity will come. 🤞
What are some of your favorite songs by the group?
Well I have my unchangeable top 5: EPIPHANY my love and my soul song, also my queen Tear, First Love, Dionysus, and Run BTS. But they have such an incredible discography so some honorable mentions are: UGH, Black Swan, Pied Piper, Airplane pt. 2, Not Today, and Love Maze. I could go on, but we'd be here a while 💜
Tagging (If you wanna): @jiminsproof @fireworksgalaxy @kimtaegis @miss-bruja @serendipetite and @thisfuckingdeadlife
8 notes · View notes
msmargaretmurry · 5 months
Text
writing meme
i was tagged by @postoperation AND @bropunzeling AND @vivathewilddog wow ily friends but calm down (❤❤)
Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.
first fic: the oldest timestamped fic on my ao3 is Golden Boys, a quick little pk subban/john tavares fic from 2012. i want to say it's short and sweet but i honestly haven't read it in ten years, so who knows 😂 there are some bandom fics and a tsn rpf fic on there that are older than that one but i imported them from livejournal in like 2015 and didn't backdate them properly, and i don't feel like figuring out which one is actually the oldest, and also don't want to draw attention to them because woof, that is some old old writing of mine.
last fic: this is for keeps, the one-year anniversary timestamp for head above water ❤ i had actually wanted this to be longer/a richer story but i've been struggling a lot with writing this year and so i just ran out of time and decided short and sweet was better than nothing. i am happy with it, though; i think it hit the most important beats i wanted to hit!
any fic written for a fandom/ship only once: homeland, the mighty ducks adam/charlie fic i wrote for yuletide a couple years ago. i feel like i answered an ask about this one recently so sorry to reiterate but if this hadn't been on a deadline it would have been five times as long and five times as angsty, lol. but also if it hadn't been for yuletide i probably wouldn't have written it at all, so it's all a wash i suppose. despite the deadline of it all though i enjoyed writing this one and think there are some really lovely bits of writing in it.
favorite fic in the fandom with the most works: this is one direction, which i wrote exactly one fic for, so i guess it's my favorite by default: the very best of, which i wrote in the complete haze of peak pandemic quarantine and now feels like a total fever dream. but it was fun! i love the bits of fake journalism and fake songwriting i did for it.
a fic you wish more people had read: come and make the hymns of you, which i can't really complain about fewer people reading because it is a fic for a relatively small fandom written twenty years after the thing came out and about a decade after that fandom's fic-writing peak. i'm really proud of it, though! i think it's one of the best things i've written! it was really fun getting to write in a style that i don't usually get to use for present-day rpf stories, and i love the character voice i developed for webster.
the fic you agonized over the most: i agonized a LOT over HAW, but i think that the land between our bodies still wins here. writing that fic was truly like pulling teeth. like i am very glad i finished it for the exchange and also i'm very glad people enjoyed it — tbh people enjoying it is the only reason i have any fondness for it 😅 — but from a personal standpoint i don't know if i'll ever get over how shitty i felt while writing it to properly enjoy it for myself. but maybe i will! i certainly hope so!
fic that sprang fully formed from my mind: The Next Next One, for sure. what a fun and fulfilling writing process that was. i mean, it's a long fic, so there were definitely parts that were a little tougher to get through than others, but overall it was such a smooth creative process. all of the plot pieces just fell into place. huge shoutout to @postoperation and @moregraceful for being my very encouraging captive audience as i word-vomited it into emails until i got the whole story out ❤
a work you are proud of: okay okay yes fine it's head above water ❤❤ i was actually super unsure about it when i posted it, but after taking some time to let it breathe (and to talk with so many of you all about it) i did end up really proud of it, and i've had such a good time continuing to play in that universe 💞
i am tagging (and attempting to tag folks i haven't seen tagged 😂): @irrelevanttous @grittyreadsfic @loveisworry @the-ships-to-rule-them-all @lilcrickee if you want to! no pressure!
13 notes · View notes
hypnotisedfireflies · 11 months
Note
(DISCLAIMER: So this is more a thought to explore...rather than a prompt per say...but you could also treat it as a prompt if it inspires you!)
