#and i know he has so much support and i know he wants to help. but he can’t find a therapist with his insurance right now

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· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` And then I go and spoil it all, By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you" ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃?: Yes! (Part of 1K Event!)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Being Max’s strategist is a experience you’d cherish forever. The constant laughter, friendly teasing, shared smiles after wins, is also something Max would never change. But in Max's case, he see’s nothing of this as simply friendly. But sometimes, words are best kept to oneself.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ Max Verstappen x Strategist!Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ some photos of kelly get used but i blur out her face, rejection, ANGSTY 🥴🥴, a very slight song fic? (they are listening to it so not really a song fic)

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ So so sorry this took longer than expected! My schedule was not my bestie last week 😞 but i have a very special note for my pookie bear ash at the bottom 🫶🫶 (FOLLOW HER ON @maxtermind !! SHE HAS AMAZING WORKS)

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y/n_rbstrat ✔︎

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y/n_rbstrat Max. Maxie. Max Emilian Verstappen ladies and gentlemen, your 2021 World Champion. I’m so lucky and proud to have been your strategist and I pray it’s this way for years to come. Seeing you grow along with me is something I’m forever grateful for. I love you so much, my best friend 🩷

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username1 STOP THE MAX CELEBRATION POST :(

username2 what if i started crying rn

username3 “I love you so much, my best friend” hurt.

→ username4 NO BC WTF DO YOU MEAN FRIENDS??? Y/N HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE LOOKS AT YOU?? → username5 max is punching air.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ couldn’t have done it without the best strategist ever ❤️

→ y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ and i couldn’t have done it with the best driver ever 😊 ❤️ → landonorris ✔︎ fucking hell just kiss already → username6 HELP LANDO → username7 bro had enough → landonorris ✔︎ trust me if you see these two all the time in person and refuse to acknowledge their feelings, you want it to be done with. → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ what are you talking about?? → landonorris ✔︎ you know. → username8 if they don’t get together i think i might throw myself off the highway → charles_lelerc ✔︎ “best strategist” huh?

username9 max and y/n hugging is my roman empire.

username10 we are all delusional for y/nstappen.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎

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maxverstappen1 truly unbelievable. i want to thank red bull, my family, friends, y/n, and everyone else for their support. 2021 World Champion 🏆 🎉

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username11 Y/N GETTING HER OWN MENTION HAS MY HEART 😭

username12 if they don’t date i might cry

username13 the hug 😭 ❤️

username14 i feel so single rn

charles_leclerc ✔︎ congratulations! i hope you remember our deal 😉

→ landonorris ✔︎ why wasn’t I informed about this deal??? → georgerussel63 ✔︎ we all know you can’t keep a secret lando → alexalbon ✔︎ says the one that follows gossip accounts and asks us if we know stuff in the gc. → georgerussel63 ✔︎ im not as bad as charles and pierre… those two do it in public WITHOUT SHAME 😒 → pierregasly ✔︎ DONT DRAG ME INTO THIS → username15 HELLO WHAT IS ALL OF THIS?? → username16 NO BECAUSE I NEED TO BE PART OF THIS F1 GROUP CHAT 😭

y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ stop it max i’m going to cry!! im so proud of you! i would never trade my favorite driver for anything in the world ❤️🥹

→ danielricciardo ✔︎ favorite driver??? what the hell am i?? 🙄 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ the side piece now that you left → danielricciardo ✔︎ uncalled for. → y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ be nice boys pls :( → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ yes ma’am → danielricciardo ✔︎ simp → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ i didn’t know being nice was me being a simp → danielricciardo ✔︎ mate, i saw you literally carrying all her things into the paddock?? you never did that for me → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ last time i checked she’s MY ENGINEER → danielricciardo ✔︎ ugh whatever you say… → username17 guys idk about you but i think max only likes y/n → username18 the way he doe everything for her and she doesn’t see this as love 😭 → username19 i mean she did say in a interview she wasn’t looking for any relationships because of how good her career is doing → username20 idk about anyone else.. but I feel like the day max confesses is the day their relationship comes crashing down. → username21 DON’T START SAYING THIS BS NOW.

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The heavy, thumping bass reverberates through the walls as you stand in the corner of the club. The club was never your thing. The floors constantly holding spilled drinks and other concoctions, the smell of BO and alcohol overwhelming your senses, the crowded atmosphere filled with sweating people… safe to say if it weren’t for Max dragging you out to be with the team celebrating you would be wrapped in blankets watching some sort of trashy reality TV show.

Max finally made his way over to you, a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly in his element here. He took in the sight of you. Every curve of your body, yevery way your hair falls, the way your eyes twinkle slightly when you notice him, the look of your red lips. He can never get tired of it.

"Hey, glad you made it out," he shouted over the music, the classic rasp in his voice showing as he clapped you on the back trying to hope you haven’t noticed his staring.

You managed a weak smile, feeling out of place amidst the pulsating energy of the club. "Of course," you replied, slightly raising your voice to be heard, “ you think I’d miss celebrating your Championship win?”.

Max gave a smile, “Never. Besides, if you said no, I’d find someway to get you to come over here.”.

You raised a brow at his statement. “Really? How so?”

Max let out a hum as he sloshed his drink in his cup. “Hm… I’m not too sure. Not seeing the cats are a good place to start.”, a smirk tugged at his lips.

Your raised brow turned into a furrow in disbelief, “You wouldn’t dare… not Jimmy and Sassy… they love me!” You exclaimed while Max gave a laugh, running his hand through his blonde stands, well more of him doing a hair-tuck to his nonexistent length. The conversation soon comes to a halt, although the music is booming, it felt as if it is just you and him in the entire world at the moment. It was your own form of silence. A comfortable one.

"How about we get out of here.” He suggested, breaking the silence.

“Leave? Max, we just got here! You said-“

“I asked you to celebrate with me, I never said where. It’s my Championship win after all.” He smiled, his eyes wrinkling from his proposition. “We only met here because this is where the team would be. It’s not as if they would notice we’re gone anyways… they are too wasted to even think.”

You tried to hide your smile but failed as Max extended his hand pressing it against your back, his eyes shining with mischief.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he urged. And suddenly, the pulsating energy of the club faded into the background as if the world outside those doors was beckoning to you.

You both stepped out into the cool night air, and beyond the hustle and bustle of the city, there was a strange serenity. It was as if time slowed down, and you found myself feeling more alive than you had in a long while. Max’s hand felt warm… reassuring… friendly. A steady presence in the midst of the urban chaos.

Being a woman in the industry of Formula One caused many controversies, let alone being a engineer to one of the possible best upcoming drivers in the history of the sport. From the sexist comments from other Formula One fans, to even your own people, co-workers in the workplace. Their degrading looks given to you if you even tried to hold a conversation with them was enough to be said. It wasn’t until a response to a interview did others begin to take you seriously. One that Max himself gave.

"Max, how do you feel about having a new, female engineer like Y/N on your team, especially during such a critical incident like the one with Bottas in Hungary? Do you think her gender affected her performance under pressure and can contribute to this race in Belgium? I mean, women are known to crack more under pressure then men.“ The interviewer asked as the room went quiet, a singular cough reverberating in the room from the tension of the atmosphere becoming so thick you can cut it with a knife.

“Excuse me?” Max questioned, his voice holding a tone filled of disbelief and slight disgust.

“I said, Max, how do you feel about-“

“No, no, I understood what you said I’m not deaf.” Her cut the journalist off making the journalist pause his speech and hold his tongue. “Look, I couldn’t care less about her gender. What matters to me is if she can do the job, which she’s been doing remarkably well. And as for the incident with Bottas in Hungary, she handled the pressure just like any other competent engineer would. It wasn’t her fault. I’ll take the blame for it. Her gender has nothing to do with it. If anything, it adds a fresh perspective to our team, and that’s a good thing. Now if anyone has any other questions like this asshole over here, I would pick another question to do.”

No one dared to speak of you the way the interviewer did.

After the interview, you approached Max who happened to be watching over some data from the sim. Blue eyes focused with such intensity that he didn’t even notice you.

”Max, I wanted to thank you for standing up for me in there. It means a lot to have your support." You commented softly, not wanting to disrupt him due to Max being known for his rather… straightforward and blunt responses.

"No problem. We're a team, and a team supports each other. Your gender shouldn’t matter in the first place. It’s all about weather you can do your job and your doing just fine.” He said matter of fact.

You nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. You weren’t used to it one bit. But it felt amazing. As if you can actually walk somewhere and not be treated as if you were a piece of dirt.

”Thanks you... I'm glad to be part of this team, and I'll keep giving my best."

A tender look graced your face as you remember the memory, finally gaining a friend in the hell of a industry, but you wouldn’t change it in the world if it meant that you got to meet Max and work with him. While you both walked along the quiet streets, the sounds of the city and the soft glow of the street lights enveloping us in a kind of magical cocoon.

“So… where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” was his only response, making you roll your eyes.

You two continued walking until you reach a secluded area on the white, sandy beach of the UAE. You look up to the dark, noir sky. The sun was long gone and the only shine that hits your skin was the moonlight, complemented by the clusters of stars crafting their own soft glow. Max stared at you as if you were some sort of marble statue, hand crafted by the Greeks.

How can someone be so beautiful?

The humming song from a nearby restaurant or bar was the only sound heard. It was a gentle melody, one that fits the mood so far into the night.

"Care to dance?” Max finally asked, snapping you out of your trance.

“Dance? What are we? In our early 20’s?” You teased, eyes meeting his blue eyes that glisten like the moon’s reflection in the oceans waves.

"Age doesn't define how we have fun," he retorted. You couldn't help but snort a bit, feeling the lightheartedness of the moment.

"Alright, why not?" you agreed, letting him lead you to a spot under the faint light of a nearby lamppost. He placed his calloused hand onto the small of your back, close to your hip just as he did to lead you out of the club, then leading your hand to be placed onto his shoulder

As the music enveloped you, you swayed to the gentle rhythm, feeling the warmth of the sand under your feet and the cool breeze from the ocean as his eyes meet yours.

`` I practice every day, To find some clever lines to say, To make the meaning come true ``

“I’m proud of you you, y’know that?”

“You’ve told me once or twice.”

“It’s true though.” You reassure.

“It’s just as true as me saying how beautiful you are.”

`` But then I think I'll wait Until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you ``

You let out a chuckle. “Smooth Max Emilian Verstappen. Very smooth. Practicing for some girl that caught your eye or something?”

His eyes slightly widen before losing contact with yours, “Maybe I am…”, his cheeks being brushed with a slight red.

“Well she must be a lucky girl. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

It goes faint.

`` The time is right, your perfume fills my head The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue ``

“Can-…” Max starts glancing back at you before cutting himself off choking on his own words.

“What is it, Max?”

“Godverdomme… can I tell you something?”

“Anything. I’m you friend after all.”

Friend.

`` And then I go and spoil it all By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you" ``

"I love you.”

“You… you what?”

Your movement stops.

“I love you Y/N. So much. Ever since you walked in the office I-“

“No… no no no… “

“…What?”

“Max… please tell me your messing with me…”

He is just your friend. But you’re his everything.

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Your loser, Middle-aged Genetics professor with a dadbod <3

pt. 7

A/n: Hey y’all! Just a quick apology for such a long wait for an update, just came back from a relaxing vacay!! But as soon as I got off the plane back home, I started writing cuz the creative juices were juicinggg <3 Anyways, enjoy <333 Hopefully this serves as a good apology ;)

4 exams down, 3 more to go. The finish line of the semester was so close yet so far. Not gonna lie, your sanity was hanging on by a rope, your strongest and only support system being one person. He was the most sweetest, smartest, and respectful person you have ever had the blessing of meeting. It may not have been in the most conventional (or convenient) of ways, but still, it couldn’t have felt more like the storybook that you wanted and dreamed your life would be. Amidst your academic tribulations, he made you feel like royalty.

Even now, as you wait in the library and your phone goes off with a notification from Miguel, whom you had referred to as ‘Professor O’Hara’ only just a few months ago, you are still in dreamland with the fact that you were—

Well, at this point, you two haven’t quite fleshed out the label of y’all’s relationship just yet, but for now, you tell yourself that you two are talking. So yes, even now, you truly can’t believe that you are talking with your adorable professor.

You mentally take note that this will be a conversation that you two will have to have in the near future.

Your attention is now on your phone, reading a message under the contact name ‘Mig 🤓’.

“We ended earlier than planned. Headed over there now❤️”

You smile at the message, already typing a response up.

The night he told you about his late daughter was almost a week ago, and since then, y’all have set aside a day to go to the public library. You both agreed that it was nice, quality time, and wanted to do something like that again; just talking, being with each other, and forget about school for a while. Plus, exams have sort of kept yall apart for the past week, so it was very much needed.

Now you wait at the library where you and Miguel agreed to meet at after he finishes a recitation he had to substitute for.

‘ “Ended earlier than planned” ??? You’re not slick, DID YOU END CLASS EARLIER TO COME HERE???’

‘No, of course not, I would never do that.’

…

‘But maybe.’

‘Uhuh... See you soon <3’

‘See you soon, mamita ❤️😘.’

With a content hum, you put down your phone and turn your face toward the quiet buzz of people reading, chatting over coffee, and studying. Even though it's been months since knowing Miguel, you still feel jitters when about to see him. You can't help it. Everything about him makes you nervous in the best possible way. From how his smile lines crease, how that one little curl falls on his face, how he always speaks to you with a slight pout, the way his sweater vests hug around his full chest and soft tummy, all the way to how he looks at you like you’re his muse. You couldn't stop smiling just thinking about him. And to think, everyone in class just thought he was a total killjoy; backs straighten and all conversations cease when he enters the room. If only they knew the real him, but a part of you is glad you're the only one to see it.

Just a couple of blocks down, Miguel is gathering his things, excited to meet up with you. As he sharply nods to the last few students leaving the room, wishing them a good Summer break and luck on their finals, his expression becomes soft as he thinks of you. Quickly, once he has the room to himself, he takes a minute to put on one or two sprays of his best cologne, fix his hair, and remove his tie. He knew how much you liked it when he wore his button-ups like this; a few left unopened at the top. He felt ridiculous, but you always commented on it, and it would make Miguel feel good.

That was another thing; since seeing you, Miguel's confidence has so much improved. He did, however, take a glance over at his cardigan that hung on the back of his swivel chair and contemplated wearing it. It used to be his safety net; an effort to try and hide his soft figure, but that was old Miguel. New Miguel wanted to impress you and, even though he’d never admit it, would try to get the most compliments out of you. Despite feeling like he let himself go, you made him feel like he was a total knock-out, which never failed to make his cheeks grow darker, and he plans to return the favor for however long you’ll have him.

