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whore-ibly-hot · 8 months

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Yan!Husbands Boss x Married! Reader

"Just Another Day at The Office."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Dub-con, misogyny, name calling, nude photos, coercion, dubcon touching, fem genitalia for reader, mentions of divorce, general perversion, praise, clit play, cheating, readers husband is a scumbag.

(AN: Requested by an Anon early today, and it made me feral.)

Tick... tick... tick... the sound of an office clock rings in your ears, the only sound louder is your heart, pounding in your ribcage. The clock was awfully loud, though you had never noticed it before, when you were coming to bring your husband a warm, home-cooked meal. Maybe then you didn't notice it because you weren't fearing for your future.

Morgan & Cole, the investment firm your husband had been working for for years had been doing better than ever, and in turn, so had your husband. Promotions, expensive raises, and more had been sent his way. The house was even being repainted. All that begs the question, how had you found yourself in this situation.

It was a few nights ago when your husband informed you of the deal he had made with his boss. Morgan, the co-owner of the company, had his sights set on you, apparently. At a holiday party, he approached your husband with an offer, an offer to get a night with you in exchange for another fat raise. You had always known your husband hadn't been the most loving, but you had never imagined his greed could get to this. The worst part was how casual the deal he described was. Approaching a man at an office party and asking to sleep with his life like you were discussing sports frightened you. You had only met Morgan once or twice, and while he seemed charming, him doing something like this made you very much doubt he was in actuality.

You are snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of a door opening. Morgan steps out of his office, fidgeting with his smart-watch when he looks up and sees your meek form in the office lobby. His brow furrows.

"Oh, Mrs. Peters, I hadn't expected you to met me here. I had intended to come pick you up. How long have you been here?" He asks. You gulp. "Not long, just ten or so minutes." You say, trying to hold eye contact. He sighs and shakes his head. "Well, I wish you would have knocked on my office door, I feel awful having left you out here alone. Come, we can head back into my office and chat." His voice is so soothing, and in any other situation it would have been nice. You enter his office, and he closes the door behind him, before sitting at his desk. You take the chair in front of it.

"So, I assume your husband-" His teeth grind as he says this. "Is assume he has gone over what this is about." You nod. "He did... and... and I don't know if I can do this. I don't know you at all, and I'm a married woman." You whimper. Tears begin to slip down your cheeks, and Morgan sighs heavily. He comes around to lean back against the front of the desk, one hand supporting him while the other touches your cheek.

"I know this must be scary, I understand that. But I'm gonna solve both of those problems right now." He kneels down so your eyes meet his. "First, you worry you don't know me. Let me fix that. My name is Morgan Brant, I am thirty-two, and I live in a loft down on 37th. I like charcuterie and making my own organic lattes. I work out everyday, and enjoy walking through the city. I have both of my parents, Ruth and John, and they live in the city as well. Anything else you'd like to know?" You're too stunned and still panicked to respond, so you just shake your head. "Okay, okay. Good." He murmurs. A hand strokes your hair softly, as if trying to soothe a wild animal. To your shock, for a man who basically paid for a co-workers wife to prostitute herself, he does seem genuinely upset at your fear. His eyes are filled with a sorrow, and he chews his bottom lip nervously. He looks down for a moment.

"Mrs. Peters, your second concern, about being a married woman, is very respectable. I appreciate that you respect the sanctity of marriage so much. I think your loyalty and love for your husband is beautiful." He pauses, and gently grips your chin so you look him in the eyes. "But... I worry that love and loyalty may not be returned. Mrs. Peters, I need you to promise me you will listen to what I am about to tell you." You gulp, his suddenly serious, yet still soft, tone worries you.

He stands, walking to the back of his desk and opening a drawer, grabbing a manila envelope before sitting down at his chair again. He pushes the envelope towards you, folding his hand together and sitting up. He looks as those this odd exchange is yet another business deal, as he sits like a man prepared to do whatever it takes to seal a deal. A real businessman. Your hand trembles as it opens the envelope. Your heart stops.

Inside, your husband can be seen in several photos, from many different angles. Some looked ripped from security footage, others appear to be taken at a distance. However, they all contain the same subject. Your husband, locking lips with various women, every photo a different one. Your hand covers your mouth as you let out a choked sob. "N-no... I mean, he was never warm to me, b-but..." Everything comes crashing down at once. All those nights you waited up for him when he was 'working late', all those warm meals you brought him at work, only to be brushed off so he could talk to his secretary. It all made sense.