Our favourite bunnies go at it pretty fearlessly because Tess can't have any more children. How does that landscape change if she could?
I've read some fairly unreal Pregnant!Tess fics, that's not what I'm suggesting here. But I think it would be interesting to get the Arien treatment 😎 on maybe a conversation or a scare?
(idk, tbh, I really struggled with myself about this one, whether or not or put it to you, but then I thought, hey wth, why not!)
Tumblr media
Hi!  Thank you for sending this thinky piece to me!  I’m going to answer it here rather than a prompt (hope that’s okay) as I’m not sure I could do this justice as a full story, but it is certainly interesting to consider.  I’ve been turning it over in my mind for a few days to get my thoughts in order.
Making Tess infertile in Drifters was deliberate to avoid traversing into some very dark territory because, other than the killjoy of pregnancy scares, I knew I’d be looking at going into multi-miscarriage territory.  I think given the diet, the lifestyle, the tension and the constant dangers, bringing a baby to full term would be extremely difficult.  And while bringing a baby (or a dozen, given these bunnies) into the story could’ve had its moments, I think it would have ultimately drawn focus away from what I wanted to do.  And I also felt, well, they had enough to worry about without tormenting them with that, too.
I’m also kind of untraditional myself, so the progression of in love = married = babies isn’t really my jam, even though I still find the concept kind of intriguing from a fictional perspective.  (I mean, Tess and Joel as parents?? It is appealing.  And I kind of flirt with that a bit with the fever dreams).
So with my rationale of why I did not do this out of the way I can now just give you a brain dump of Tessjoel pregnancy ideas that I might have done something with (and who knows? Still might somehow ...!)  So trigger warning out there, this would be dark:
Tess finding out she’s pregnant between Missouri and Tennessee and hiding it for as long as she can, hoping it will just go away on its own or more likely
Joel figuring it out before she does because he is Attentive Father and Husband 101 and being like, “… is there any chance that maybe you might be … pregnant there, Tess?”
Violent morning sickness resulting in the trio holing up somewhere we didn’t see in the story – Tess quickly unable to travel, basically.
Everyone being extremely miserable and scared about it the whole time.
Tess ultimately miscarrying and then a whole lot of trauma and guilt because she wanted that to happen.
Joel not there when it occurs and Tess only telling him like, days later that it’s gone.
Joel wanting the baby the whole time, because his key jam in life is to be a father, and although he was sensibly scared about what this would all mean he actually felt good about it.
Tess then breaking things off with him entirely, not so much because she was afraid of falling pregnant again but because of the guilt being amplified when she realises that he really wanted it.
Meeting up with another group a few weeks later when they get moving again and Tess deciding that she’s going to leave with them.
I don’t know, maybe not seeing one another for awhile?  Months?  Maybe a year or so?
Finding one another again, maybe somewhere like Sioux Falls/if not actually Sioux Falls.
Naturally they’re at it like rabbits again, nothing has changed about the way they feel for one another.
Things are good for awhile, they’re careful.
She’d fall pregnant again and this time they’re like, okay, maybe this is something good, maybe we should do this.
Tess extremely stressed, maybe not so ill this time around but not really coping so well.
Joel being the one to have a handle on it, he’d just think she was so fucking beautiful pregnant it’d be sickening lol. He’d be rationing himself to give her the best food etc.
Another miscarriage, this time Joel is there and with her the duration.
This time it pulls them closer together rather than pushes them apart.
… I did say it’d be pretty dark, lol.  So yeah, I think that’s probably the kind of journey the Arien Treatment would’ve given that storyline.  It would have changed everything.