Miguel arrives, scanning the enormous room for you, a bright, colorful speck among the sea of dark-colored apparel. You wore an outfit he had bought you during the semester. He’s indifferent when looking for you, but when he spots you, his lips curled just slightly, the crows feet of his face creasing. He glides across the room, but any faster, he’d be running. He tries to act collected, but you both know he’s ecstatic to see you.

"Hey mama," He stands before you, holding out your hands as if to exhibit an art piece, "You look beautiful today, as always”. His eyes graze over every single inch of you, up and down. There’s something sexy about seeing you in something he bought you, even if it wasn’t all that exposing. You go in for a hug, acting as if you haven’t seen him in weeks (You both see each other in the hallways like every day, y'all just haven't been able to be with each other in a minute).

You smile against his broad chest, "Thanks, cutie, and you look handsome, as per usual.” You give his thick torso a soft run down with your hands. Miguel looks around bashfully, even though no one is paying attention. Physical touch came easy for him when you two were alone, but in public? That’s another story.

You look up to see his wandering eyes fall back on you. “I’ve missed you,” you shift all your weight onto him, holding onto his waist like a koala bear on a tree. You get on your tip toes to reach his cheek, pressing a kiss there, “mwah! so much.” The simple gesture was enough to turn Miguel into a mess. It takes everything in him not to completely smother you out in the open, but would rather save that for when there’s privacy.

Miguel holds you as if you were a porcelain doll. Something rose in his chest, call it pride; Proud to show off the gorgeous woman in his arms. "I missed you more." He says softly.

"So? How was the class?" you hold onto his hand while looking for a place to live in for the afternoon.

Miguel looks as well and spots a vacant, quiet little corner of the library, one that sits almost separate from the rest of the crowd. He gives your hand a small tug, motioning for it. "It was actually quite nice. The students were pretty engaged for it being an 8AM... I dunno, I might pick it up next semester." He sets his bag down before grabbing you a chair for you to sit on, as well as a cushion for you to lay your back on. He grabs a stool for himself once he sees you're comfortable and sat.

You give his forearm a caress, a small act of encouragement, "Well, I think you should. You're so good at what you do. Trust me, I should know." you give him a smirk, making him crack a smile.

"Which reminds me, you feel good for tomorrow? 'cuz if you're needing review for anything, we could go over it right now-" You place a hand on his arm, "Mig! I'm fine! I feel completely fine. Besides, I've tutored over a dozen people, I pretty much know the material like the back of my hand. Please, relax, you need it."

Miguel sits back now, "But if you change your mind, you'll let me know, right?" You nod, and Miguel relaxes at last. He sees the book you pull out and reads the spine of it. Wuthering Heights. It’s one of Miguel’s personal faves. He looks forward to seeing your small reactions once you get toward the end. It was endearing the way you reacted to what you read, let it be a faint widening of your eyes or a small gasp. He also loved watching your concentrated face. He thinks back to all those lectures he spent watching you take your color-coordinated notes in his class, your glossed lips pursed and your eyebrows faintly knitted. It never went unnoticed by him. Adorable.

You do a double-take at Miguel's choice of book, not believing what you read the first time. "Jane Austen?" "…Yes?" "You like Jane Austen?" "Yes. " Miguel says this so matter-of-factly, it leaves you kind of in shock. It was a cute surprise. Smiling, you let a puff of air out your nose, shaking your head as you open your book. “What’s so funny?” Miguel smiles, wanting know what you’re thinking now.

“Ugh, I-“, You almost let a certain 3-word phrase slip from your lips, but you stop yourself. “ I… just wasn’t expecting that, is all. Have you read ‘pride and prejudice’?”

“Yeah, loved it. It’s why I’m reading this one.” He looks down at the cover, which, in intricate letters, reads sense and sensibility. Your smile is even wider now that you know the man of your dreams is a fellow Jane Austen fan. “Me, too. Let me know what you think, then.” You softly say, starting on your book. “Of course. By the way, anyone ever taught you not to judge a book by its cover?” You roll your eyes and nudge him, making him chuckle in his throat. Although Miguel’s humor wasn’t exactly the most original, his sass takes the cake, and you love it. Feeling romantic, Miguel leans over and kisses your cheek once, twice, then gently brings your lips to his by your chin to plant a third kiss.

After finally quenching his need for your kisses, he settles in his spot and reaches for your hand, which you grab instinctively. Like always, his thumb caresses across your knuckles, and you both fall into a peaceful silence, transporting to your individual worlds within your books.

<3

The time in the library is nothing short of peaceful and fun. The first while of reading, Miguel would get up to use the restroom, but on his way back, he would’ve gotten you a cup of coffee for you and himself. A little later, you’d get up as well, but not for the restroom, but to grab him a treat, as well as for yourself. His eyes widen in pleasant surprise when he sees you walk back with them in your hands. He always did have a sweet tooth.

For the rest of the time, you’ll reach over occasionally to push his glasses back up his nose, or sometimes, without looking up from his book, he’ll simply pull your hand up to his lips, and press a butterfly kiss there, the faint smack of the peck making your heart skip a beat. And he doesn’t just do it once, he has to do this every so often because he just can’t resist; the man needs to feel you like as if you’ll disappear out of nowhere.

And you don’t notice, but every now and then, Miguel looks over at you, just admiring. He watches how your eyes inch deeper into the pages as you soak in the language. He can stay like this forever. Reading books with you while you hold hands. For a second, he feels the bottom of his stomach drop because he knows the day will have to end, and he’ll have to go back to class tomorrow, as do you. Sure, you’ll both be in the classroom, but you’ll have to pretend. Miguel was growing tired of the game. He then thinks about how near Summer is, and if he’ll see you then. Not as your professor, but as someone who deeply cares about you.

He’s already making plans on the possible trips you two could make. Maybe spend two weeks in Italy, or maybe just simple weekend roadtrips to nearby, quaint towns. He’s thinking about taking you to only the nicest, fanciest places in Nueva York.

Guiltily, his mind wanders into trips to the bedroom. How he’d love to take care of you and make sure you felt loved. Above all, your pleasure would be his. Oh, how he’d worship you like the goddess you were because dammit, you are one, and to this day, he’s still unsure how he scored you. How he, the intimidating, quiet giant, won an ethereal princess like you. He sort of smiled to himself as he realized:

Gabriella’s favorite bedtime story was becoming his life right before his eyes.

And like many times before, Miguel’s mind wanders even more. He’s thinking of the wedding, the honeymoon and the endless amount of rounds, the baby shower… having a kid with you. He’s fully aware of how crazy it is to think about it so soon, but at the same time, it feels so right. With you, it does.

Your caring, attentive nature, sweetness, cleverness, patience, and drive, they were all qualities of someone he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with. Your desire to better yourself and hunger for knowledge is evident in your work for your masters. Your softness that had so remarkably torn down his walls. And of course, there was your unmistakable beauty, but that’s just a bonus!

As he continues to watch you read, your hand lovingly locked with his, he realizes his feelings are no longer casual, no. Miguel’s breath hitches when a realization dawns on him. Rather than a ton of bricks, it feels like a weight lifted off his stiffened shoulders.

He looks at you, and he feels what could only be described as true, total, and complete love.

“‘Scuse me, sir.” Miguel snaps toward the low voice, “Library’s closing in 10 minutes.”

These hushed words sweep your attention from the book in your hands, your face falling in small dismay. You both look at each other, Miguel giving you a shrug that conveys ‘it is what it is’.

“Aw man, I got so caught up in reading, I feel like we didn’t get to talk as much as I wanted to.” Miguel is gathering both of yalls things, leaving your hand for last. You grab his, and you both begin to head out, the swarm of people that was here before gone. “We can still talk if you’d like. We can go to my office?” You nod gingerly.

“Then c’mon, let’s go.” Without asking, he grabs your bag from you and slings his and yours onto his shoulder, and you both leave hand in hand.

<3

After braving the storm that seemed to come out of nowhere outside, Miguel lets you into his office first, closing the door behind you two. The campus was dimly lit, only housing a few students who were doing some late-night studying. Hopefully, no one saw you two shuffling toward his classroom.

You look around his office, and for the first time, if feels new. It’s somewhat dark, the storm outside supplying the only light in the room. You’ve been in here countless of times, helping Miguel out with class work or tutoring, so it shouldn’t feel any different, yet, it does. Maybe it’s because every time you’re in here, you’ve never got the chance to really look at it. You’re always in and out. And if y’all weren’t in here, you were sitting in the lecture hall just outside the office door. Now that the fluorescent lights are off, you realize just how clinical they made it feel in here.

Miguel observes how you look along his walls where a multitude of diplomas hang. He thinks about saying something, but doesn’t want to interrupt; instead, he allows you to examine his space, finding it charming. It’s like he’s letting you in on his life. He pretends to busy himself with something else, leaving you to explore. Which is fine, really. You two have fallen into many comfortable silences before.

Then you move onto his shelf, filled with nothing but books and maybe one picture frame, but you’re not sure. It’s laid flat on the shelf. You go away from it for a second, going back to the spines, reading them off in your head. Some DNA encyclopedias, anatomy studies, Genetic Theory… ah, here we go. Leroux, Fitzgerald, Verne… is that Shelley? Atwood? Woolf? Plath?! Then, of course, there’s Beauty and The Beast. You pause there for a second, remembering Miguel’s most cherished memories that are tied to this story. Some more Jane Austen… oh, and look, Wuthering Heights!

“You’re more than welcome to take any of those. What’s mine is yours.” He sits on the couch that sits along the wall of his office, laying back with his arm laid across the frame of it. You pull out Wuthering Heights and walk towards him, “What’d you think of this one?” You go to take a seat next to him, nuzzling against his side, your head at its assigned spot on his shoulder. “Nice try, sweetie, but don’t wanna spoil it. Though I will say, it’s really good.” his face brightens along with yours, “I think you’ll like it. Brace yourself for the ending, though.” His arm wraps around you now, his thumb making small circles on your shoulder like he usually does.

“How about Miss Austen?” You put the book on a small table beside the couch. Miguel thinks about it for a second. “She’s got this sort of sarcastic wit that I can really get behind. But in all seriousness, her social commentary is brilliant. Still applies to this day, in some ways. And her style, wow…” You can see Miguel get lost in his thoughts, his emotions having their rare time in the limelight as he proceeds to list off Jane Austen’s wonderful writing attributes. It felt so good to see him like this. To be able to get him talking like this was a big win in your book.

“…Just overall, I’m a total fan now.” He nods, looking over at your dazzling eyes. “No, no, keep going.” You urge him, overcome with adoration. Miguel smiles at the floor, shaking his head. “I can listen to you talk allll day, honestly.” He looks off into the office still smiling bashfully, away from your revering gaze. “D’aw, don’t be so shy, I love listening to your voice. It’s so soothing, Mig.”

“You’re… stealing my lines.” A chuckle rumbles in his chest while you taunt him with a giggle of your own. In an effort to quiet you and from flustering him further, he envelopes you with his arms, you reaching for his neck simultaneously, and you both meet in the middle with a kiss so sweet, it could develop diabetes. With your lips locked, he grabs your thigh and swings it over his hips, his soft stomach taut against yours. You both smile against each other’s lips, soft laughs in tune with the rain that hits against walls outside.

Sooner than later, Miguel’s small chuckles turn into soft groans, his breath becoming labored. His hands venture up under your top, fingers ghosting the skin above the waistband of your skirt. You taste of… cherry lip gloss. His favorite taste, and in the past couple of weeks, he’s grown addicted to it. As a matter of fact, he’s become so addicted that he tends to bite and pull at your bottom lip, a gesture that never failed to leave you weak in the knees.

The hungry tug of your lip evoked a small whine from your throat, unleashing something in Miguel. Carefully, he laid you on the couch, your bodies entangling in languid unison with your tongues. The feeling of all of Miguel’s weight on you set a flame off within you, his length pressing along your dampened heat each time he dug his hips. You wanted it, and bad. Needed it like your life depended on it, but your conscious was screaming at the back of your mind, and you couldn’t ignore it.

“M-mig, w-wait.” You manage to breathe out, the heart between your legs unable to agree with the brain in your head. You hated stopping where things were headed, but you had reason.

Miguel’s head shot up from your neck where it was planting hickies on. “Are you okay? You wanna stop?” He’s already sitting up, removing himself from your legs, “Mama, I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked, want me to take you home? If you want to, I can take you-“ Miguel was so worried, he’d rather die than you feel taken advantage of. “Miguel! It’s okay, I’m fine!” You reassure him softly, sitting up as well to keep him seated. “Trust me, I wanted this, too. It’s not you at all. I just…” you grab his hand, thinking of your next words. Your shoulders droop from what you’re about to say. Miguel looks at you with a soft expression, ready to be here for you in any way.

“Look, we both know we shouldn’t even be here, and not just in this office, I mean being together period. And what worries me the most is not even the fact that we could get caught, but the possibility that maybe you’ll…” Miguel motions for eye contact when he sees you retreating to the floor. “Mamita, tell me, please. Dime que quieres. Nothing you say can upset me or change the way I think of you. Nothing.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m only in this for the wrong reasons.” Miguel’s brows furrow in confusion. How could he possibly think you’re using him? “Sweetie, why would I…” And it clicked just as fast as he began speaking. Miguel seemed to be going deep into thought. You were scared that maybe you had said something wrong.

“Miguel, please understand that I care about you so so so much, and because I do, I don’t want us to be intimate with each other until the school year is completely over.” You’d thought things through since becoming romantic with Miguel, and the thought that If y’all had sex, there would’ve been the risks of people finding out, you losing your eligibility for a degree that you were three exams away from obtaining, or worse, Miguel losing his job as professor and probably being blacklisted for the rest of his life. A very small part of it was also that you didn’t want your score on his exam to be affected in any which way. If you happen to not do well on the exam, you wanted the grade you deserved. There was simply too many downsides.

He looks back up at you, not a trace of judgment nor anger on his face. “Mama, you don’t have to explain yourself. The ball is in your field. Whatever you want or need, I’m right there with you. Don’t ever feel bad for what you want, okay?” Your lips curl in relief, and you nod slowly. He brings his hand to your face, allowing you to lean into his touch. “And to be honest, I couldn’t agree more. But even after classes end, even then our speed is still up to you. I’m not ready to take things further until you are.”

How lucky am I to have someone like him? I’m not entirely sure who’s up there or who to thank exactly, but oh my goodness, thank you for giving me this perfect man sitting before me.