"I can't believe this..." You squeak. Morgan shakes his head. "You can believe it, I know you can. He's never loved you, I've seen how he treats you. Rejecting your meals, ignoring you at office parties and work functions. My dear, he is actively sitting at home and preparing to count the bonus he received for pimping you out to me." Morgan exclaims, his shoulders tightening. You put your head in your hands. "I'm... what am I going to do?! I'll divorce him, but I'll have nothing. I, oh god." You cry. Morgan once again moves to try and comfort you. His broad arms wrap around your shoulders.

"I know, I know this is scary. You've been through a lot tonight, your entire marriage even. But it's going to be okay." He cups your face. "I've been watching the two of you, you mostly." He hands you something. An empty tupperware container. "This is from his lunch yesterday. Every meal he rejected from you, I gladly took. I hadn't had the chance to eat something made so lovingly in a long time. They don't serve home-cooked meals like this at business conferences." He chuckles. "I saw how you would cling to him at those same parties he was ignoring you at, and wishing, praying you would cling to me like that." You look up, his confession is shocking. "Your husband... he is a greedy man, but he has pride. I knew I wouldn't even get a moment along with you unless there was something in it for him." He shakes his head. "Darling, I was just as disgusted as you were that he'd agree to that. As excited as I was, as I am for this moment with you, I was thanking whoever is out there that no other person at this office had tried something similar. I'm not some deviant, or criminal. I've had my fair share of sexual encounters, with prostitutes and escorts, but... I never felt anything. I need to feel something. I do with you." He says.

You shake your head. "You don't know me." You say. He shrugs. "You don't need to someone to love them, not at first. I hate to say this, but you didn't really know your husband, did you?" You sob again, and his sticks his hands out. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry darling, that was out of line. I just needed to prove a point. What I'm saying is, I don't just want one night of pleasure with you. I want you to be mine. If you left him, you wouldn't be lost or desolate, you would have me. I could give your everything he has and more. Money, a penthouse, and my love. Real love. You deserve someone who wants to care for you the way you cared for that man-child. I can do that." You sniffle. "It's all so soon, and I don't... I'm scared." You say again. "I know. I hadn't wanted to do this here. I had wanted to show you the pictures and confess early on, I had plans to pick you up and take you somewhere nice to eat. I know the last thing you want right now is a fresh new relationship, I understand. But just maybe, the idea of revenge tempts you?" He suggests. You look up, and bite your lip. "What are you suggesting?" You ask.

"He thinks he's better than you, and that you could never leave him, because you have no one else, nothing else. Why else do you think he assumes their will be no repercussions for a night like this? He's so confident that you would never leave him, never even think about another man, that he truly believes you will return to him after he's pimped you out." Morgan moves closer. "I won't lie, I'll enjoy this, but don't just do it for me. Do it for yourself. Give in, leave him for a man who will worship you, who can give you more. Get back at him, and be with me." You shake your head. "You... you paid him to pimp me out to you like this though?" You exclaim. He nods "I had to show you how little he cared for you, same with the investigators I hired to get those photos." He nods in the direction of the envelope, now dabbled with your tears. "Besides, I've already signed his termination papers, I don't hire men like that here. He isn't getting shit for doing this to you." He assures.

In a moment of weakness, you break. The betrayal of the evening, the hurt and the fear, the anger, it's all too much. You sink to your knees, and nod. "Alright, let's do it. Just... be gentle, go slow." He nods. "Oh, my sweet. I'll do whatever you ask." He captures your lips, pressing your back against the front of his desk as he kneels beside you. His lips are soft, and taste of bourbon and mint. He smells like cologne, but a good kind, something smokey. Not like the tacky expensive stink of your husband, now ex-husbands favorite cologne. His tongue prods at your lips, and shyly you part them, allowing his tongue to slip in and suck against yours. He groans, and you both pull away breathlessly. While you take a breath, he immediately latches onto your neck, placing quick, feverish kisses along your collarbone. You gasp at the feeling, shrinking in on yourself. He grins.

"Does it really feel that good, that's quite a reaction." He chuckles. You blush and look to the side. "It's- It's been a while." He frowns and tilts his head. "How long is awhile, darling?" He whispers. "A few months, maybe eight or so." He shakes his head. "My poor girl, doing all that for him and he still wouldn't please you." He grips your waist, his lips on the shell of your ear. "To be fair though, even if he did, he couldn't make you finish. He would please himself, not you. But I won't, baby. Tonight, is all about you." You can feel a thick hardon pressing against your knee.