35 notes · View notes
spoops-screams · 2 years
Text
| Temporary
Tumblr media
Character(s): Malleus Draconia
TW: Death mention, panic and slight allusions to obsessive behaviours
Genre: Angst-ish with a happy ending
Notes: Gender neutral MC || Cursed reincarnator!MC (makes more sense when you read the fic tbh) || Wrote this at 4 in the morning and then woke up to find out that this whole thing wasn't a fever dream and then cleaned it up a little so it doesn't read like I was as delirious as I was last night <3
Tumblr media
Malleus always missed you whenever he had to wait for you to come back to him. It was a cycle that he was accustomed to - and hated all the same, never wanting to be used to having to see you go - but he couldn't help the ache in his chest or the way that your name would leave him feeling hollow for a time as he waited for your return. No matter the time, it always felt too long whenever he was forced to part with you.
He should have been used to it by now but it was always difficult whenever you would die. Again and again you would, as if the presence of death felt the need to cling to you like a parasite that no one had the power to dispose of. No matter how he gripped at your form, desperate despite this same scene playing out hundreds of times before, or how he begged you to stay alive, having your soul, precious as it was, with him for a short time before he felt it flicker, weakening so distinctly within you that it thrummed like a slowing heartbeat, until if faded completely. A candle light put out once again before it relit in a different location.
And then he would have to wait again.
He should be grateful. At least he thinks he should, that death could only part you from him temporarily. That you would reincarnate into another form and then have your memories of all of your past lives returned to you once you were able to handle them. He was immortal. At least that was the general agreement. Time meant nothing to him but it always dragged on whenever he had to wait.
You promised him that you would return to him. You always did. As soon as you got your memories, you would seek him out no matter how far he was. He was always waiting for you in the same place anyway and he always knew when it was you.
Your fate was a peculiar one really. Cruel and slow, one that would forever play in a painful loop for as long as there were beings that existed within this world but curious nonetheless.
Cursed to die young, no matter the species that you would find yourself born into - human, fae, siren, and too many more over the centuries - and then find yourself returning with no escape from the endless loop that would force its way back into your memories once your mind deemed itself stable enough to retain all of the information to a new form.
You were cursed to loneliness or at least you thought that you were in the first few decades of your accursed life. To never being able to feel the warmth of another being or find joy in love because of your state. Because you would never be able to stay long enough to truly indulge in love.
You couldn't tell anyone. You couldn't run the risk of the secret of the curse getting out. You could name multiple who would be more than overjoyed at the idea of an even partially immortal consciousness.
And yet you had managed. You had found love in Malleus. You had found warmth with him. You had found comfort with another being who too was to live for as long as your consciousness was to.
And you were happy.
Even if you were destined to die young and to repeat the cycle. You were happy because you had promised. Promised to reunite with him as was always the first thing you did whenever you regained your memories.
Your cycle was infinite. It would never end. There was no way to break the curse and Malleus knew that. He could always feel the faint glow of your soul in the world, being reborn once more into the cycle whenever your previous body had been unable to host you. How long had it been that he was now so attuned to your presence? That he could feel it without difficulty?
So why?
Why could he not feel it this time?
When the weeks that he waited to be able to feel your presence turned into months and from then on years, he became frantic.
He would escape from the castle more often, find any excuse to go to any other nation, his habit spiraling out of control though it would not seem that way to the outside eye.
Lilia new better. So did his grandmother.
Were you too far away? Had his senses become weaker? Had your soul's presence become weaker?
Why? Why could he not sense you? Where were you that he could not find?
...
Did you leave him?
No. No. You wouldn't! You couldn't! You had promised. You had promised that you would only ever part temporarily! That you would return to him as soon as you could...
You had said that he would be able to watch over your soul. He had always been able to, so what was different? What had changed? Where had you gone without him? Where? Why? Why did you leave?
He didn't give up as the years that he searched became over decade. If anything, the time only made him more panicked. It was almost time. It was always around this time that you would find him. There was only a few years left. He knew it. He always did. So where were you?
Even his admission into Night Raven College did little to sooth him. He can only hope that by being around so many people that he could find you.
His scrutinising gaze did little to make people feel more comfortable around him.
But when he senses you. The moment that he feels your soul.
He doesn't think he's ever moved so quickly in his life. Not when you were in danger and would smile at him and remind him that you would meet him again in your next life, not when you would run up to him and hug him in your new body, an "I missed you Malleus" on your lips and he would return with him "Not as much as I missed you, my love". Not when he was being attacked, not when Lilia cooked, not when his grandmother would call for him.