“You mean it? I mean, you’re not disappointed or anything?” Miguel shakes his head. “Not even for a second.” Filled with joy, and almost knocking him over, you embrace him.

“We could just stay in here and chat. Would you like that?” He speaks softly against your hair. “I would love that.”

<3

Miguel and you lay on the couch (which fits you just fine, but Miguel’s feet were borderline hanging off the end), Miguel the big spoon, and you the little one. Your head lays against the decorative pillow while he props his on his hand.

You nestled against his frame, feeling the steady rise and fall of his tummy against your back. His arm encircled your waist, holding you securely against him as you melted into each other's warmth. "Are you comfortable?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "Mhm, more than comfortable," you replied with a contented sigh."You make a pretty good body heater," you teased. He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Glad I could be of service, Princesa.” He plants a sustained kiss to your temple.

Your gaze falls softly on the wall across from you, your eyes traveling along the diplomas, “Did you always wanted to be a teacher?”

“Well, when I was little, I did. I loved science and there was this one teacher I had… she was the best. Wanted to be just like her. But…” Miguel breathes out. You can feel his stomach tense up against your back, prompting you to turn your head towards him. “Y’know… um… I didn’t always teach.”

Miguel would go on to tell you how the past five years has looked for him. He began with a rather heavy start; a freak accident in his work as a geneticist, a job much more lucrative than a professor. He’d then recount his days as a hero, proceeding to show you his long-retired claws. You listened intently, with an open mind, following along to his story of how he got involved with the multiverse, and what that term entails. He explained how the world was connected to other worlds; a prodigious tree of universes. It was how he lost his daughter. He revealed the tragic story to you finally, after withholding it that first night he told you about her in the school library. He recollected a few more memories that would eventually lead to his decision to hang up his hat as Spider-Man, finding refuge in becoming a science professor; an old dream he had abandoned so many years ago.

“And since then, I’ve been… okay. Better than before, for sure. I’m satisfied here, truly.” You sat there, processing everything he had shared with you. “I know that was a lot, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just glad that I could share this with you.” You nod, trying to think of what to say because silence just wouldn’t suffice, not for you. “I…” you began, your voice low and soft, “But are you happy?”

Miguel is taken aback by the question. Even after everything he’s said…the man just got done telling you he has fangs and red irises and that he traveled across dimensions for a living, and this is your first question? If he’s happy? He told you a story that could possibly have the fbi sent to his door with just one call, but you’re more interested in his wellbeing? He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe you.

Miguel lets out a sharp breath; a chuckle, as his eyes narrow at you. “You’re unreal, you know that?” Your lips reflect his small smile, “What?! I wanna know, after everything… are you happy?” You repeat the question with utmost genuineness in your tone.

With the answer as obvious to him as the formulas he taught in his class, Miguel simply leans in, hand on the back of your head, and kisses you, then pulling back by just an inch, he speaks softly,

“Now that you’re here, I am.”

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it <3 Shoutout to @pomakori for sending this photo in, I absolutely loved it and had to include it in this chapter cuz it’s so them coded !!!

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[noveauskull]

Reader, jiyan and Geshu lin daughter bringing her boyfriend to meet their parents. OVERPROTECTIVE DADS ALERT❗❗❗

Jiyan & Geshu Lin With Your Daughter As Her Father(s)! (SFW)

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"Mom, Dads, this is my boyfriend"

You watched your daughter introduce your two husbands, Geshu Lin and Jiyan, to her boyfriend that you had already heard about a few days ago.

Naturally you had to be the calmer parent, cause you knew that Geshu Lin and Jiyan would be taking on the task of going bonkers over their daughter growing up so fast, to the point she has found someone to be with.

Even worse, your daughter could take inspiration from your love life, and might just date more than one boy! Now the anxiety really hits.

You glanced at both of your sides, on your right was Jiyan, and on your left was Geshu Lin. Both men sitting on each side of the couch with their eyes locking in with the younger male individual, they clearly were not pleased.

"He works as an intern at the hospital, aiming to be a nurse there, and his parents have respectable jobs too! His mom is a teacher and his dad is a lawyer! And he can play 3 instruments! Isn't he talented?"

Your daughter boasted over her boyfriend. You watched the young man blush at her words and scratch his nape, telling her to not shower him with too much praise over something he was simply born with.

You let out an awkward smile. You already knew the boy was a total sweetheart, he was respectful, and even offered to help you when you had to clean the dishes.

Even better, he asked to bring home some of the dishes you cooked on your first meeting, you can't imagine your daughter being with any other guy than him, because you were already a hundred percent supportive of their relationship.

"A teacher, lawyer, and nurse? Your family must be very rich" Geshu Lin said, smiling at the boy, but for some reason, it didn't feel friendly at all.

"A-Ah yes, their jobs do help them earn a lot of money, especially when they've been doing those jobs for a long time" The boyfriend said, stuttering when he saw Geshu Lin's smile drop the moment he spoke.

"That's good then, at least our daughter has someone to buy her all the jewelry and clothes she wants" Jiyan nodded, however he wasn't smiling one bit.

"..."

The room went silent, all you did was take a small sip of the tea you prepared. Glancing at the two men beside you with their cold eyes glaring daggers onto the poor boy's head.

Before you knew it, it was only you and your daughter doing all the talking, the 3 men in the room barely had anything to say, but Geshu Lin and Jiyan seemed very calm, so you didn't do anything to disturb their thought process.

Once it was getting late, you bid your daughter's boyfriend goodbye, watching your daughter plant a kiss onto her boyfriend's cheek before he left as you closed the door.

"Well I think that went well" You said, smiling at your daughter who seemed very happy about today's performance.

"Yeah! Dads' were super chill about it too" The two of you laughed together, heading to the living room to watch TV.

What you two didn't realize though, was that the two men that were usually at home wasn't around, you were just too relieved to even notice that the two were outside the house, both standing beside your daughter's boyfriend.

"Make sure you treat my daughter very well, she doesn't like guys with no sense" Geshu Lin said, his arm wrapped around the boyfriend's neck, earning a nod from the boy who was awkwardly smiling at him.

"And don't forget to tell us everything you're doing with her, that includes where you are going, what you are eating, why are you going out with her, and when will you pick her up and drop her, don't leave any details either" Jiyan added, his arms crossed.

This continued on for an hour before they heard you calling for them, noticing that they haven't been around the house for a while.

And this is the nicest behavior the two gave towards the boyfriend, just know, if things ever goes south, the poor boy would definitely face his consequences if anything happened to their daughter.

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[itsmealaiah]

Headcanons of bill with a twaekwondo! reader

Contains: nsfw and sfw headcanons, profanity, implied smut, light bdsm, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, some smut, p in v sex

Request by @bkaulitzlover: Do you think you could write about Billy with a tkd girly?Just cuz I do tkd and thought of it.It could be anything tho,I don’t have much details so sorry.If you can’t or don’t want to that’s fine dw

I haven't done headcanons in a little while so i might be rusty 😔

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first, and foremost, he'd always go to every single one of your matches, and he would always try to make time for you. It wouldn't matter if he's busy or not, he will support you.

He'd help you learn new things if you're struggling with them, he has a pair of gloves that he'll use to practice with you.

You guys always cuddle after a match, win or lose. He'd be rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you cry. "i-i thought i was gonna win billy" you whimper. "shh, you'll win the next one, I know it. Those refs were stupid"

Tom would stay far away from you, and he wouldn't tease you. He was scared of getting kicked 😭

Same with bill, when you guys would fight, he wouldn't go anywhere near you.

You wouldn't smoke or anything, and for good reason. You had to keep your body healthy and in shape, so bill would always smoke when he wasn't near you.

You introduced him to a lot of different foods, mainly healthy stuff. You didn't eat junk food much, and bill was surprised to say the least. "Not even doritos?" He gasped the first time he heard this. "not even doritios, that stuff isn't good for you, y'know"

You'd sometimes lecture him on eating junk food, and you would take it away. You'd replace it with something actually good for his body, not just his tastebuds.

Nsfw:

He's such a tease. He's whispering in your ear after you win a match, telling you all the dirty things he'd like to do to you when you get home.

You doing twaekwondo is even better. You are pretty flexible, so you can do any position bill wants with ease, and he loves it.

He'd tie you up with your belt, for sure. You'd always tell him to be careful with it, but he doesn't care. "you're doing so well in that class, you'll have a new one in no time, so it doesn't matter, does it?" he'd whisper in your ear, rocking into you slowly.

It would also be a blindfold sometimes. You gotta make the most of it cmon.

Sometimes, if you're into it, you'd have sex when you lose. He wouldn't force it onto you, and he would only do it if you weren't miserable or crying.

He's such a sweetheart though. He takes his time making love to you. He hates quickies, he prefers hours of long, meaningful sex instead of coming and being done.

He would put his all into being gentle when you lose. He doesn't want to hurt you anymore than you already are.

The belt would also be used for him sometimes when you top. Occasionally, he'd be too tired from a concert so you'd ride him or sit on his face, the belt wrapped tightly around his eyes.

He's very vocal in bed, especially when eating you out. "s'fucking good, love this pussy so much" he would moan into your cunt, his hands on both your hips.

He loves watching you come, it's just his personal thing. Something about your walls squeezing around him gets him so turned on.

Because you're so strong, you can literally just flip you both over with ease, and it shocks him everytime.

"shit, you could've atleast given me a warning baby" he would chuckle. "but that takes all the fun out of it" you'd smirk.

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[chosows]

CHAMPAGNE COAST 🥏 - Beach vacation with Sukuna (P1)

Ryomen Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: Summer arrived and you finally set off for your long awaited vacation. A tropical getaway for two weeks; you hope it will erase the stress you and Sukuna have faced recently. Work has not been easy on either one of you, but it was worth it to save up for this getaway. A destination filled with sun, sea, and a lot of…

Word count: 2.5k

Contains: Established relationship, no smut (in this part), suggestive actions & conversations, fluff, public displays of affection, Sukuna being cocky, healthy relationship, alternative universe: no curses, Sukuna is human, Sukuna is not Yuji

Note: p2 will have smut because the vote decided to split practically even. the title and plot is based on + inspired by the song champagne coast by blood orange

Saving up a sufficient amount of money greatly assisted in your deposit for a worthwhile summer vacation. Sukuna picked up extra shifts at work to help you stabilise the funds, and now you have finally arrived at the destination you fawned over for months. The airport rush resulted in an argument between the two of you; both are now silently seated in a taxi to be driven to the place you will be staying. It’s hard to stay mad at him while the sun is shining down and the breeze sways the thriving vegetation. You put your hand on top of his and squeeze it, beaming at him as the scent of the sea wafts in through the open window. He took a deep breath and cocked his head slightly aside, staring at you through squinted eyes. Even though you frustrated him, he ended up cracking a smile; he’s unable to resist that pretty little face—it’s his only weakness.

“Did you remember to pack your swim shorts?” You prod his skin with your fingernail until he swats you off, now making sure his hand is the one on top.

“How many times do I need to answer that question? Yes, I packed them. Even if I didn’t, I could just buy some.”

“But we have matching ones; it won’t look good on the photos if we’re mismatched.” 

“I have my swim shorts; stop stressing yourself out.”

“Okay, I’m sorry; I just want this to be perfect. I’m so excited!”

“I can tell. Save it until we get to the beach.” Finishing the conversation, he lifts your hand to his lips and places a kiss on each knuckle, hoping that will somehow settle you down.

Rather than soothing you, it prompted the bundle of passion in your chest to burst, now sliding closer to him in the backseat to rest your head against his biceps. You adore Sukuna more than anything and you never fail to show it. Despite having two polar opposite love languages, as a pair you work in perfect harmony. No matter how much he claims he despises how touchy you can be, you catch him smiling to himself when you gaze up during prolonged cuddles. He has never been a good liar—he’s far too much of an honest man. Other than the cold front he puts on display, he truly does possess the warmest heart.

The taxi stops as the road comes to an end, allowing you both to gather your luggage and head up the path to the place where you will be staying for the next two weeks. It wasn’t anything luxurious—it was the cheapest villa you could find, but it was breathtaking nonetheless. After a short five-minute hike, you reach the door and unlock it using the key provided—the furnishing is sourced from local products, giving it an extreme tropical aesthetic. It was a pop of colour followed by a unique architectural design, and it blew your expectations far out of the park. You were ecstatic. Sukuna, who was left hurling the luggage, finally makes it through the door and slumps back onto the wall—his forehead dripping with sweat.

“Thank you; I love you.” You push yourself onto your tiptoes and place your hand on his chest for support, leaning into the peck before sweeping your baggage away.

“I know you do. Who else would carry all your shit?” Sukuna strides into the living area and sinks onto the sofa, staring up at the intricate details, “Place is pretty nice; I thought you said it wouldn’t be that good.”

“There weren't many photos online—I was just hoping it was real and we didn’t get scammed.”

“You are far too reckless to be allowed to handle that much money,” He stretches before standing and follows you upstairs, finding you lying flat on the bed in the master bedroom, “Aren’t you going to get changed? I thought you wanted to go to the beach.”

“I was testing out the mattress—it’s comfy. Wear your red swim shorts, I’m wearing my red bikini.” 

Since Sukuna is beginning to rush you, it’s best to get back on track. You strip from your plane attire and turn your back as you slip out of your lingerie. The bikini you chose was rather skimpy—you didn’t quite acknowledge that until you were putting it on. Bikini tops are notorious for coming undone, and you just had to pick one with the thinnest string. You pout your lips as you fidget, attempting to tie it until another set of hands make their presence known. Sukuna rubs your shoulders before tying a secure knot, then slaps your barely covered ass from behind.

“Make sure you put one of those cover things on.” He tosses the sarong near you and you nudge it aside with your foot for now.

“Do you think the top is too small for me?” You stand in the mirror, doing your best to snuggly tuck your breasts in.

“I like it; I think you look sexy.” Of course he does—what man could complain about that sight? He slides his hands around your waist and pulls you into a cuddle, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Let me see what you look like,” You wriggle free from his grasp and spin around, his chiselled figure instantly catching your eye while your tongue grazes over your dehydrated lips, “Wow.”

“Wow? Is that all?” He crosses his arms, a subtle way to flex his biceps.

“You look really good. Very hot.” 

“That’s better. Shall we go? You already packed a beach bag.”

“Ah-ah!” You grip Sukuna’s wrist before he heads out the bedroom door, stopping him in his tracks, “You need some sunblock.”

“I don’t burn in the sun—you know that.”