"Tell you what, darling. Let me make you feel good, real quick. Something nice and easy for my sensitive girl. Then, I'l take you out. I'm not just going to have sex with you without wineing and dineing you. Then, I'll take you back to my place, I-I'll send for your stuff tomorrow, and if you want, we can go for round two." He coos, looking up at you with admiration and hope. "Won't my husband try to resist my stuff being taken?" You ask. He shakes his head. "He's not your husband. If he calls, I'll hang up. He sold you out, and if he gets pissy, I've go the best lawyers in the country at my disposal. I'm not letting you spend one more night under a roof with that man. You aren't Mrs. Peters anymore, you're Mrs. Brant. Now... let Mr. Brant make you feel good." Hands cradle your thighs, slipping the skirt of your sensible slip dress up over your knees. A hand paws at your panties, cupping your cunt as he sighs. "So warm, poor little thing hasn't been touched in months. I've only kissed your neck a little, and your soaked. Is it because I said I love you? Does your little cunt respond well to just being admired and appreciated? Oh, my darling." He slips your panties aside just a little, not wanting to ruin your outfit for dinner later. Fingers part your lips as a long digit strokes up, from your entrance to your clit. A finger prods the entrance, and you gulp at the throbbing heat you feel.

"Gentle, slow please." You murmur. He nods, placing a gentle kiss on your neck before slipping in his digit. His long, calloused fingers rub your neglected walls in all the right ways. "A-ah, Morgan..." You pant. "Good?" He asks. You nod, breathless already. He thrusts it in and out gently, before asking to add another digit. When you nod, he adds another, while his free hand circles your clit with his middle finger. Perhaps its from typing everyday, day in and day out, but he is skilled. Even when your husband has slept with you, you had never felt like this. A coil forms in your stomach as you pant and whimper.

"M-morgan." You moan. "Please, I need to-" You're cut off by him sharply curling his fingers, as they hit a spongy spot deep inside you. "Oh, god. Yes." You moan again. "Cum for me, darling, please. I want to hear you." Morgan's tone is suddenly more desperate ethan you had heard it all night. He's needy, begging to know that he is pleasing you in the way he so desires. "Say my name, would you? I just want to please you, I need to know it feels good." He begs. "Morgan, I'm gonna cum, shit-" Your walls begin to pulse, juices coating his fingers. As you moan, finishing your high, he kisses you feverishly, desperate for closeness.

When you pull away, panting as you come down from your orgasm, he licks your juices off his hands with a squelching noise, putting your panties back into place. He helps you to your feet, and hands your your purse. "Ready for dinner?" He asks. Tired and very hungry, you nod. "Just one more thing, and you don't have to do anything, I've dealt with this myself plenty but-" He looks down, the tent in his pants is still very prominent.

"May I handle that before we go out?"

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rubyreduji · 7 months

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us and the stars — csc

summary: sitting under the stars on the hood of seungcheol’s car puts a lot of things into perspective

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff warnings: explicit unprotected sex, outdoor sex wc: 2.3k an: i wrote the first part of this at rehearsal when i should have been doing work LOL

part of @sunnylovespickles september candy land collab!

occhiolism - to be aware of how insignificant and small you are compared to the universe

You can feel the bags weighing down your under eyes as you unlock the door to your apartment. You don’t bother being tidy as you throw your bag onto the ground and kick your shoes off. Your back hurts, your head has been throbbing since lunch, and on top of that you can’t get the nauseous feeling out of your stomach.

Today was utter shit.

None of it would nearly have been that bad, if it wasn’t for your last meeting. It started off so well, until your boss called on you to do your report for the week. You were proud of your work but as soon as you started to give off the data to your boss, he automatically shut you down, telling you you wasted your week doing everything wrong. Then your least favorite co-worker had to make snide comments about how he’ll have to spend all of next week fixing your mistakes. You spent the rest of your day trying to keep your tears at bay as you avoided eye contact with anyone who walked past you.

Then right when you thought you were going to be able to go home, your boss pulled you aside for a long talk about your quality of work. The whole conversation made your poor mood even worse and as soon as you got into your car you finally let yourself cry, sitting in the parking lot way after hours just to let it all out.

“Love? Is that you? You’re home late.” All you can manage is a grunt as you hear Seungcheol pads out of the bedroom. He sees you slumped down on the couch and automatically moves over to you, pushing you around a bit so you slump down against him instead.

“Hi,” you mumble, no energy in your voice.

“Hi baby. Bad day?” Seungcheol drops a soft kiss to your temple.

You nod. “I’m terrible at my job. It was so embarrassing, Cheol.”

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as you think.”