Never.
But he need to see you. Whether your memories have returned or not, he need to. He has to.
No one has ever seen Malleus Draconia so ruffled. No one but you. But he doesn't care.
Not when he teleports into the hall during the sorting, not when his eyes immediately find the pleasant him of your soul in your new form, not when you catch his appearance in the corner of your eyes and you turn, a smile of both relief and joy on your lips as you call out his name and run up to him and hug him in your new body, an "I missed you Malleus" on your lips and he returns with him "Not as much as I missed you, my love". Not when everyone stares in shameless wide eyed shock at the two of you and certainly not when he ignores Crowley's calling of both of your names and the two of you disappear into a few pretty, green fireflies and teleport to his room.
He truly can't care to worry about anything but you as he almost cries in relief as he hold you to his chest and looks down at you with a smile.
"You're finally here."
"I am."
Your explanation of where you were can wait. He just needs to indulge in your presence, just for a time. It's only temporary when you leave him but he can't help but long to see you whenever you're gone.
Tumblr media
Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💕
135 notes · View notes
gunsatthaphan · 10 months
Note
hello doreen ^_^
i just rewatched mlc and alangaipa still feels like a fever dream. to this day i still can't believe they happened. but tbh after rewatching, i have to say that the foreshadowing was pretty much there with gaipa being told by other characters, mainly his mom, that someone will walk into his life soon and him meeting alan at the funeral does feel like his mom actually sent alan to gaipa. but i guess back when mlc was airing, i was so sure alangaipa would not happen that i didn't think too much about the foreshadowing or that it would actually lead somewhere and turn out to be alan. but it makes sense now that i rewatched the show in one sitting with a clear and objective mind. like i initially didn't think they would be a good match but the show focused so much on establishing that they are both people who love deeply and want to be loved just as much, so maybe they are really meant to be. and maybe meeting at the funeral may seem a bit too much but for a show that especially made use of metaphors and symbolism and all, them meeting there does kind of signify that it was his mom's doing and that her wish for him to meet someone came true. it's sad that we may never get to see them actually being together but with the way the fandom acted with their 3 scenes (iykyk), i think it's okay if we don't get a continuation lol. mlc as a whole is truly a great show, like i loved it when i first watched it but after rewatching, i appreciate it a bit more. i hope gmmtv produces more shows like mlc, quality-wise.
hello nonny!!
I'm about to cry at work lmao I agree so much with all of this 🥺 I remember laughing at the people on twitter predicting AG when the show was airing bc I was like yall are delusional af but then aof said bitch u thought lmao it was glorious.
"him meeting alan at the funeral does feel like his mom actually sent alan to gaipa." wHY would you say things 😩😭 I never thought of that but also I did not pick up on any of the foreshadowing either lmao so all of this completely came out of the blue for me. you have a point though.
I just appreciate how subtly they handled + depicted it, it was such a nice wrap-up for both their individual stories where they found happiness in each other after suffering so many hardships. they did a great job at signalizing that they're meant to be, all without being pushy and without overshadowing the main plots. it was the outcome of excellent writing + acting. I was suffering for alan more than I was for gaipa - probably bc I related to him more - so seeing him smile like an idiot when gaipa showed up made me so happy 🥺
I have not rewatched anything from the show yet, mostly because I'm scared that it will make me sad again lmao but it sure was a special production. I felt more connected to these characters than with any other show tbh and I appreciate that they hired the best possible cast for this because I truly believe that no one could've done a better job at bringing these characters to life.
xxx
25 notes · View notes
rainparadefromhell · 2 years
Text
My thoughts on season 3 of Never Have I Ever
SPOILERS AHEAD !