“Still, sunblock is good for your skin. Just let me put some—”

“No, I’ll be fine. Use it on yourself; I don’t need any.”

“One day you’re going to regret all that confidence.” You glare at him through the side of your eye while you lather your entire body, sure not to miss a spot.

“One day you’ll miss it. Hurry up; the sun will go down at the pace you’re moving. Should buy yourself some moonblock.”

“You’re hilarious—just take my bag downstairs and wait by the door!” You toss the sunblock back into your tote and his footsteps descend, leaving you to finish getting ready in peace.

When you’re satisfied with your hairstyle, you step into your sandals and meet him downstairs. He opens the door for you and allows you to tread out first, instantly greeted with the overwhelming intensity of the sun. It was sweltering; you felt as though you couldn’t take a proper breath. Thankfully, the air isn’t still. The breeze will make this bearable, it should increase when you move closer to the coast. If you had to guess, you would assume this is UV ten. You use your hand to provide shade while you walk down the path leading to the beach, Sukuna’s sweaty fingers intertwined with yours. Neither one of you could see properly—equally as blinded. Reaching the final step of the stairs which seemed to last minutes, you come in contact with the sand and breathe a sigh of relief.

The beach was full of life—different families and couples spread across the entire stretch of sand. It wasn’t bustling, but there were enough people to create an atmosphere. Surfers were busy enjoying the waves while children were building castles, heroically digging moats believing it would save their structure from the flood of sea water which is inbound. You find a spot away from the others and drop onto the ground, digging your hand through your bag to pull out the beach towel. This area has now been claimed by you and Sukuna. Since there won’t be much fun sitting around, you packed a frisbee you intend to use.

“Can we play?” You hand the frisbee over to him and he stands up, backing away to create a fair distance, “Don’t throw it too—”

Before you had time to finish your sentence, Sukuna had launched the frisbee using his full strength—it went soaring through the air. You begin chasing after it, dodging through herds of people to make it to the place where it landed before a child runs off with it. You were mortified by how you were panting—you felt like a dog playing fetch. He stood there with his hands on his hips, appearing miniscule from the position you’re in. You dash back, sensing the eyes of other adults burning through you. This was supposed to be a small-scale game, not a quarter of a span of land.

“Don’t do that! You don’t have to throw it like you’re competing in the Olympics, just do it like this.” You prepare to show him how it should be done, only for your throw to fail and the frisbee to fall a metre away from where you’re standing.

“Good job, baby. Threw it really far.” Sukuna grins; he recognises your pride plummeting rapidly and thrives in it.

“You are about to get on my last nerve.” You bite your cheek as you pick the frisbee up, hurling it his way only for him to catch it mid-air.

“That one wasn’t too bad; since when were you so competitive?” He throws it lighter this time, though you still can’t seem to grab it.

“Since my boyfriend decided to be an asshole who thinks he can win everything.”  The game goes back and forth, as does the clash of words.

“What’s his name? I know I’m not the asshole you’re referring to.”

“Can we do something else?” You snuggle the frisbee to your chest, closing the gap created between the two of you.

“You are a terrible sore loser,” He bends down and kisses your forehead, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “You weren't doing that bad—no need to get yourself upset.”

“I tried my best.”

“I know you did; you did quite well,” Sukuna takes the frisbee and puts it back in your bag, pulling out the deflated beach ball as an alternative, “Should we play catch? I know you like that.”

“Yes, let’s get closer to the water.” You drag Sukuna along while he puffs air into the ball, making it far firmer than it should be.

Now that the ball is full, you toss it to Sukuna. It was a peaceful take as opposed to the frisbee, both kneeling in the sea while playing. What Sukuna says about you is true; it doesn’t take much to please you at all. You are content with tossing a $5 ball on a $7000 vacation—excluding spending money. While many other couples would be on guided tours or rejuvenating in spa treatments, you’re now wrestling with him in the shallow waves, getting drenched as he pins you down. The fact that the two of you can have a good time minus the materialistic activities proves how genuine the connection is—you can source raw joy from indulging in each other’s presence. As time progresses, you grow tired and return to the beach towel, catching a glimpse of Sukuna’s bright red skin.

“Does your back hurt?” You stare up at him from the ground and he shrugs.

“Might’ve cut it on some shells when I was lying down.”

“You’re sunburned.” You shake your head, slathering his skin in the sunblock you encouraged him to wear earlier on. If only his pride wasn’t held so high, perhaps he would admit that you were right for once.

“I’d still be fine without the sunblock.”

“I’m sure you would.” You make it to the front of his body and massage it in, keeping the eye contact strong.

“Feels like you’re touching me up.” When your movements go still, he takes the opportunity to sling his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace.

“Do you have to make everything dirty?”

“That’s not dirty.” His hands cup your face while he reels you into a kiss, refusing to dial down his passion despite being in public. You’re slowly lowered to the ground, his body on top while he continues to plaster your face and torso with pecks.

“Sukuna, there are other people here—with children.” You mumble into his mouth and push him back by the forehead, catching that all too familiar glint in his eyes.

“So? Do their parents not kiss? Sounds like a marriage fault. I’m also certain that I’ve just seen an entire senior citizen’s cock—so have that as you will.”

“What!” You spin your head and the naked old couple come into view, your jaw hanging open, “I didn’t know this was a nude beach— Why are there kids here?” 

“This part of the beach isn’t nude—the other half is. There are signs separating the divide; I thought you saw them when we were walking down.”

“I’m horrified.” You murmur, snapping your attention back to Sukuna’s wandering hands.

“You do realise we’ll look like that too one day, don’t you? You’ll have to put up with sucking shrivelled old man dick.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to get hard?”

“Probably. You’ll always be sexy to me. Couldn’t care less if your skin was wrinkled or sagging; you’re still my girl.”

“Shut up, Sukuna.” His smile was wide; his wonky teeth made him more charming than he should be—even though many people find it unattractive, he pulls it off, a staple of why beauty standards are meaningless.

“Might as well enjoy one another while we’re still young—they seem happy.” Sukuna glances back at the couple and you slap his arm. If there’s one thing about Sukuna, it’s that he has zero shame.

“Stop staring at them! You’ve made your point; you’re being rude.”

Attentive to your orders, Sukuna directs his gaze back to you and lays down on top of your chest. Hoisting another one of the towels from your bag, he covers himself, occupied with finding a comfortable position to lounge. He was crushing you, but that’s something you have gotten used to—it was similar to snuggling up with a giant wild cat. He may be a brooding, well-built man, but your set of eyes see him differently. His eyelashes flutter shut while your nails scratch his scalp, the jet lag hitting him much harder than it hit you. You lay with him for an hour, stroking his hair while he caught up on missed sleep. Nature is the source of peace—the swash of water and the birds chirping was aiding relaxation, all the stress of working and planning slipping from your mind. A finger slides up your inner thigh, concealed by the blanket as Sukuna’s body shifts.

“Did you have a nice nap?” You lift the towel you draped over his head to protect him from the sun, and he mumbles his first few words in a raspy tone.

“I had a dream about you,” He grabbed your thigh, squeezing the flesh roughly, his index finger grazing against the edge of your bikini bottoms. While you would usually brush his tone off due to him just waking up, it is blatantly imbedded with sensual intent, “Can we go back to the villa?”

#sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk #oneshot #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #alternate universe #jjk fluff #fluff #jjk x reader

[yanderes-galore]

I need to feed my Yuuta brairot so can I request a yandere concept for Okkotsu with Childhood Friend! Darling?

At the time of writing this (5/30/24), I have finally seen Volume 0 on Crunchyroll so I can finally do this request! Hope you like it! Warning, this is a bit long and is mostly me rambling. I was a bit too excited to write his character, lol.

Yandere! Yuta Okkotsu with Childhood Friend! Darling

(Volume 0)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Mentions of depression/suicidal thoughts (Due to canon), Dark themes, Violence, Blood, Death, Trauma, Slight stalking, Dubious companionship/relationship.

The idea of this is actually a bit cute although unnerving.

Yuta's childhood friend in canon was Rika.

So I can take this request in two directions.

You replace Rika and end up being his Cursed Spirit companion.

You're different from Rika and have been one of the few other people Yuta is close to.

Both versions of the concept are intriguing but I think I'll stick to the second variation for the sake of simplicity. (I definitely want to explore the first version at some point)

Yuta was always a timid boy in childhood, often isolating himself due to Rika.

He was shown to be sick when young, maybe you met him and Rika in childhood?

When you were young you three were a trio, which would certainly keep Rika from killing you.

Rika, for the most part, reacts to Yuta's emotions.

As you grow up, Rika leaves you be due to how Yuta feels.

She's jealous at first, yet sees that Yuta would hate her if she hurt you.

Which leads to, guess what, you having them both to deal with until she passes on years later.

Yuta originally wants to isolate himself and not cause any trouble for you.

There's times he's wanted to end it all due to the amount of times he's been bullied.

However, he has you.

You try to help, even when Yuta is adamant on you not helping.

Especially since Rika proceeds to kill every single one of his bullies.

You're the only one he feels he can speak with.

But... he can tell you're scared of his Curse.

Yuta... is worried you'll hate him... which ends up driving him away from you at times.

It's worse if you can't see Curses, as you can't see the cause.

However, if you can?

Perhaps you're able to see Curses and are able to see Rika.

Well, even then, you're scared of what follows Yuta.

Even if Rika won't hurt you for Yuta.

You always knew Yuta as a timid kid and pitied him a bit.

Even in High School you tried to be close to him, hoping to still be supportive.

Unfortunately, Yuta may not see you again until after the events with Geto if you aren't a Sorcerer.

You aren't from a Sorcerer house, so you aren't quite sure what to think of Curses even if you can see them.

You're actually quite worried when Yuta goes MIA.

You two are in two different worlds now.

You're a non-sorcerer and Yuta is a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer.

You probably don't expect to see him again after he changes schools.

So it surprises you when Yuta does eventually show back up in your life.

Due to you being a non-sorcerer, Yuta may feel an overwhelming urge to protect you.

After all... the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons attack gets to him.

He knows of Geto's hate for "Monkeys" and realizes how... weak you are compared to a man like him.

Rika has moved on now, yet Yuta is still as strong as ever.

When Yuta sees you again, his chest tightens.

You're so oblivious to all he's gone through... and he's changed so much.

When you see him again, you go to ask if it's him.

Leading to Yuta enveloping you in a tight hug.

Oh how he's missed you.

You notice Yuta is extremely friendly and sociable compared to his usual timid self.

You want to ask so many questions, yet Yuta's just so excited.

He knows he has to study abroad soon, but he wanted to see you again so bad.

He's seen so much although he's unsure how to explain it.

Yuta has learned to cherish the friends he has.

Plus he definitely has anxiety about you since Geto's Curse Users are still around.

He keeps thinking about how strong he is...

You just keep smiling and talking to him, rambling to him as you have no clue what has happened.

Yuta thinks he can work with that.

Maybe it's for the best you don't know about the Sorcerer world?

Yuta may not tell you what happened if you don't know of Curses.

He's just been busy and has gotten help for his more timid nature.

You may not understand... but why does that matter?

Best you just focus on catching up, yeah?

Yuta has a higher chance of being a platonic yandere in this case, but he could also swing romantic.

His first concern when seeing you is making up for lost time.

He's been away from any source of normalcy for a long time now.

When seeing you he just wants to keep close.

Yuta's more protective than he was when he was younger with you.

You're surprised but he doesn't fully explain it until later.

He's just... missed you and has gone through a lot.

That's how the obsession begins, when he's older with you and seen the horrors of the world.

He's no longer that timid boy.

He's a man who can kill to protect those he loves.

Yet to you, he's still Yuta.

You notice he's more controlled now and things don't die around him anymore.

Although you have no clue where's he's been.

Yuta is an intense yandere due to how much he cares for people.

His obsession is most likely derived from the trauma he's gone through.

He's seen his fellow Sorcerers slaughtered and injured.

You aren't even a Sorcerer.

You're his childhood friend... one he sees as naive.

So wherever you go, Yuta is tempted to follow.

You just think he's being clingy.

If only you knew.

Yuta would kill for you if a Curse User targeted you.

You're oblivious to Curses and Curse Users hunting you down, before you even know about it, Yuta's slaughtered/exorcised them.

Yuta's used to blood on his clothes.

He always makes sure you're out of sight and out of range before he deals with any threat.

Yuta gains the mindset of wanting to protect you in this world even more now that he's a Sorcerer.

He's so sorry he pushed you away when he was younger.

Now he can protect you! (Similar to how Rika did with him)

Yuta is friendly but can be ruthless when you're in danger.

He feels no one else can protect you like he can.

As your childhood friend... he'll take that role.

You can't part from Yuta once he decides to stick by you.

It takes him a long time to go for his abroad studies.

He can't fathom the thought of leaving you alone now.

You find such behavior weird, granted, Yuta has been clingy in the past...

Not this much, though.

Honestly, even if Yuta explained the dangers of being a Jujutsu Sorcerer to you, you'd be hesitant until you saw it yourself.

He may even tell you eventually as much as he hates it so you know to stay close.

Yuta is already a protector at heart, it's in his blood (Quite literally, he's related to Gojo distantly)

So it's obvious he'll sacrifice everything to keep you safe.

Rika's gone now, he knows that.

You aren't.

For the sake of Rika and his own well-being, he needs you safe.

It's too easy to die in this world.

Hopefully you trust him... right?

The blood on his clothes is necessary.

Unfortunately it's also a common sight.

There's no use being stubborn with him, either.

Yuta's going to be stern with you, after all, he's seen what this world is really like.

Yuta loves you, as to what extent is up to you.

He follows you everywhere until he's dragged off to study abroad.

Even if he is, I can see him asking someone to watch over you until he can return.

Like Gojo or one of his friends for example.

He'd rather die than lose you to a Curse User or Curse when he's gone.

So prepare for Yuta never leaving your side once he comes back from his studies...

You and Rika have protected him enough... it's time he returned the favor.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere yuta #yandere yuta okkotsu

[kandyzee]

The emotional incest aspect of Frank and Fionas relationship has been on my mind sm so imma talk about it.

I don't exclusively think that it's emotional. Frank makes a few creepy comments but I'm gonna talk about that after.