“My boss called me out in front of everyone!” You shout, finally finding some energy to sit up and face your boyfriend. “Then went on about how I’m putting up behind schedule and now he’ll never trust me to do anything again.”

“Well that’s not right of him…but I’m sure that this will all blow over next week. Everyone knows how hard of a worker you are, this is just one mistake, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It is for me!”

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and you can tell he thinks you’re ridiculous but you don’t feel ridiculous right now. You feel awful. This job was supposed to be your big break and now you’re messing it all up.

“C’mon.” Seungcheol stands up and offers his hand to you.

You stare at him a bit exhausted but he’s unwavering and you finally relent. Seungcheol pulls you up onto your feet and pushes you towards the bedroom.

“Change into something comfortable. If you’re not out in ten minutes I’m coming in and dragging you out.” With that Seungcheol shuts the door, leaving you alone once again.

You’re half tempted to just lock the door and crawl into bed, but a part of you is curious to see what your boyfriend has planned. You strip off your work clothes and change into a t-shirt and an old pair of sleep shorts before shuffling back out to the living room where Seungcheol is waiting with his car keys.

Before you can question him he’s tugging you out the door and to the car and taking off. Seungcheol ignores your questioning stare as he hums along to the radio. The sun is starting to set and you stare at the oranges of the sky as you try and pretend you’re not replaying your day over in your head.

When the car finally pulls to a stop, you look around to see you’re in the middle of nowhere. You frown at Seungcheol but he just grins at you and gets out of the car. You watch as he moves over the passenger side and opens your door for you.

As soon as you step out Seungcheol moves over to the hood of his car and slides on before patting next to him.

“You’re going to dent your car,” you tell him.

“Don’t be a party pooper. Get up here.”

You huff but still do as told. Seungcheol grins wide at you as he lays back and you follow suit. You look up at the sky and you suddenly realize why Seungcheol brought you out here. You finally allow yourself to take a deep breath. You release it slowly as you take in the sight above you. The sky is a deep blue, freckled with white glittering stars.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Seungcheol asks you.

You nod slightly. “It really is…” You’re completely mesmerized, all of your worries finally ebbing away.

“Those stars are trillions of miles away,” Seungcheol says. “Isn’t it crazy how big the universe is?”

“Yeah…,” you mumble. “We’re so small compared to that.”

“Exactly! The world is so big, and we’re so small. Doesn’t that put everything into perspective?”

“In what way?”

“Everything’s just so…insignificant.”

Seungcheol’s words suddenly suck your peace away as you sit up quickly. “YOU’RE SAYING I’M INSIGNIFICANT?”

You thought your boyfriend brought you out here to make you feel better, but now you feel like complete shit. You already knew you were a giant fuck up, but now you’re a fuck up that’s insignificant as well. You go to move off the car, ready to make Seungcheol take you back home and make him sleep on the couch, but Seungcheol quickly grabs your arm.

“Baby no! No! I’m saying your mistake was insignificant. There is so much going on all around us and billions of lightyears away; in the grand scale of things your one single mistake means nothing.”

“Well in the grand scale of things I’m also insignificant.” You glare slightly at Seungcheol but he just leans forward and cups your face in his hands.

“How can you be insignificant when you're my whole world?”

Your breath catches in your throat. You struggle for a moment, unable to get any words out.

“Your mistake doesn’t matter. Fuck those guys for making you feel like this, because you are the most hard working person I know. You matter though. You matter so much. Everyday I live is a good one, because I get to spend it with you. So who cares if the grand scale we’re small and insignificant, because even if we are, you’re still my everything, and there’s no one else I would rather be insignificant with.”

You feel tears start to stream down your cheeks for a second time today, but this time it’s for a completely different reason. You finally let a small smile cross your lips. You lean forward and kiss Seungcheol, not caring that you’re getting your tears on him. When you pull back you lean your forehead against his.

“When did you get so sensible?” You ask him with a small laugh.

“I wouldn’t say sensible…just insightful.”

“Whatever it is…thank you,” you tell him. “You always know how to make me feel better. I’m sorry about how I was behaving earlier.”

“Don’t apologize, we all have bad days. I just want to make sure your bad day doesn’t turn into a bad night.”

“Well you definitely did just that.” You lean in once again to give Seungcheol another kiss, deepening it this time.

Seungcheol sits up a bit so he can hover over you, pressing you down into the hood of the car. He pulls back slightly before whispering, “You want me to make this an even better night?”

“Ch-cheol!” You gasp. “We’re outside…”

“So? No one’s here. Wouldn’t it be romantic? Fucking under the stars.”