* author's note : it's long what can you do, i have an obsessive personality
• Things I disliked in no particular order
1. The pacing of this season.
The pacing of this season
The pacing-
I don't know what happened this season but it felt like someone pushed my head into a blender. Many things were so glossed over, I was actually baffled. People kept getting into relationships and breaking up like it was nothing and all sense of direction was lost. Everything felt like a fever dream. Ben and Aneesa break up. She cries one time, kisses Fabiola and now they are in a relationship only for that to not work out and Fabiola gets into another relationship (at this point i forgot Eve existed). No one reacts to anything, things just happen so there is no chance for the viewers to get attached to any new storylines/couples. Just borderline bad writing in terms of pacing.
2. What they've done to Aneesa's character
At the end of the show, the person I felt bad for the most was Aneesa. The writers just would not give her a chance. She wasn't a real character. She barely had any personality beyond being a plot device for multiple characters and getting into meaningless relationships every 5 minutes (the show does have a problem with doing this to all characters tbh). I wanted to know Aneesa better (I hoped for a pov episode) but all I've got was her getting left for another person in not one but TWO relationships? And they made her kinda not even care about it. It just wasn't realistic and I hated it.
3. Des.
Listen, I don't have anything against his character. Because his character doesn't exist. Des got, as well as all the new characters - Aneesa'd. His sole purpose was to give Devi an Indian boyfriend (which is fine). But he was just so.....unnecessary?? I'm sorry but while watching every scene him and Devi shared, I was begging for literally any other character to show up. Same with his two friends (extras) that had about two lines each. His and Devi's relationship, in my opinion would've been just fine as a fling not a real relationship. And it lasted SO. FUCKING. LONG. Why, just why were they wasting time (that could have been given to flesh out old characters) on something everyone and their mother KNEW wouldn't work out or have any meaningful addition to the show. Other things got sidelined, that's why I hated this storyline.
4. And save the worst for last. All of Devi's romantic relationships in s3
Oh God, here we go.
I understand that Devi is a teen girl that just wants to date boys, have fun, be in love. I really do. But as writers, it is the nhie showrunners' job to make this enjoyable for the viewers. And it worked, the past 2 seasons it really did. Team Paxton, team Ben, team Devi.... We've all had something to enjoy. So throwing in another boy - no, two actually (the guitar player she kissed isn't a big part of the show so I don't really care) made me so angry. They've disturbed a sort of a balance between silly/fun the show had with like 3 or 4 love interests all in your face at the same time so they all started to look kinda.... unimportant (except for Ben, but I am biased lol). It looked painfully unrealistic as well.
The show yet again suffered because of its format. you simply can't throw in a bunch of characters in a 30 minute, 10 episode long comedy show and just hope for the best. It felt messy, rushed and fleeting. Like there was no room to breathe, I felt so anxious watching the middle part of the show.
• Things I did like in no particular order
1. The adults' storylines
I found them much more tolerable and cohesive. I am a Nalini stan first and a human second. I just love her. I love watching Poorna be so brilliant in this role. I was thrilled they gave her a friend and quite sad that friend was taken away later on but oh well. Also, possibly my favorite moment in the show was this quote from Nalini : "You are never too much and always enough." This show was the first time I've truly seen my relationship with my own mother represented in a way that isn't black or white and just simple or complicated. For me this scene meant a lot - showing that no matter what may happen, Nalini will always love and support her daughter.
I also liked Kamala's storyline. Tbh I didn't like Prashant all that much. He felt like a more mature Paxton. I'm glad Kamala didn't rush into marriage, especially if it's something she does not want. I really liked the relationship between Kamala and Mr. Kulkarni, I just wish we saw more of them.
2. Trent and Eleanor ??
I totally predicted this!! I said they will be that odd couple that somehow works very well and I was right. They were really entertaining and I'm so glad we get to see more of them.
3. Trent and Paxton ??
I adored Paxton and Trent's friendship. You can tell they love each other in their weird ways. This totally made me like the characters more and I love love LOVE seeing healthy male friendships in media.
4. Paxton
And everybody gasped. (Hell, I gasped, too). Here it comes Paxton/Daxton stans....