First here is a quick summary of what emotional incest is cause so far everyone I have tried to talk to about this didn't know what it was

I think the most noticeable example of Frank going to fiona for emotional support is how he makes her raise her siblings. Throughout the whole show, Frank talks about how his kids are a consistent cause of stress for him, even goes as far to blame them for his drinking. Part of the reason he's so good with franny is because there isn't as much responsibility and grandchild 'don't expect anything' from him. He willingly unloads that work onto fiona even when she is a young child. The burden/stress should have been passed onto Monica. Since she isn't around, a lot of the time Fiona steps up. This is why I think this aspect of their relationship goes unnoticed. People accept that fiona had no choice when really Frank could have found an adult to help him like fiona goes to kev & Vee. Frank had brothers, for example, but he wanted fiona, his young daughter, instead.

Something I think is almost just as significant is Fionas' willingness to help Frank despite her obvious hate for him. In season one, Fiona is the most determined out of all her siblings to get Frank back from Canada. That, to me, shows that bringing Frank home is normal. It's part of her job as the caretaker of the house. She isn't just taking care of her siblings but also Frank. Not only does fiona get Frank back, but she trusts he will. We see this in S3 ep1 when fiona tells Debbie that 'He always comes back'. During that same scene, we find out that Frank had left fiona for almost a year when she was 9. Frank isn't dumb. He knows fiona will worry about him. By leaving her for so long, Frank doesn't just put her siblings' lives in her hands but also puts the worry of his wellbeing on her, too. Although I don't think this is him directly him leaning on her emotionally. we know Frank is happiest when he knows someone is careing/worrying for him. I find it odd that he decides to find that feeling with fiona of all people.

A scene I think about a lot is when fiona goes to comfort Frank about his mother.

Frank doesn’t say anything. He leans into her slightly and accepts the comfort she is giving him. Typically, when Frank's parenting is criticised, he gets mad, especially if he is already emotional. Here tho when fiona says that her parents suck referring to him, he smiles. This is because it's fiona saying it to him. Frank knows he's being insulted, but there's a disconnect for him. Frank doesn't fully see himself as fionas dad. I also think it's interesting how he so easily let's fiona be motherly towards him (she's comforting in the same way she would with her younger siblings) when it's his real mum that has caused his pain to begin with. Fiona is a tool to fill different roles. In this example, it's the parental one.

A large part of what emotional incest is is the idea that the parents view the child as a like partner. This is 1000% Frank and Fiona. I've talked about how fiona takes the parental responsibility that should be Monica's, but it's Frank himself that compares the two in a different way.

Thinking of Frank being attracted to Fiona makes me deeply uncomfortable, but I think it's a real possibility and shouldn't be pushed aside. The 'wild and dangerous' natural of monica is something Frank fell in love with. At Monica's funeral, Frank tells the story of when he fell for her. The story summed up is Monica acting 'crazy' and being naked. Saying his daughter looks like her mum isn't inherently creepy. It's normal until the 'stripper on a bender dangerous'. It's a description of the 'wild and dangerous' Frank finds so attractive. It almost sounds like a reference to how Frank and Monica fell in love if Monica was a stripper ofc. Even still then you could argue that he doesn't mean it like that. If you think about instances like in s1 ep8 where Frank tells his daughter to be 'skins' meaning she would take her top off ,it clicks as something much more unsettling.

I think the shift in their relationship started when fiona was 9 yrs old. She often brings up this age, probably because it was the most traumatic. This is the age where Frank is away for most of the year.

The way I imagine it is that Frank comes home to find that Fiona has matured considerably. The fact that she says guys have been trying to sleep with her since she was 9 makes me think she was an early bloomer. Considering she had been solo raising her siblings for a large amount of time, she has developed emotionally, not just physically. This leads Frank to relying on her more than he would before. She's more capable, and her older appearance makes it's that little bit easier to start forming the previously mentioned disconnect with being her father.

The effects of covert incest (they could be caused by something else who knows) match up perfectly with Fiona. She has problems surrounding both physical and emotional intimacy, has a lack of self-esteem and identity, finds it hard to set and adhere to boundaries, and has a love/hate relationship with her parent. The way she leaves the show is a great example of these imo. It's her lack of identity that pushes her so deep into the caretaker role. Her desperation to look after everyone causes strain on her siblings' relationships because she can't handle boundaries. Her low self-esteem makes it easier for her to fall into alcoholism. When all these things come to a head, she leaves to find herself.

Another factor to why this lable fits their dynamic is Frank's favouritism towards Fiona. Fiona prefers Frank to Monica, and when Frank reveals he has a hidden daughter, she is upset. Nor just because Frank lied but also about that means her place is at risk of being taken. The special treatment she gets from being the favourite starts as something good but slowly fades into something more unpleasant. When she stops being daddies little girl like she's meant to Frank, he gets mad. He sabotages her relationships as if he's determined to be the only man in her life. The way Frank acts with Jimmy Steve feels more like a jealous ex than a concerned dad.

The last key thing i want to talk about is that Frank doesn't mention fiona at the end of the show. This might should be like a reach but stay with me. At the start of the show, Frank says,'Fiona, my rock, huge help. Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she's not a raging psycho bitch.' The first ever thing we find out about Fiona is that she is like her mother and has essentially taken her place. Its made to sound like they are a team. Fiona is the only one to be compared to someone else. When Frank gets over Monica's death, he gets over fiona, too. Frank has so deeply intertwined Monica and fiona that without fiona near him, she is simply forgettable. Even though fiona is Frank's favourite, he doesn't see her as her own person. She was a placeholder, and with no one to step in for, she isn't worth mentioning.

I still think I could say more about this, but I'm not risking getting everything deleted again, so I'm done. I do really fast wanna say that sometimes the parents don't realise they have such an unhealthy relationship with their kids, so for once, Frank might not know what he's doing wrong here.

#yk its serious when my ramblings move from twitter to tumblr #shameless us #fiona and frank #fiona gallagher #shameless #frank gallagher #fuck frank #fiona gallagher meta #shameless meta

[estellan0vella]

I'll Be Right Here ❀ Toji Masterlist HFBU

You’re home alone, and the house is quiet. Toji left for work early this morning, promising to be back by dinner. The clock ticks softly on the wall, and the faint hum of the refrigerator is the only sound filling the room. You’ve been feeling fine today, just a little tired, but that’s not unusual.

You sit on the couch with a book in hand, trying to lose yourself in the story. The sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. You glance at your phone, checking for any messages from Toji. There’s nothing new, so you put it back down and return to your book.

Suddenly, a strange feeling washes over you. It’s hard to describe, but you know this sensation all too well. It’s the aura that precedes a seizure. Your heart races, and you feel a wave of anxiety crash over you. You try to focus on your breathing, grounding yourself in the present moment, but the feeling intensifies.

You reach for your phone again, trying to call Toji, but your hands are shaking too much to dial the number. Panic sets in as you realize what’s happening. You need to get to a safe place, somewhere you won’t hurt yourself if you fall.

You manage to get off the couch and stumble toward the bedroom. Each step feels heavier than the last, and your vision begins to blur. You make it to the bed and sit down, feeling the room spin around you. Your thoughts are jumbled, and it’s getting harder to think clearly.

You lie down, trying to get into a position where you won’t hurt yourself. The seizure hits you hard, and everything goes dark.

When you come to, you’re disoriented and confused. Your body feels heavy, and your head is pounding. You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the sun is lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the room. You blink a few times, trying to clear the fog from your mind.

You hear the front door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps. Toji’s voice calls out, “I’m home!”

You want to respond, to let him know you’re here, but your throat feels dry, and you can’t seem to form the words. You hear him moving through the house, and then his footsteps quicken as he comes down the hallway.

He appears in the doorway, and the moment he sees you, his expression shifts from casual to concerned. “Hey,” he says softly, coming to your side. “What happened?”

You manage to whisper, “Seizure.”

Toji’s face tightens with worry, and he gently lifts you into a sitting position, supporting your back with one strong arm. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

You nod weakly, though you’re not entirely sure if you are. “Just… tired.”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here,” he murmurs into your hair. “I should have been here.”

You lean into his embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of his body. “It’s not your fault,” you say softly. “You can’t be here all the time.”

Toji’s hold tightens, and he kisses the top of your head. “I know, but I hate that you had to go through this alone.”

He helps you lie back down and covers you with a blanket. “Just rest,” he says gently. “I’ll take care of everything.”

You close your eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the seizure pulling you back into sleep. Toji stays by your side, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of your mind. You know he’ll be there when you wake up, ready to help you through whatever comes next.

When you wake again, it’s dark outside. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of a lamp on the bedside table. Toji is sitting in a chair beside the bed, his eyes fixed on you. He looks relieved when he sees you’re awake.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “How are you feeling?”

You take a moment to assess yourself. The headache has dulled to a manageable throb, and the heaviness in your limbs has lessened. “Better,” you reply, your voice still a little shaky. “Tired, but better.”

Toji nods and reaches out to hold your hand. “I made some soup. Do you think you can eat something?”

You nod, realizing you’re hungry. He helps you sit up again, propping pillows behind your back for support. Then he leaves the room for a moment and returns with a tray holding a bowl of steaming soup and a glass of water.

He sits beside you on the bed, carefully spoon-feeding you the soup. It’s warm and comforting, and you feel a little stronger with each bite. Toji’s presence is reassuring, and you’re grateful for his patience and care.

As you finish the soup, you glance at him and see the worry still etched on his face. “I’m okay,” you assure him. “Really. It’s just part of having epilepsy.”

He sighs and sets the tray aside, then takes your hand in both of his. “I know, but I hate seeing you like this. I wish I could do more.”

“You’re doing everything you can,” you tell him. “Just being here helps more than you know.”

Toji looks at you, his eyes softening. “I love you,” he says quietly. “And I’m here for you, no matter what.”

You smile, feeling a surge of warmth in your chest. “I love you too, Toji.”

He leans in and kisses you gently, his lips soft against yours. “Get some rest,” he says when he pulls back. “I’ll be right here.”

You lie back down, feeling more at ease. Toji stays beside you, his hand holding yours as you drift off to sleep. You know there will be more challenges ahead, but with Toji by your side, you feel ready to face them. His love and support give you the strength to keep going, even on the hardest days.

And as you fall asleep, you’re grateful for the man who stands by you, no matter what.

#jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsukaisen #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x you #fushiguro toji #toji x y/n #toji zenin #epilepsy awareness #epilepsy

[thefangirlfever]

Stress Relief, part 2: 18+, Minors Do Not Interract (a Miguel O'hara fanfic)

Summary: When your boyfriend has to travel for his job, you both have to find an other way to relieve all the tension…

Tags: F/M, Smut, very self-indulgent, Use of toys, Sex phone, Masturbation (M/F), heavy dirty talk, established relationship, very horny, dicussion of aftercare

Word count: 4642

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It was not often that Miguel had to travel for his work. But this week he had to. There was this huge conference in Toronto where he would meet a lot of specialists and renowned scientists, including some who could support his upcoming projects. This was an occasion he couldn’t miss, even if the thought of being away from you made him feel a bit melancholic. Unfortunately it wasn’t like he had a choice. He could tell you weren’t too happy about him leaving for a whole week, even if you did your best to hide it. To most people it would have seemed like you accepted the situation, but he knew you better after three years together.

That was why he was trying to not show too much enthusiasm about the conference, to not bum you.

« I wish they had chosen an other time for this. It must be freezing in Canada right now... », he grunted under his breath. He was just adding an other sweater inside his suitcase. The sight and the dedication he was putting into trying to hide his enthusiasm was pretty endearing and enough to make you look up from your book.

« Is it enough of a reason to pack 6 sweaters ? »

He didn’t miss your snicker and replied sheepishly: “He, you know me, I’m not made for cold weather…”

You hum in response and tried to look back at your book when your eyes catch the shape of a box wrapped in colorful wrapping paper. Despite having your interest piqued, you didn’t ask any question about it. But Miguel caught your curious gaze on the package and a wry smile crossed his lips:

“This is a little something I got for you, so you will be able to wait for me while I’m away…”

This time, you definitely closed your book and he was pleased to see that he had your full attention.

“Oh, what’s this?”

“Huh huh, I’m not telling you now. You’ll have to wait til I’m gone to know.”

He couldn’t help but smile at your small pout. His smile stayed on his face even when you started crawling toward him. Once your body stood in front of his with you on your knees on the bed and your arms wrapped around his shoulders, he could feel a familiar strain in his pants.

“Why?”

“Because…” He seemed to struggle finding his words when you looked at him this way, with your doe-eyes hidden underneath the thick curls of your lashes. “It won’t be a surprise anymore if I tell you now. And I want you to use it only once I’m gone.”

“Ah ah...It’s something I could use alone!” He mentally cursed himself forgiving you already a hint of what could be inside this package. “I wonder what could it be?” You may have asked this innocently but he didn’t miss the way one of your hands travel down his torso with your spread fingers taking in the enticing shapes hidden beneath his tight-fitting shirt.

Miguel gently grabbed your wrist and held it a few seconds, preventing you from moving any lower. But the hurt was already done. He was spotting a semi-hard tent inside his sweatpants, the outline clearly visible under the gray fabric. He shushed you gently while shaking his head:

“You’ll have to wait a bit more...Just one more day...”

No matter how much you would groan in irritation or pout, you knew he wouldn’t flinch and so you decided to let it go. You were about to turn back to your reading, adverting your body away from his when his hands found their usual place on your hips. You immediately stopped whatever move you were going to do and looked down at his fingers on your exposed midriff. Miguel nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, not even bothering pushing away your hair. He was too eager to feel it against his face one last time before his departure, to immerse himself into its luxurious softness and intoxicating scent. His warm breath fanned over your skin, heightening every sensation on your already taut body.

“I’ll miss you… You know it, right?”

“And here I thought you were unaffected by this… You know it’s only for a week?” You may have teased him but you were also affected by his departure. It’s been the longest the two of you have been away since you moved in together. You wouldn’t consider yourself clingy but it would surely feel weird the first days, coming back home without finding him on the couch or in the kitchen, without finding his shoes already waiting for you in the hallway, and falling asleep alone…

“How could I be unaffected by this?” Miguel replies in a slightly raspier voice. His hands were moving to a more dangerous territory, making their way toward the curve of your buttocks. He knew this was only for a week and even if he was not clingy either, the idea of staying away form you this long seemed like an eternity.

“I don’t even know if I’ll be able to focus on my work with you so far away…” His words were punctuated by small pecks that he would pepper along the column of your neck down the smooth curve of your shoulder. His hips pressed urgently against yours in a pleading motion. Alone with you, in the intimacy of your room, he was unraveling into the needy mess he tried to hide outside.

“Please, Y/N...please…” You shushed him gently and pulled him closer to your body, feeling the depth of his desire against you.

“C’me here, sweetheart…” These were the last words you found yourself able to speak properly before a low groan escaped your lips and you both fell down the bed.