You feel Seungcheol’s fingers trail up your sides, slightly pushing up your shirt and you whine. “F-fuck, just touch me Cheol.”

Seungcheol chuckles slightly and pushes his hands all the way up your shirt, groping your chest in his palms. You feel his thigh press down against your clit and you let out a soft moan.

You feel the tension escape your body as pleasure starts to take over. Seungcheol’s mouth trails over your neck, peppering kisses and nips all over your skin. You slide your fingers into his hair, holding his head to your neck.

“Need you,” you whine, desperate and pathetic. You didn’t realize how badly you need this but now that you have it, you can’t get enough.

“Already?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” you beg.

“Of course, pretty girl. Anything for you.” Seungcheol presses a final kiss to your neck before sliding off the hood. He stands at the front end of the car, pulling you towards him so your hips line up. Seungcheol pushes your shorts down your legs until they’re only hanging off one ankle before unzipping his pants and tugging his cock out.

He jerks his cock in his fist until it gets up to full mast before reaching out to brush his thumb over your clothed clit. You can hear him hum with satisfaction when he feels how wet you already are. You let out a soft whine to signal your impatience and luckily your boyfriend takes the hint and pushes your panties to the side. You feel his blunt tip rub up against your folds for a moment before he pushes all the way in.

You let out a content sigh at the familiar feeling of Seungcheol’s cock stretching you open. HIs cock fits into you snugly, like your pussy was molded just for him. Seungcheol pushes his hands back up your shirt, kneading at your tits as he starts to slowly thrust into you.

You wrap your legs around Seungcheol, pulling him into you deeper and preventing yourself from sliding off the car. As Seungcheol picks up his pace, fucking into you more rapidly, you throw your head back, marveling in the sight of the galaxies above you as your boyfriend fills you full of his cock. Seungcheol was right, it is pretty romantic.

Seungcheol brushes his thumb over your nipple, flicking the bud and sending jolts through your body. You gasp, your eyes screwing shut. Your whole body feels like it’s buzzing as Seungcheol snaps his hips into yours, his cock slamming into your walls and driving you closer and closer to insanity.

You reach up blindly and grasp Seungcheol’s shirt, pulling him down to you. Your lips meld together with his as you put all your focus into kissing him. His body pressed down into yourself, pinning you down against the cool metal of the car. Your whole body is wrapped around him as you hold onto him to stable yourself.

Seungcheol’s soft grunts are probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard and despite him being fully pressed up against you, you pull him into you further, wrapping your lips around his bottom lip and sucking as hard as you can. Your boyfriend’s lips are already plump, but you have a bit of an obsession with trying to make them completely swollen. Seungcheol doesn’t mind though, in fact you know he finds immense pleasure from you sucking on his lip. The way his hips slam into you harder is also an indicator that you’re doing something right.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you can already feel your orgasm approaching but you blame it on your stressful day and your boyfriend’s determination to make you feel better. You drag your teeth over Seungcheol’s lip before letting it go only to press your lips to his ear.

"M'close Cheollie."

“Fuck baby, cum for me. Cream all over my cock,” Seungcheol tells you. His grip tightens on you as his thrusts become more pointed, pushing straight up against your g-spot.

You whimper as you finally release all of your pent up stress from the day, letting your orgasm wash over you. You hold onto Seungcheol tightly as you shake in his arms, your boyfriend pressing soft kisses to your jaw as you do so.

At some point you register Seungcheol pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach but you don’t fully regain consciousness until a few moments later. You don’t move as Seungcheol grabs a few napkins from his glove box to clean both of you off.

After you two are finally back in normal shape Seungcheol climbs back up onto the hood (which is definitely dented now) and pulls you into his side.

Nothing seems better than cuddling with your boyfriend and stargazing but your stomach has other plans and rumbles loudly, causing Seungcheol to laugh and you to groan.

“I haven’t had dinner yet,” you say. “You dragged me away too soon.”

“Okay baby, let’s go get dinner.” Seungcheol pecks a kiss to your lips before rolling off the hood of the car. You reluctantly do the same.

“We should do this again,” you tell your boyfriend as he starts the car. “Sometime we can actually stargaze for longer.”

“I’d like that. And I’ll be sure to pack some food to bring as well.”

This time as you two drive down the road you slip your hand into Seungcheol’s and hum along to the radio with him. You glance over at him, only to see him sneaking a glance back at you. He sends you a wink before grinning and looking back at the road, his hand squeezing yours. You can’t help but smile back.