I did really like Paxton this season. And he had his moments last season as well, I'll admit that. Is he my favorite character in the show? No. Do I still think he's kinda boring and overrated? Yes. But I did like him. My favorite Paxton moment this season was in the hospital with Ben (as well as his friendship with Ben as a whole). Not only was it very kind of him to stay with Ben and make him feel better, I also loved him admiting he doesn't really know who he is. How incredibly honest of him. I liked that he apologized to all the girls he hurt and that he was friends with Haley again. I also loved him telling Devi she can't love anyone until she loves herself (someone's been reading my posts 👀). He finally started to care about things (school) and even if his storyline is a simple one, it worked. I'm glad he grew as a person. For me, Paxton finally  became a full-fledged character with a unique storyline. It took only 3 seasons but we got there.
5. Benjamin Gross
I could write novels about Ben Gross. I could write about him until my hands hurt and then some more. He is easily one of my, if not my favorite fictional character of all time. He is one of the few characters that, in my opinion, isn't written in an episodic way. Jaren Lewison has this great ability to carry all of Ben's emotions in his pocket and whip out what he needs in a scene with such ease. The character doesn't forget his lessons, he remembers his past feelings and what they taught him which makes him develop and make progress so naturally within the show. Ben Gross isn't just a douche at the beginning of season 1 and a nice guy at the end of season 3. You can see all of his flaws as well as how caring and emotionally intelligent he is at the same time throughout the entire show. I'm so happy he learned to relax and not care as much about grades.
This kinda falls under Ben, but just 3x06 being the best episode (with the finale) for me. I don't know what kind of crack Mindy Kaling puts in the Ben episodes but she gets is right every damn time. Those 4 words being "I'm proud of you" from his dad made me so emotional. I wouldn't want them to be anything or for anyone else. Also I fucking loved Ben being into drawing?? We need more of that.
6. Devi Vishwakumar
My girl. I really liked Devi this season. I loved how they showed she's still grieving. Maitreyi's performance in the scene when Paxton tells her she doesn't love herself yet was so heartbreakingly beautiful. She knew he was right. Also can we talk about the best version of Devi aka post time jump Devi??? I love that girl! You can really tell she matured quite a bit. She's not as hot headed anymore. The only "bad" thing she did was throwing that book or whatever it was in the trash and honestly...? I didn't see how that was such a big deal at all. And the other team kinda cheated, too. Who cares? They're not in a courtroom. I really hope that in season 4 we see her growing even more.
7. The whole gang
One thing I also liked was that everyone was friends with everyone this season. We saw the Paxton-Trent-Eleanor group, Paxton and Ben's friendship, Paxton and Fabiola, Ben-Devi-Fabiola and so on.... I reallllly liked the different dynamics.
8. Ben & Devi
And finally - this is what (some of) you have been waiting for. As you can see the pacing and new characters really messed with how much I loved (or rather didn't) this season. But honestly, now that I had time to think about it, the character development and just the finale really saved the whole season for me. And yes, this includes Ben and Devi. This season we've seen Ben and Devi be mostly, friends. They didn't share many moments until the last few episodes which did frustrate me but that is exactly what made all of them feel so special later on. It was important for them to not spend as much time together then slowly be close friends for the finale we got. I really wasn't expecting it. For all my criticisms about the writing not being the best in some aspects of the show, the writers did such a good job with their storyline and it's safe to say that s3 is my favorite when it comes to them.
Last season we've only seen hints of them pining for each other. This season they were much more honest and comfortable with each other. I cannot stop thinking about how perfectly their little romance was sprinkled over the seasons, with season one's introduction and teasing of their feelings, season two's big conflict and hurt and finally season three's rekindling of feelings and big realizations. None of their storyline felt like sudden big explosions (like with Paxton), just a natural evolution of caring for each other. A sign that it wasn't just a crush (quick and overwhelming) but a first love kind of a situation. Realistic, messy, beautiful, simple. There isn't a doubt in my mind that these two will end up together in some way at the end of season 4. Truly one of my favorite on screen couples all thanks to the brilliant and talented Jaren and Maitreyi.