***

You knew that the hardest part of your day would be when you would have to come back home. Miguel had left the airport around 6 in the morning and has informed you of every step of his journey by messages, pictures and even voice mails. Coupled with your work, you didn’t realize that you were now alone and the fact only hit you when you get back at the apartment later that night.

The heavy silence inside the place was the only thing welcoming you while you slowly took your shoes off. Some of your friends had offered you to go out tonight, and even to move out for a whole week. It would be like a giant sleepover. But somehow this was not what you needed. Going out won’t bring Miguel back home sooner and you knew that you wouldn’t have been of any good company tonight.

At least, having the apartment all to yourself had some perks. This meant music playing freely around the place, taking a bath as long as you wanted to and the control remote for you alone. Miguel had assured you he had checked in his hotel approximately 8 hours ago. He also texted you the planning of the conferences and even through the texts you could sense his enthusiasm. In this situation it was hard to bring his mood down by telling him how lonely you felt tonight.

It as around your fourth glass of wine, or maybe was it the sixth, that you remembered the present he had left for you. The package had definitely picked your interest, especially since the shape of it didn’t let you have any idea of what could lay inside… Miguel did mention that it was something to occupy you during his journey, so you might as well unwrap it now.

You scurried to the dressed in your shared room, where he had left the package, your footsteps echoing trough the empty place. The package came with a small handwritten card. Only these cryptic words were written: “I hope you’ll have fun while waiting for me.”

A strange feeling started growing inside your gut, almost as if you could finally guess what he got you. No...that would be too unlikely. And how could he have bought something like this anyway?

Unless…

There was only way to know. You grabbed the box carefully and sat down the edge of the bed. As you kept unwrapping the present, the sensation down your stomach only amplified. Your heart was beating loud enough for you to feel it drum inside your ears.

What if this wasn’t this? Would you be disappointed?

When you finally lifted the lid of the box, there was no more room for doubt.

And clearly, you were not disappointed.

But saying you were surprised was an understatement.

There, nestled inside pink paper lied a...vibrator. Bright pink with ridges all along what was supposed to emulate a penis. The thing was clearly different from what you usually used. Most of the times you were drawn to more...discreet toys. No noise, no penetration needed, smaller...And there comes this thing with its obnoxious bright color, its large and thick base as well as its two ‘bunny ears’. By rule of thumb, you could tell the length wouldn’t be a problem. It looked almost as long as Miguel’s, around the same diameter...And it seemed to work with a battery. You pressed the ON button without any expectation and to your surprise, the toy started vibrating. The phallic shape almost seemed to rotate while the ‘bunny ears’ vibrated but that was not the only movement you noticed.

Your eyes opened slightly wider when you noticed the base of the toy...move. It seemed like under the pink silicone, something was shifting. Something like small...beads.

You quickly turned the toy off. It was hard to tell if your cheeks got flushed because of this or the drinks you got. With a small grunt you let yourself fall down the bed, the toy still in your hand.

This thing was not a toy, it was made to kill. Even if the attention was nice and you were the first one to advocate for the use of toys, you didn’t know how to feel about it. It was both different and very alike to what you were used to. One look at the phallic shape and you gulped loudly. Did you really see beads moving underneath the surface?

With a careful touch you let your finger trace the ridges over the smooth material, almost as if it was alive. Your index traced the shape of it and then slowly followed the ridges. They looked like small mountains with creases and valleys, creating a very...interesting relief. You kept mapping the toy with your slow touch until your finger pinched the edge of it, the tip if you would. Almost as a reflex, your thumb rubbed small circles over the squishy mushroom head. After a few seconds spent rubbing the silicon, you realized that you were biting your lower lip and waiting for something to happen. Something that wouldn’t come from a toy.

What was Miguel doing?

The thought stopped your movement and you rolled over the bed with a low groan. You were sure of it now, he did this on purpose. He specifically chose this toy among all the other ones just to torture you, to have you think about his cock while he was miles away and out of reach.

Just when you were thinking this, your phone vibrated; the sound reminding you of the toy in your hand with great embarrassment. The name on your screen made you immediately reply.

Y/N: What the hell is this?

It took only a couple of seconds for Miguel to send back a text. You could almost feel him smiling behind his keyboard.

M: Just something to help you relax. I’m glad you like it.

A few seconds later, you received an other text:

M: We’re talking about the same thing, right?

You immediately typed back:

Y/N: I don’t know. Are we talking about the monster you left on my dresser that strangely looks like your own cock?

M: I’m feeling flattered you think it looks alike.

You send back a deadpan emoji, to which he replied:

M: Sorry for being cock-y. But seriously...do you like it?

Y/N: Don’t know, haven’t tested it out yet.(please, stop making puns)

You had to wait a bit longer to get an other reply. Maybe he had fallen asleep? Or maybe you went too far and he felt awkward about all of this? You were not expecting the next message you got.

M: I can change it again if you don’t like it this way.

Y/N: What do you mean ‘change it again’?

M: I may or may not have added some details into this toy… Have you seen the beads?

You looked back at the thick base and replied with a growing heat in your cheeks:

Y/N: They’re kinda hard to miss.

M: Well, I added them myself. If it bothers you, I can add, or remove some of the details on it. Nothing is more important than your comfort.

You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face at his words.

Y/N: So, what you’re telling me is that one of the most brilliants engineer in the whole country spend his free time to upgrade some vibrator?

M: I know it will be worth it.

Y/N: Do you?

You hadn’t realized it yet but you were lying down the bed, fully relaxed now and something told you that Miguel was doing the same. It was almost like these times when you would both chat together until you fell into sleep out of exhaustion.

M: Yeah. Just imagining you using it was already worth the time spent working on this.

The sheer time and energy he spent working on this project made the attention even sweeter. You couldn’t deny it any longer. You would have loved any present coming from Miguel, no matter what it was. But the idea of something he crafted itself made it even more endearing.

Y/N: Thanks for the present, it was really sweet of you.

Y/N: So… you’ve been thinking about me using it?

The reply came quicker this time. He is so predictable sometimes.

M: Not gonna lie, it’s been hard focusing today, knowing you could be using it at any time of the day.

M: That’s exactly why I chose this one. I could picture you using it almost immediately.

The chat was clearly diving into more risky territory. Not that you complained. You could definitely use some relaxing time after that stressful day. Your free hand was already resting on your hip and your eyes darted between your phone screen and the vibrator.

Y/N: Shouldn’t you already be asleep?

M: It’d be hard to sleep in my condition right now…

You sent back a line of question marks, to which he replied with a simple picture. The pic was taken in the mirror of his hotel room. Miguel was sitting at the edge of the bed, manspreading, shirtless, in his gray sweats, the shape of a very noticeable erection outlined by the light of the room.

Okay. If you had any more doubt about his intentions, it was now fully clear.

Y/N: That was very subtle of you.

M: You’re really trying to talk about subtlety after seeing your present?

Y/N: Fair enough.

You couldn’t help but look back at the picture he sent you, zooming in on some details. And the lingering heat in your stomach didn’t go away. On the contrary it only seemed to get more insistent.

Y/N: I gotta say, your room looks nice.

M: Are you really looking at the decoration?

Y/N: No.

A small pause. Three dots moving on the screen. And finally you got an other message.

M: I missed you, you know. I wish you were here. No, I wish I was with you, no matter where.

Your heart skipped a small beat at his confession and you tried to quickly compose yourself, despite the fact that you were...alone, with no one to see the flustered, and horny mess you were turning into. Your eyes fell back onto the shape of the toy and you couldn’t get the image of the beads out of your mind this time.

Your silence didn’t seem to deter Miguel. At this point you were sure nothing would stop him.

M: The things I would do to you if you were here.

M: Just wait till I get home…

You clenched your thighs almost as in a reflexive move. You had no trouble imagining what he would do if he was here.

Y/N: I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait til then.

M: Me neither.

The solution to this problem was obvious, so obvious in fact that none of you seemed to want to admit it. Your eyes darted between the toy and the dial button on the phone. You had never tried this before. Sure you have already send each other some pictures but nothing like this… What if you assumed wrongly his attentions? What if he wasn’t comfortable enough to do this?

Miguel took you out of your reflections with a simple message:

M: Can I call you now?

Your only response was to press on the dial button. He only replied after one ring. His face and shoulders soon filled out the screen. He was still shirtless and you could tell he had recently washed his hair by the way the strands stick to his neck. A small minute of silence filled the space while you observed each other with almost shy smiles. Finally a soft chuckle from Miguel’s side broke the tension.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Are you currently wearing my shirt?”

You looked down and replied with a shrug: “I just took the first thing I saw…”

“Sure…” Miguel was by no mean fooled by your answer but he hummed in amusement. It’s not like he would complain. He liked the view of you, drowned in the oversize piece of clothe, with your thighs bare and one of your shoulders exposed. His eyes followed the curves and hollows of your collarbones before locking on the small mole at the crook of your neck. He could almost taste it under his lips, how warm and smooth you felt, the rich and salty taste of your skin, your perfume pricking his nose… The strain in his pants became harder to ignore by the minute and you could see him shift over the bed, trying to adjust as best as possible.

“So...what were we talking about already?” You asked as an attempt to bring the conversation further from your very light outfit. A wry smile curled up Miguel’s lips: “If I recall correctly, we were talking about the things I would do to you if you were here…”

“Oh right…”

It was your time to shift slightly over the bed, your thighs rubbing against one another, trying to ease the throbbing ache between your legs.

“And what would you do exactly?”

Even though he took a moment to think about it, it was clear he knew exactly the answer to this question. In fact he fantasized about it all day.

“Well, first of all...I would get you out of this shirt, no matter how cute you look inside it…”

You hummed softly, your breath a bit shorter as you visualized his hands pulling up your shirt like he did so many times in the past.

“And then?” Your fingers shifted toward the hem of the said shirt without you even thinking about it.

Miguel seemed like he was struggling to speak, as if his whole mouth had suddenly gone dry. He slowly licked his lips and the sight made your fingers press lightly against the fabric of your panties.

“I would...kiss you. Everywhere.” This sounded both like a threat and a promise and you had to stifle a gasp. You pursed your lips tightly and pressed your fingers harder against the fabric. Warmth oozed from between your thighs. You finally nodded as a sign that you heard him.

Miguel was feeling his heart beating faster and the lump inside his throat getting thicker. The sight of you visibly turned-on, your eyes glazed with lust and your eyelids heavy...it stirred something inside him, something that left him almost breathless. He could also picture your naked body, free of the shirt and the could imagine how the skin would break into goosebumps, how you would shiver against him before arching yourself under his touch.

His own hand dropped lower down his body.

“I would...do things to you…”, his shorter breath was indicating that he had also succumbed, just the way you did. He was palming himself through the fabric of his sweatpants, imagining these were your hands making him feel good, feeling his warmth, his arousal, his sensitivity…

“Yeah...me too…” Your reply was everything he could dream of and more. Emboldened, his hand cupped his erection and he felt his eyes roll back. The simple gesture sent a shot of arousal straight to the rest of his body.

“Like what?”

“I would...touch you, kiss you too...remove your pants, get on my knees…”

Every word you uttered was like a straight punch to his gut. At this point, his pants were of no use. The tent created by his engorged member was indecent and so he slipped them down his thighs, freeing his already leaky cock. You couldn’t see it, but the sound of ruffled fabric helped your imagination fill the blanks.

“You saw that mirror in my room? I would have you there, sitting on the bed with your legs spread f’me...right in front of that mirror and I would...I would eat you out. I would let you watch for yourself…”

The vivid image he depicted appeared clear as day in your mind. You couldn’t hold back any longer and you slipped your hand under the cotton of your underwear. You were already wet without any surprise. Your fingers tangled for a few seconds with the soaked curls of your pubic hair before your found the source of your heat. You slowly traced your lips and a small moan escaped your lips.

Miguel’s ears perked up at the sound and he muttered in a low gruff: “That’s it, let me hear these pretty sounds, baby… You’d like that, huh? For me to take you in front of a mirror, like we did last time?”

You could only nod your head while you slipped a first, careful finger inside your core. Your walls clenched around...nothing, or at least not as much as what you needed. You quickly had to add an other finger, motivated by the voice of Miguel in the background. It felt like he was whispering straight into your ear with this sultry tone of his.

“...what if we changed the rules this time? I’d get you on all four and took you from behind. What’ya think, honey? You’d like to see that? How cute of a mess would you be?”

A total mess. You would be a total mess as he would ram into you, making you cry out his name backshots after backshots while supporting your with his arms alone. Your thumb circled around your clitoris and you gasped. Your whole body jolted and a low whimper left Miguel’s lips.

“Please, let me see you, angel...I want to see you…” His whole face was flushed with heat, his luscious lips parted as he breathed harder and his tousled hair falling over his forehead. He was a sight to see, but so do you. He couldn’t care less about his image or how needy he might look.

You pulled your panties down and adjusted the camera to give him a good view of your pussy. An other moan breached the barrier of his restraint and this time his voice cracked slightly as he begged you: “Let me hear these pretty moans… Show me your face again…”

You adverted the camera and after a micro-second of hesitation, you grabbed the vibrator, turned it on and placed it against your entrance. The sound made Miguel’s breath even more labored, as much as his gaze toward you was adoring.

“Such a pretty thing...You know how crazy you drive me when you take care of yourself, honey? When you look so lost in pleasure that the rest of the world doesn’t exist?”

“Yes…” This was both an answer and a small cry of pleasure as the head of the toy penetrated your slick entrance. It stretched you out deliciously, almost as perfectly as Miguel.

“There’s some lube in the box too…”, Miguel informed you and indeed, you found a bottle of lube down the pink paper. You groaned as you sprayed the liquid over the phallic shape and muttered:

“What would I do without you?”

He was visibly too busy to reply to you with anything else than a pathetic whimper. This time, you managed to slide the toy more easily and you could them...the small beads under the silicon surface. They were moving at the same pace than the head, massaging your swollen lips, stimulating you in a way that felt both new and mind-blowing. Combined with the massage of the ‘bunny ears’, this was too much for you to stay quiet. Miguel seemed to find his own pleasure in your high-pitched whimpers and the way you tossed around the bed. His mind was getting lost in a lustful haze, both nourished by your voice and the images in his mind. The most vivid of them consisted of you, on your knees sucking him off while the toy would pump faster inside you. And in the middle of this moment, he had a flash of lucidity, if you can call it that. He needed to design something to control the toy at distance, like a remote… The thought of you squirming under his eyes while he would control every movement and pulse of the toy was making him almost delirious. No matter how hard he was trying to edge himself, to show some restraint, he could feel his palm getting slicker, warmer… It was only a question of time before he lost it.