As you settle back into your seat and glance out at the sky through the windshield, you find comfort in the fact that even if you are just a small part of the big universe, you and Seungcheol still found each other, and that’s something pretty special.

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sorceresski · 9 months

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Our First Date - Ruben Dias

Summary: you make a new friend on vacation and spend the best evening of your life together

I’m pretty sure I’m the target audience for this😹

She burst out of the restaurant into the cool night, pushing past someone, not caring to apologize.

“Fuck!” She shouted into the street. “All I want is 24 hours of peace! Don’t I deserve that!” Frustration threatened to spill as her vision clouded with tears.

She didn’t take as many vacations as she would like but that meant she could accumulate them and take them all at once. Which is what she planned doing for summer this year. A 2 week long break away from the four walls of her office building.

That is, if her co workers would respect it.

“Damn, and I thought I was having a bad weekend.” She jumped at the sudden intrusion of the stranger’s cool voice, it was the same person she’d bumped into on her way out. She wasn’t short but I had to look up at him, really look.

Dark hair, brown eyes and sporting a beard, he was handsome. He wore a white dress shirt folded at the sleeves and cargo pants and if she tilted her head a little, he almost looked familiar. Although he had an accent, his English was perfect. He was the first person she’d had to interact with without google translate.

“I’m sorry for my rudeness earlier…I just have a lot going on.”

He eyed her. “I never would have guessed,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m Ruben.”

She stared at his outstretched hand, suddenly realizing she was talking to a stranger on a dark street, save for a distant street lamp, while travelling solo in a country she didn’t understand the language. She shook his hand tentatively, wondering if she should give him a fake name.

“Rebecca.”

“Did you just give me a fake name?”

“What? No, that’s actually my name,” he threw up his hands at her sudden defensiveness.

The waiter who had been standing to the side with her check, worried she was about to dine and dash, took this as his opportunity, “Erm, excuse me…your…” he waved the paper.

“Oh.” Relief flooded Rebecca’s features, finally an escape. She snatched the paper from him and hurried back into the restaurant throwing an “it was nice meeting you Ruben” behind her.

Settled back at her table, she was about to hand the waiter her card when she noticed the stranger approaching her table with dismay.

“Let me pay for your meal,” Ruben said, casually pulling out the chair across from her.

Rebecca watched silently as he gave his card to the waiter instead. She could tell he was a persistent person and arguing with him would just be a back and forth which he would eventually win.

Ten minutes later, they were outside the restaurant again.

“It’s just…” he glances at the shiny watch on his wrist, “7:30. Do you want to do something else?”

Rebecca sighed. “Look, Ruben, thank you for paying for my meal. I really appreciate it. But I’d really like to get back to my hotel room, my friends are waiting for me.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Another lie? What if you send a picture of my ID to your friends?”

She thought about it. She did need to take her mind off work and what’s a trip to Portugal without stupidly running off with a handsome stranger into the night?

“Alright.” She took a picture of his ID and sent it to her sister back home with the message “in case I go missing x.”

“You’re Portuguese?” She asked, handing him back his ID.

He nodded, “I am.”

“Great, then you can give a me walking tour.”

They spent the rest of the evening walking, conversation flowed easily. Eventually they found themselves staring at the ocean, they’d somehow ended up on the beach.

It was chilly and deserted save for a few out of place pairs like them. The moonlight reflected off the water disrupted by the crashing waves.

Arm in arm, they walked along the shore, his jacket draped over her shoulder.

“Don’t you miss Portugal? It’s very beautiful here.” Rebecca asked when Ruben revealed he lived in Manchester. “Manchester weather is awful.” She scrunched her nose and he laughed at the gesture, she did that a lot.

“It’s not like I have a choice,” he shrugged. “It’s work.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a footballer.” She slapped his shoulder.

“That’s why you looked so familiar! For Manchester City?” He nodded, amused. “I’ve seen your face on a few posters here and there.”

“And for Portugal.”

Rebecca faked a swoon. “I didn’t know I had a star on my hands.” They both laughed at that.

Soon, they came to a clearing dotted with trees, their leaves swaying in the canopy above.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a footballer.”

“Don’t say that,” she said. “They can hear you.” He looked at the trees and then at her. “You okay?” And then, not a question, “You really think trees can hear us.”

“Of course not. It’s just something my mother used to say to make us conscious of what we say. But you don’t mean that do you?”

He leaned against a tree. “Okay, I love being a footballer but sometimes I wish I could be a regular guy without someone coming up to me for a selfie or to sign something.”

“No one has approached us all evening.” Rebecca looked around to emphasize her point.

“Because it’s dark.” He deadpanned.