Overall, I still think the show's best season is season 1. It was almost perfectly set up. However, in terms of characters and our main couple, I have to say season 3 feels the most open, vulnerable and grown up. The last episode felt super special and teased season 4 in which we will see the gang prepare for college. I have huge expectations for season 4 and I really think it could be one of the best ones (best one?), but who knows...
Maybe I'm just a sucker for closures.
Also, I can't believe the finale??? Like they were evil evil for that one, not letting us see what happens! On the other hand I can't be mad bc as a writer that is such a me thing to do. Like, I can totally see myself be that much of an asshole and sadist so I kinda get it. Idk what I will do until s4.
83 notes · View notes
iiryoku · 6 months
Text
So... chapter 236 of JJK. I got some things that I wish to talk about or at least get out, since Satoru is one of my most active muses (and the one I am most connected with), when it comes to the muses, that I write on my multi.
First and foremost, I gotta say that I do not agree, with how Gojo's death was handled. I think, what Gege did was HIGHLY disrespectful. Not only due to the way Gojo's death was off-screen, but also with how disrespectful he is towards his own characters. I know, these are Gege's characters, so he can do whatever he pleases with them, but in my eyes, he is not deserving of them.
Tumblr media
"And he wasn't giving his all" This just seems completely wrong??? Sukuna almost died more than once and you're telling me that he wasn't giving his all - either this is wrong translated or Gege forgot 65% of the fight that just happened over the last chapters. We shouldn't forget that Sukuna even felt nervous at one point due to how powerful Gojo was. I am not saying this because I love Satoru with my whole heart, but I am saying it because it's a fact. What annoys me even more is the following;
Tumblr media
Nah, Sukuna needed the ten shadows to even come close to Satoru, Sukuna himself even explains this - which also means that Sukuna couldn't have beat Gojo without the ten shadows, never mind how you view it. He needed Mahoraga to get past Gojo's CT, therefore, that automatically makes him beatable by Gojo. We also should not forget, that Sukuna used Megumi as a shield (more than once, mind you) to not die from Gojo's CT, which is why this just seems so stupid??? Tbh, it almost seems like a completely different manga?? Was all the earlier chapters and explanations just a joke then or did I have some form of fevered dream??
Tumblr media
Another explanation for this, could be that Gojo means "his all" as in him as a person, because he states that he tried to "reach" Sukuna, by showing him how strong he was/is. However, this also seems strange that Gojo is trying to reason with a curse. It almost seems like, Gojo is forgetting that even though that Sukuna might have felt lonely, once upon a time, due to his strength, that he is now a curse and therefore lack humanity.
Tumblr media
This, right here, this, is especially mean. Especially because we know, how far Satoru has went to protect those around him and even non-sorcerers. However, this can be explained by the fact that they all are in teenage form and their mindset might be, what Gojo believe them to be like - he might feel like this is how Nanami saw him as. As we can see, he seems shocked and upset, which is very understandable. Gojo took on Suguru's dream, to create a world, where they wouldn't have to stand on the corpses of their friends - where they would be able to smile from the bottom of their hearts. Yes, Gojo might not have wanted to protect people as a teen or cared about others, but he sure changed and grew.
Tumblr media
I dislike this entire thing??? Once again, makes me believe that we are only seeing what they thought as teenagers and not as how they would as actual adults. For no wonder they thought that way, when they were younger.
Tumblr media
Once again, Sukuna confirms that he needed Mohoraga to beat Gojo aka, he could not do it without the ten shadows, at least not as he is. I could say, so much more, because I got so many feelings about all the things that happened in this chapter. But to round it off, I will gladly take Satoru Gojo off Gege's hands, because he clearly is just pissing on his own creations at this point and do not show the proper respect each of them deserves. But also, thank you for giving us all the smiling beans, that was the only good thing about this chapter. Also, if this is how Gojo goes down, then this is, where it ends for me. I do not mind Gojo dying, but this, this was just, I have no words, it makes me so angry. He did not deserve to go out this way. If Gege does do something about how this was handled, then I will gladly take off my hat, but as of right now, I am just going to completely ignore this chapter.
7 notes · View notes