Watching you move was like looking at a picture in motion. The way your brows rose with every new inflection of your voice, how you whisper his name among many words he could barely make out, how he could easily imagine that you were getting heated from the pink hue on your cheeks, the sight of your plush lips swollen from your biting…

So, when you came, he was unable to look away.

Your walls clenched around the toy as your clit plead for mercy, all red and sensitive from the stimulation. He wasn’t any better himself and he was panting like an animal when the first drops of his semen started staining the sheets underneath him.

The buzz of the vibrator stopped and you both found yourself silent as the realization of what you just did hit you. After a small minute, this was again Miguel’s laugh that broke the tension. He was lying on this side, holding his phone with one hand, the remain of his orgasm visible on his lower stomach. It may have felt good, very good, but he missed the feeling of your skin after the moment, of your scent, the small comforting ritual you both had after sex… And so did you.

“Hey…”

You soft voice caught his attention. His eyes looked almost feverish as he looked back at you.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

Maybe it was his eyes playing tricks on him but it looked like you were almost glowing after this moment. No. You were definitely glowing.

“Thanks for the present.”

A large smile lit up his face as he replied: “You’re welcome, love.”

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Taglist: Thanks to @safixiovi for pointing out the idea of Miguel making his own toy for his partner.

And thanks to anyone who read, commented and reblogged the first part 🌻. There will definitely be a third part👀

Notes: Waiting for a sex-toy brand to sponsor these stories.

< Part 1 / Part 3 >

My Masterlist

#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #fanfic #spiderverse #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel ohara smut

[d011zk1ll]

Au where they have the miraculous, but after LB and Chats debut, Alya makes an update discord server as well as the Blog. Adrien doesn't go to their school, his father using the amok to stop him, but he joins the server. What's the harm in getting updates quicker than the ladyblog anyways?

Marinette joins for the same reason, as well as supporting her friend.

Alya eventually opens up a general section so people can talk, and share experiences. To bring the server together (she also finds volunteer therapist's with experience who help Akuma victims through the server cause Alyas like that). Adrien is the biggest Ladybug fan, his username is probably something like LBLove123 and Marinette is Chat's. She literally pays nitro so she can make her server name and entire server profile Chat Noir themed. They get into light hearted joke arguments about who the better Hero is, eventually Marinette wins and Adrien has to change his profile picture to some mug of Chat as a losing thingy.

All while this is happening, Lb and Chat are hiding the fact they're on the server from one another.

After like, half a year Adrien dm's marinette like "hey, so you like. Really like Chat Noir, huh?" And she goes "no. He's actually the worst and I hate him" adrien, the autistic little dumbass he is takes it as the truth and responds with "oh :(" So marinette apologises a ton and starts using tone tags. They add eachother as friends and even start playing online UMC on VC together.

Adrien really wants to meet marinette, but she responds with "how about this, when Ladybug and Chat Noir get together." And it's like a reverse crush au, so Adrien is infatuated with this girl he's never met and Marinette falls for Chat. So now, chat is trying to convince Lb to fake date him, and she (as much as she wants to say yes) says no. Because well. It's dangerous! Stuff could happen and it might not end well! Plus, it would mean LbLove123 (who only kept his name to match Marinette's) won the bet she set up in her head

Basically reverse crush online friend adrienette au while they're actually just eachothers dumbass superhero partner.

Plagg would egg him on, Tikki would warn her the risks of people online.

Also Adrien's pronouns in his pronouns slot are "🎀🐾🐞He/She/They🐞🐾🎀"

The bow is for this mysterious Chat noir lover who he knows loves pink, bows, fashion and threatens to beat him up with her shoe on the regular. The paw print is for Chat Noir, and the ladybug is for Lb!! Also he's gender fluid in this au ✨✨

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous adrien #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #mlb chat noir #rambles #mlb au #mlb au idea #au idea #online au #adrienette #marichat #ladynoir #genderfluid adrien agreste #bisexual adrien agreste #pansexual marinette

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #12 | 06.09.24

And it's time! 💜 Another month, another devlog, and this one comes with great news!

First of all, we FINALLY settled everything with our studio's bank account, which means we can start sending the necessary documentation to Steam so the demo can be approved. Beta testing has almost ended and all that's left is a bit more of anxious revisions and getting the paperwork together.

We will announce the demo release date very very soon; as soon as we can announce our Steam page! We are hoping that can be settled this upcoming week, but let's see what happens. As the finishing line approaches, we have less to show mainly because we are saving some juicy things for our Kickstarter Pre-Release, so bear with us for a minute! ; v ;

Also, let's be real—paperwork is boring. No one wants to read about me fist-fighting Steam or the Spanish government.

So let's jump into it! 💜

PD: I have a lot of asks left to reply to, so let me apologize for being a bit on the slower side! T_T

This month, for mermay, we got a wonderful shrimp prince! 🧡

Seriously, though; he's supposed to be a lionfish, but the shrimp joke was too funny. Just look at this shrimpy beauty! 🦐

When it comes to the sprites, Raquel wants to add some touches to a few expressions, but she's now focusing on getting our merch art ready. We are so so excited to be able to show it! :')

🎉🎉All the backgrounds have been finished!🎉🎉

Well, all the assets have been finished, should I say! Everything is animated, programmed, and ready to go.

Programming wise, the beta testing process has been going great. Special thanks to Allie, our editor, and Lem (@crescencestudio) for offering their help in beta testing the demo! Also, A.J, Narjs, and Ela, our other beta testers that have given us invaluable feedback! 💜 I think we are almost finished; we are still waiting for one of our VAs to deliver their lines, and I want to give another round of testing to the mac version of the game.

The mobile version will most likely come later than the PC one, as it's stated in our masterpost! 💜 I'll start working on it as soon as the remaining voicelines are incorporated and the betatesting for the PC version is completely finished.

This month we started to reveal our amazing cast! 💜 So far you've met Amon (Brian Vaughn), Envy (Aaron Moy), Xal (Francfil Pontañeles) and our Mysterious Seer (Callum Sanders). Everyone has been wonderful to work with, and we can't wait for you to meet them all in game!

We are also starting work on our teaser trailer; if we are lucky, we'll be able to work with a wonderful artist!

We are sorry this devlog is a bit on the boring side—what's left for us is deal with the hell that is founding a studio and publishing a game. Taxes, build distributions, taxes, taxes, paperwork, reading lots of scary stuff...At the end of the day, we are just four little cryptids trying to stay afloat. I'm very proud of how far we've come, but now that things are getting very serious, I can't help but to shake in my boots a little! T^T

Our demo release date announcement is very, very close. We haven't said anything about it yet because we want to be certain everything is in order and as perfect as possible for the release. We know that's impossible (I mean, being first-timers, stuff is prone to happen), but we want to work as hard as we can to avoid oopsies.

And that's it, folks! We hope we can keep coming at you with good news, and we are very excited (and terrified) of what's to come. Thank you so so much for your support, for sending us asks, for your lovely comments, and for being interested in our game.

As always, please take care, stay hydrated and healthy, remember to eat and take breaks, and make sure to give yourself some love today! 💜

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #interactive fiction #oelvn #devlog

[brucewaynehater101]

Oh my god I *love* Silken Emperor so much. Hear me out for something though. How would the Bats feel about the fact that multiple *planets*, hell the whole GLC *including* Hal of all people, knew that Tim wasn't a human before they did? Tim refuses to tell them until he is *forced* to tell them via like in the original spider one where the poacher forced him into his true form, and then he freaked out while trapped in the cave. Of course the didn't mean to trap him by standing between him and the only exits he can get out while in this form (he'd not even going to try the stairs to the manor he does *not* want to even *attempt* squeezing through the clock exit).

Bruce asks if Tim has any other world shaking secrets that the Bats should know about and due to how stressed and distressed he is, Tim snaps, "nothing that would shake *this* world." Which means they now know that he has some kind of business on another world and Tim is mentally smacking himself for this blunder. He takes out his phone, shoots off a quick text and says, "I am to high strung from what happened with the poacher, I'm going to spend a few days with Young Justice do *not* bother me." As soon as he finishes, Kon scoops him up saying, "your uber has arrived hot stuff, let's get you out of here!" And the pair vanish in a blurry of super speed.

While the Bats spend the next few days scrambling to find out what's going on with Tim, he's just at his main castle. Sulking. He's on his special made throne that accommodates his massive spider body, curled up and sad looking. Nothing his people are doing are helping him in any way! They can't let their Baby Emperor be sad!

When they find out he's sad because he was forced to reveal his True Form to some people he held close who were scared of his species? Oh blood. They want blood. Who *dares* to force their Baby Emperor to reveal his beautiful form before he is ready?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS A POACHER OF HIS SPECIES?! DEATH. PUBLIC EXICUTION. THEY DEMAND IT.

There is so much about this that is fantastic.

Specifically these parts:

Tim accidentally outing himself by sassing Bruce for very specific word usage

Kon popping in with a "hot stuff" (Tim may or may not feel self-conscious about his form, so the subtle reassurance and affection is nice)

Tim sulking

The throne specifically made for his spider form

The citizens demanding blood

Just Tim, his empire, and constant support ^^

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!! #dc au #ruler of worlds au

[prapaiwife]

Yei, this episode, we can clearly see what he has been doing behind chers' back and yak's, too. And It's all just going to implode eventually. He clearly owes those people back the money he borrowed from them. And it is so sad because I just think about that scene when cher was telling him how he would help him he would even ask his mom for some money to help them out. And i get yei doesn't want to, cause him just being able to have cher in of itself is enough he's grateful to have his mom's blessing. Unlike how It seems he doesn't have his father support at all. I think in my little prediction that if anything yak and yei's Dad felt disappointed or like it was a disgrace to the family and the boxing Community in general for his son to be gay and he couldnt accept that nor want to be a part of that and left them with the gym to manage with all of it's financial burdens to them.

But cher is just as worried and feels the burden with all of the gym and it's finances and supporting their boxers. Cher has been such an open ear to yei he will listen to him on whatever. Cher has stuck out through this whole thing with him up till this point. When things are getting hard he's still in this with him because he wants to help, because he sees how much the gym means to yei and the gym itself has became a place that he has also grown to love so much it's basically thrur second home away from home.

He just needs to stop feeling like he needs to do it alone because he doesn't have to. It's like as if he needs to prove to himself and to his dad that he could be that man, that provider. My friend and I were discussing this, and she said thus, which I think is so true in yei's situation. It's in dark blue kiss when pete says queer people feel they have to be perfect to make up for being queer to their parents.

But the thing is, yei already is doing his best. He's taking care of his little brother, helping him out in any way that he could. He's taking care of cher, and he's happy with him and only wants the same for him.

What yei is doing now is not going to work in the long run it's only going to be more of a problem as time passes. And with him doing this behind cher back, can be seen as him being unfaithful as cher told him last week, or come up as you are doing this because you don't trust him. Cause u felt that you had to go behind his back and do this because you know that cher was not going to accept that no matter the circumstance.

In this episode, he took them out on this trip, and I know how he was able to pay for it because of the money he borrowed from those guys. And when they were talking at the river about when they first met and how he saved cher from being assaulted, And how share came to we know they fell for each other very hard.

He was telling him that he's sorry if he was ever a sucky boyfriend and making these nice romantic gestures for him because obviously he loves him, no doubt about it. But also because he knows that what he's doing is going to catch up to him sooner rather than later. And when cher finds out he's going to be mad but I also think he's just going to be more disappointed that he didn't trust him enough to tell him this is what he was doing all this time. He's putting himself and cher and his yak in danger this way. A relationship is a two-way street you have to communicate yes they talk about the words of the gym multiple times but he never went down this road possibly getting a laundry money from some people who he's going to have to pay back to. So it's just that when this all comes down, it's going to be a lot. I know it.

Cause now. What if those guys come to look for him at the gym?And they don't see him, they only see cher. And cher has no idea what is going on!? 😭😭 this is gonna be a disaster.

#wandee goodday the series #wandee goodday #yeicher #fluke nattanon #thor thinnaphan #oyei #oyeicher

[ericshoney]

Overachiever ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Your brothers are home from LA for a bit, but you haven't spent any time with them as your too busy with school, but when you get home and break down, they step in.

Warnings: anxiety, worrying about grades, overachieving, crying, panicking.

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Nick, Matt and Chris had been home in Boston for a week now and had noticed that you didn't do much other than focus on school work. They were proud you wanted to learn, but when they realised all you were doing was going to school, home, study, sleep and repeat, they started to worry.

"Hey kid." Chris called, as you walked in from school, a tired look on your face.

"Hey." You mumbled, dumping your bag as you grabbed a drink from the fridge.

"How was school?" Matt asked.

"Fine." You muttered.

"You sure?" Nick called.

"Yeah. I gotta study for a test." You replied, grabbing your drink and heavy back before heading to your room.

The guys sighed, but let you go, all worrying slightly. Hoping it was just down to your test.

However, the next day when you got home, you looked even more tired and slightly upset. The guys greeted you, but you only replied with a wave, before going off to your room.

"Let's go talk to her. This isn't right." Nick said, as Chris and Matt nodded.

As they got to your bedroom door, they heard quiet sobs. Frowning, Nick pushed opening the door and saw you curled up on your bed, crying into your pillows. They walked in quietly, Matt shutting the door behind him, as they sat around you on your bed.

"Sweetheart, tell us what's going on." Nick said softly.

You wiped your tears as you sat up, looking at your brothers worried faces.

"I...I gotta do good." You mumbled, picking at your nails, but Matt stopped you.

"No." He mumbled, holding your hands.

"You do your best in school, kid. Mum and dad are so proud of you, so are we and Justin." Chris said.

"I did badly in my test." You cried.

"What did you get?" Nick asked, but you stayed quiet. He noticed a crumbled piece of paper on the floor so he went and picked it up, but noticed it had a C- on it.

"Bub, this has a C- on it." He said, holding it up.

"I know.....I'm sorry." You apologised.

"Woah, no." Chris said, making you look at him.

"It's great!" He exclaimed.

"No it's not." You mumbled.

"Bub, a C- is good. It's not an F and even if you did get one, we wouldn't be mad. You tried your best." Matt said.

"I have to do good in school." You said.

"And you are, kiddo. Your doing amazing. But you have to remember, you are only sixteen and your getting good grades. Sometimes over-studying doesn't help." Chris said, patting your shoulder.