She shrugged. “I would give anything to swap lives with you. You’re doing what you love, well compensated for it and you represent your country at the highest level. Some people can only dream of the life you have.”

He let her words wash over him. “I guess I could practice a little more gratitude.”

They talked for a little bit more until Ruben eventually looked at his watch, “it’s getting late, let’s get you back to your hotel.”

“I never got your number,” Rebecca said when they got to the hotel she was staying in. The exchanged phones to put in their numbers, hugs and promises of a second date when they both returned to England.

A/n: I’ve had this in drafts for almost a month now.

I also didn’t know how to end it🧍🏽‍♀️

#ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer fic #ruben dias

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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Best Friend

Dad Series

Suguru Getou

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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“Daddy, can we watch a movie?” Suguru’s three-year-old son, Katashi, asks. Suguru glances at the child. He can’t pay too much attention to his son since he’s cooking dinner. He thought that the show he put on the TV would entertain the child, but apparently not.

“Not now, honey, I’m making dinner.” Suguru says. You’re out tonight with your friends, which means Suguru takes over. Katashi can be a handful sometimes, he admits. But he loves that kid more than anything. “I’m making some yummy food for us. We can watch a movie later.”

“Awe… Okay…” Katashi crosses his arms and goes to the corner of the kitchen, taking a seat. He pouts, mad that he doesn’t get what he wants immediately. But he’s been taught that he can’t get everything he wants, which he finds absurd.

Suguru turns off the stove and walks over to his son, crouching down to look eye-to-eye. Suguru pats Katashi’s head and smiles, “C’mon, let’s watch the movie you want to watch.”

The little boy’s eyes lighten and he stands up from the floor. He goes running to the living room, and Suguru follows behind with a smile on his face. They take a seat on the couch and Suguru grabs the remote to put on the movie that the little boy wants to watch.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, Katashi yawns. Ten minutes after that, he falls asleep on his father’s lap, making Suguru smile. His hand caresses the back of the boy’s back while he watches his son’s heavy breaths. His head leans down and he kisses his son’s cheek.

“I love you, buddy.”

His baby is growing up so fast. It feels as if it was just yesterday that his son was born. The tears that streamed down his face as he heard his son’s first cries.

“You’re my new best friend.” Suguru whispers to his newborn baby. That small hand wrapped around one of Suguru’s fingers. “I will do anything for you.”

#[dad series]#jujutsu kaisen suguru #jjk suguru #geto suguru #getou suguru #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen geto #getou #geto fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru fluff

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bsstories · 11 months

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Teach Me?

Pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader

Rating: nsfw, mature, 18+. MDNI

Word Count: tba, wrote this on mobile LMAO

Genre: smut, fluff, friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au

summary: you & mikasa were childhood best friends that told each other everything. mikasa opens up about her struggles with intimacy and you show her the ropes.

tags/warnings: friends-to-lovers, modern au, college au, fluff, smut (mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, kissing/making out, groping/heavy petting, fingering, oral (f. receiving), praise, light body worship, use of pet names (baby, beautiful, angel, etc.), blacking out after an orgasm) (as usual, if i missed anything, lmk!)

You and Mikasa have been friends since childhood. Ever since you had met, you were attached at the hip. And despite having ups and downs like anyone else, you found yourselves closer than ever during college.

Mikasa has always been the innocent one, the one with that soft, wide-eyed naivety that comes with inexperience. Despite being smart as a whip and wildly talented in everything she does, underneath her quietly dangerous facade is nothing but a quiet, blushing virgin. You, on the other hand, were full of knowledge when it came to sex and pleasure, and though your attempts to help your dear friend learn would suggest otherwise, she could never quite get past her fear of her own body and intimacy. You regularly discuss her hang ups with pleasure but Mikasa was still painfully clueless when it came to her own body.

You didn’t necessarily blame her; in all the time you’ve known her, she’s prioritized her studies and the people she loved above all else. Valedictorian, avid community member, and overall saint, Mikasa never had the time to unwind and explore herself. Sure, her diet was almost as clean as it could be and she was stronger than most of your friends in terms of physical strength, but she was never one to give in the curious voice in the back of her head that urged her to figure out what the hype around masturbation and sex was all about.

One day you’re hanging out together at home alone, trying your best to study but ultimately failing and instead favoring talking about anything and everything else.

You were sat cross-legged on her bed, snacking on some random trail mix you found in your pantry and listening to Mikasa rant about a god-awful date she had gone on the previous weekend. It seemed to only get worse the more she went on and on more than one occasion you had to stop her just to drop in a casual, “what the fuck” or “you’re kidding, right?”