"What...What if I fail? What if I'm not good enough? Will it make mum and dad mad? Or will you all be mad?" You rambled on, your breathing picking up quickly.

"Hey, sweetheart. Breath. It's okay. Follow my breathing." Nick said gently.

Chris held your left hand, as Matt held your right. Your focus was on Nick, trying to copy his breathing. It took a few minutes, but you got there.

"I'm sorry." You said quietly.

"You don't need to be sorry, about anything, bub. Your doing amazing and we're so proud of you." Matt praised softly.

"We understand we're not here all the time in person, but we're always here." Chris said, pointing to your heart.

"Always a message or phone call away." Nick added.

"Thank you." You whispered, as they smiled and hugged you.

"What you need kiddo, is a good meal and movie night." Matt said.

You nodded and smiled, Nick closing all your textbooks for the night as you went with them to get food and watch movies until you fell asleep, happy to have your brothers home and support.

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets oneshot #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo oneshot #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #brothers!triplets #sister!reader #brothers!sturniolo triplets #slight angst #support #fluff #family #school #anxiety

[daevite]

it's pride month & i rly feel like i'm in hell

( jun. 7th, 2024 )

again not in like dire financial straits atm but i am so fucking tired lol - i'm a genderfluid/non-binary college student who is still dependent on my abusive family for a lot of my financial needs and i want it to not be that way anymore but i'm physically and mentally disabled/ill (autism, ADHD-C, cPTSD, congenital hypotonia, POTS, etc.) i've been struggling to get adequate treatment and assessment for the past 3-4 years for any of it with very little progress

i owe over $900 for an MRI because health insurance is a scam, i have bilateral hydrosalpinx and what seems like catamenial sciatica that is probably due to endometriosis or at least a similar problem and my gyn will more than likely order a laparoscopy to confirm that which is going to be just as expensive than the MRI (if not even more)

i have never been able to fill the medication i was prescribed for POTS in 2022 because it is absurdly expensive and getting financial aid for it has proved borderline impossible

i still owe over $1.2k on my cancelled credit card from missing work for 3 weeks back in january of 2022 thanks to covid

medicaid, SNAP, and the disability office are all hassling me for proof of income or loss of income that i can't provide unless my past employers actually decide to cooperate with me, my case worker with vocational rehab hasn't gotten back to me since last year about getting a vocational assessment, financial aid for my MRI hasn't gotten back to me, medicare redirected me back to medicaid due to my income level...trying to resolve any of this or improve my life in any way is starting to feel like an exercise in futility

there's no light at the end of the financial tunnel for me when it comes to college because i am not mentally or physically fit enough to work full-time whether i'm having autistic meltdowns, cPTSD flashbacks, or flare-ups of physical symptoms; in fact the idea of graduating is actually terrifying at the moment because i still haven't secured an alternative housing plan where i won't have to move back in with my abusers (i'm hoping to move in with my boyfriend but he's still sorting out his housing plans and idk when that's actually going to be solidified + depending on a partner for housing is a scary as fuck situation to be in)

i've ended up in the negatives virtually every paycheck lately and this time it was 100% because going to the grocery store and barely getting enough food cost over $100 (i haven't gotten my replacement SNAP card yet and idk what's gonna happen to my SNAP in light of my income and work changes)

i need...help, i need so much help, i am trying to get help and it isn't working, and i don't have the fight in me to be constantly dealing with this shit

idk what i'm even asking for really because what i really need is a better source of income than my current job that i'm struggling to even do but no one can exactly just hand that to me - i have a patreon, a ko-fi, and art commissions open but i can't exactly force anyone to be interested in what i write or draw, even though the best thing anyone can do for me right now is supporting my art/writing/creations/etc., i'm hoping to be selling some merch soon but we'll see how that goes

tl;dr - i don't know, i'm tired

paypal.me/sardonicdoll

$IthelLovik

venmo: @IthelLovik

#actuallyautistic #actuallyadhd #cripple punk #cpunk #actually disabled #it speaks #tbd

[ticklygiggles]

A hardworking kohai | Aiichirou Nitori, Yamazaki Sousuke & Matsuoka Rin

A/N: Another one for always wonderful and amazing Max (@wertzunge) THANK YOU SO MUCH, MAAAX. It has been a HOT minute since I wrote something for Free! So nostalgic! ❤️ I hope you enjoy this one Max! ❤️❤️

Summary: Nitori lost a very important competition, but he'll learn that his senpai will always be there for him!

Words: 1k+

Don't. Cry. Do not cry! 

Nitori pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes to stop the tears burning in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't stand himself at that moment. He was angry, sad, disappointed and with a lot of emotions that almost made him go crazy.  He had been beating himself since yesterday afternoon. He hadn't left his room, not even for dinner or breakfast… if only he had been a little faster, just a couple of seconds faster– he would have definitely won, but he had come in an embarrassing second place. Nitori trained so much, harder than anyone, spending his free time practicing over and over again, but what did it get him? Nothing. All that time, all that tiredness, fear and anxiety for nothing.

One hundred meters wasn't that big of a deal, so how was it possible that he had failed so horribly? He made a fool of himself in front of his senpais… They must really be disappointed in him. Nitori didn't have the face to look them in the eye, so he thought the best thing would be to miss some of his practices, what was the worst that could happen? Getting expelled? Either way, at that moment he didn't think he was that good at swimming anymore. He couldn't even win a stupid hundred meter race. 

“Stop crying!” He growled, wiping a couple of tears damping his eyelashes. “I'm such a fool.” 

“Ai?” Nitori raised his head when he heard two knocks on the door. “May I come in?”

“Isn't it your room too?” 

“... Sousuke…,” Rin said awkwardly before clearing his throat, speaking a little louder for Nitori to hear him. “Ai, we're coming in, okay?” 

Nitori choked on a gasp and he curled tighter on himself under the blanket. It was Rin-senpai and Yamazaki-senpai! Nitori didn't want to see them, he felt so ashamed. Rin was always there to support him and Sousuke helped him train, Nitori had failed them. He made them waste their time on him. He simply couldn't look at them. 

When he heard the door opening, he nearly held his breath, not daring to move a muscle, wanting to make them think he was sleeping.

I want to die. He whined deep inside him, but refused to move. 

“Ai, training is about to start, are you not coming?” 

Nitori really wanted to look like he was asleep, but he couldn't resist answering his senpai. “I… I don't think I can train right now, Rin-senpai… I don't feel too good.” His voice was muffled under the blanket and his toes curled, hoping they would leave. 

“Ai, you did very well,” Rin continued and more tears filled Nitori’s eyes, he didn't want to hear that from him. He'd rather hear Rin yelling at him and telling him he was useless. “It happens, you know? You sometimes win and sometimes don't.” 

“That's not very helpful, Rin.”

“Sousuke!” 

Sousuke sighed deeply and Ai felt his heart racing within his chest. “What Rin's trying to say, Nitori, is that no matter how hard we work, how hard we train and try, sometimes it's not enough-”

“That sounds even more terrible!” 

“Shut it and listen… but that doesn't mean that we're not good at what we're doing, it just means that you just gotta push yourself a little harder and then, you'll see all of that hard work will not be in vain. That's just how things are, don't you think?” 

Small bitter tears fell down Nitori's cheeks. He really wanted to win that competition. It's true that he still had a year left before leaving high school, but he already felt the weight of time on his shoulders. Would he one day be as amazing as Rin and Sousuke? Nitori doubted it and was terrified that he would never make it. He didn't have much time left to practice, when was all his effort going to be enough? 

“Ai?” Rin asked softly, his hand patting Nitori's back as his sobs seemed to echo throughout the school. “Sousuke gave you some amazing words there, didn't he?” Nitori nodded, but he wasn't sure they were able to tell he did so under the blanket. “Don't beat yourself like this. You haven't eaten anything and you didn't go to class today. You did so good, Nitori.” 

“You definitely were so much cooler than Rin back in time.” 

“Oi. I was pretty cool. Just like Ai.”

“C’mon, Nitori. We still need to train. You're about to break your own record, remember?” 

Nitori was starting to feel guilty and even more ashamed than before. Sousuke's words had really resonated in his heart and knowing that they didn't really hate him after all made him feel overwhelmed. Now, he definitely didn't want to stick his head out from under the blanket, so he curled on himself even more, his crying stopping. 

“Ai? Do you feel any better?” Nitori nodded a bit. He felt better somehow. “Then, would you come out from down there?” He shook his head, he was still too embarrassed to look at them. “Ai…”

The room fell silent and Nitori was sure they would both leave. After that conversation he felt a little calmer, but he still didn't feel completely good enough to face them and– 

“Eek!” Nitori squealed loudly, his whole leg jolting when he felt fingers wiggling against one of his socked feet. 

“Oh? Did you see that, Sousuke-kun~?” 

Nitori gasped, pressing his hands over his mouth. 

“You're insufferable," Sousuke said, but Nitori could hear a smile on his lips.

“What do you mean~?” 

Nitori had no time for anything at all; in seconds, strong, firm hands were closing around his ankles and light fingers started to wiggled up and down both his soles. Ai exploded in loud giggles, pulling at his trapped feet and curling his toes. 

“Thahat tihickles!” Nitori said, finally emerging from under the blanket to look at his mean senpais tickling his feet. Each one grabbing one of his feet, Sousuke scratching at the skin under Nitori's toes while Rin skittered his blunt nails against his arch. 

“Oh, look at him, Sousuke! He finally came out!” Rin said with a huge grin on his lips. “He just needed a little bit of encouragement!” 

Sousuke chucked, “it seems like so. It's good to see you again, Nitori. Are you ready to get out of here?” 

Nitori shook his head, the tickling barely left him room to think about something else that wasn't that electrifying sensation. He laughed, squirming from side to side and desperately pulling at his legs. 

“N-Nohoho, plehehease! S-Stohohop!” 

“Did you hear that, Rin?” Sousuke asked, making Nitori shriek when he found out that his little toe was exceptionally sensitive and he scratched intently at the stem. 

“Oh I did,” Rin answered with a nod, his fingers focusing on the ball of Nitori's foot, making him scrunch his sole. “Ai clearly said that he needs more tickles to get convinced that he did super well in his competition!” 

“Mhmm. That's exactly what he said.” 

Nitori squeezed his eyes shut, laughing and squirming in the limited space of the bed. They were trying to kill him, definitely!

“Y-Yahahamazakihi-sehenpahai, plehease! Not theHEre!" He begged, curling his toes as hard as he could, feeling like his calf was going to get a cramp. 

“Huh?! Sousuke is making you laugh more? Not possible!” Rin said and Nitori squeaked when he pulled his sock off, his toes spread, feeling the cold air on his heated skin. “I'm definitely better at this. I have a little sister.” 

Poor Gou-san! Nitori thought as he banged his fist against the bed once Rin’s fingernails skittered across his bare foot. He scratched at the pinkish skin, as if he wanted to find something underneath. Nitori would like to cry out that it hurt, but it didn't! It almost felt like Rin wasn't even touching his sole as he tickled him viciously. 

“RiHIhin-senpaHAHAI! N-No m-mohOHOre!” 

“Hehe, you see? I'm way better than-” 

“AHAHAHA! N-Not there! Not thehehere, plehehease!” 

Nitori nearly banged his head against the bed rail when his other sock had also disappeared and Sousuke’s blunt nails scratched that very tender spot on the side of his big toe, around the slightly protruding bone. 

“Were you saying, Rin-san?” Sousuke teased and Nitori trashed desperately, tears of laughter running down his cheeks.

With a soft growl, Rin pulled Nitori’s toes back to make the skin taut and his fingers wiggled right in the middle of his foot, making Nitori cackle hysterically. 

“N-NO MOHORE, plehease!” Nitori begged, pulling at his legs. “It's tohohoo tihihicklish!” 

“Okay, but who's better at it? Me or Sousuke?” Rin asked with a big grin on his lips and Nitori could only shake his head. 

“Quickly, Nitori. We need to know right now.”

Nitori couldn't speak! His laughter only increased in desperation the more they tickled him, panicking at the thought of them never stopping, somehow. To say who was the best at tickling him? They both tickled him terribly badly! 

Nitori didn't know if he was the one that could free himself or if they let him off the hook, but he pulled at his feet and he could finally hide them under the blanket. He sat up, breathing heavily and wiping his tears as he pointed at them. 

“Y-Yohou both, s-suhuck so bahad!” He gasped out, his cheeks adorably pink and wet and his lips stretching in a big, big smile.

He should have known what he was getting into by saying those words, but he didn't even have time to regret it before having his two senpais on him. Four hands sneaked under his shirt, a pair latched to his sides, squeezing at his flesh. The other pair clawed at his tummy, even dipping a finger into his navel. 

Nitori shrieked, laughing brightly as he tried to fight those hands off. His legs kicked wildly behind Rin and Sousuke. He couldn't remember the last time he was tickled like this– perhaps since he was a child. Those mean hands didn't leave even a small piece of skin untickled, the sensitive skin between his ribs and hips was squeezed, lightly caressed, poked and prodded by Sousuke until the tickling settled against that soft and hyper ticklish spot right underneath his ribcage. 

Meanwhile, Rin vibrated his fingers against Nitori's tummy, clawed at it, squeezed it and poked repeatedly until he found a horrible ticklish place against Nitori's lower tummy, right under his belly button and between his hips bones.

Nitori was in hysterics, crying and laughing and having the fun of his life. He didn't remember how fun being tickled was! It felt nice to just laugh freely like this, his brain couldn't focus on anything else beside the tickling, so there were no intrusive thoughts making him feel depressed and anxious… but he was getting a bit tired. 

“I'm s-sorry! I'm sohohorry! Ahahaha! Plehease!” 

The tickling stopped and Nitori barely had time to catch his breath before he was trapped between Rin and Sousuke, their strong arms wrapping around him in a right hug. Nitori flushed, becoming stiff.

“W-W-W-What?!”

“You did so well in that competition, Nitori,” Sousuke mumbled at his right.

“That's right. We're very proud of you, Ai!” Rin said, gently patting Nitori's back. 

Nitori's wet eyes filled with tears again and he just couldn't help but hug Rin and Sousuke back, sobbing a little. 

“Thank you both very much!" He said in tears. "I promise you that I will try harder and harder!!”

Rin and Sousuke laughed happily and Nitori squealed when they started tickling his sides again, forcing out giggles out of him as he tried to keep hugging them.

"You haven't said who's better at tickling, though! It's obviously me!"

"Nope. It is me."

"STAHAHAP!"

It was really nice to know that his senpai appreciated him so much, Nitori would really continue to do his best so that they would always feel proud of him!

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