“And then,” she huffed, frustratedly pushing her inky black fringe out of her face, “after making out for no more than ten minutes or so, the fucker goes, ‘can’t we just like… stick it in?’ Can you believe that? It’s the first fucking date! We’re in his mom’s 2007 Toyota corolla! And he wants to just stick his dick in me? He doesn’t even know my last name!”

A disbelieving but amused laugh escapes you as you listen to the animated re-telling of Mikasa’s quite tragic excuse of a date. “I’m assuming you didn’t,” you begin, “you know, just stick it in?”

Mikasa huffs out an airy laugh. “I- no. No, I didn’t. He- he did finger me though.”

Your hand halts halfway to your mouth, your jaw dropped in surprise. If you had loosened your fingers any more, the handful of trail mix you held would have made a mess all over Mikasa’s grey bedsheets.

“He- you let him finger you?” you repeat disbelievingly.

“Well, yeah? Sort of? I mean, he could only get one finger in because I was too squirmy to let him use any more than that. It didn’t last super long.”

“You were okay with it, right? You gave consent and everything?”

“I did, don’t worry. Honestly, I think I was just hoping that since I was kinda interested in the guy I’d actually feel something for once,” she said dejectedly, visibly deflating at the thought.

You sit up a little straighter, pushing the half-empty bowl away from you. “But you said you weren’t super comfortable with him, right? Mikasa, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’re hardly comfortable getting yourself off.”

She seemed to become very interested in her chipped red nail polish then, her head hung as she wrung her fingers together anxiously. “I know. I guess… I guess I was just hoping that this time would be… different? I wanted to feel normal for once, not like something’s wrong with me.”

The words barely leave her lips before you’re on your knees, pulling the girl into a tight hug. You feel her relax against you, arms wrapping around your shoulders. “Mik, I promise you there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Nobody just knows what they like when it comes to sex; it’s a learning curve. There is absolutely nothing wrong with still figuring out what your body does or doesn’t like and clearly this guy wasn’t the right person to help you discover those things.”

Mikasa seems to freeze up a bit at that, slowly pulling away from your embrace. From behind her bangs, you can see how pink her face had gotten.

“Okay… um… I’m going to say something, and before you react, let me finish first, okay?” the words come out in a rush, something you’re not used to when it comes to Mikasa. She was strikingly well-spoken, incredibly intelligent and articulate. It was rare to see her stumble over her words the way she was right now.

“I- yeah, of course. Go ahead, love.”

Mikasa sucks in a breath. You can’t tell if it’s to mentally prepare herself from whatever it was she was going to ask you or because of the affectionate pet name that happened to slip out when you responded to her. “So… I was thinking… You’ve been trying to help me with this whole sex thing for a long time now and you’re the only person I have ever been comfortable talking to about all of this… You’re my best friend and the person I trust more than anyone… and I don’t want what I’m going to ask to change or ruin anything at all, but I’m getting a bit desperate and -“

“Mikasa, you’re starting to freak me out. What is it?” you interrupt. And you weren’t lying. Her rambling was so out of the ordinary that it was probably way more concerning than what she was so scared to ask.

“Canyouteachmehowtomasturbate?” she rushed out finally.

You sit there for a moment, processing. It takes a second to understand what she said since it all came out in one breath, and then another second to recognize what it was she was asking you to do. And for the second time tonight, you feel your jaw drop.

“I- what?” you say intelligently.

Mikasa avoids your gaze but you can still see the embarrassment in her expression and the nervous fidgeting she’s doing with her hands. It’s rather cute.

You raise your eyebrows at your own thought. Where the hell did that come from? Your best friend asks you to teach her how to masturbate and immediately you’re attracted to her?

But… how immediate was it really? Mikasa was objectively very beautiful. She had a kind heart and intelligence beyond words. Her physical beauty only reflected how gorgeous her soul was. Sure, you’ve always admired her, but it was never anything more than a friend appreciating a friend… or was it?

Mikasa was your rock, the person you cared about more than anything. You didn’t think something like this could ruin the relationship you two had, but who knows? All you knew was that you’d be damned if you lost her just because of some sort of post-vulnerable-moment awkwardness.

You brushed your thoughts away and grounded yourself by pinching your thigh. Mikasa was your best friend. And she needed your help.

“You know what, never mind. That was such a stupid thing to say, I’m so sorry I even mentioned it-”

“Okay.”

This time, it was Mikasa’s turn to freeze up. You almost laughed at how cute she looked completely and utterly shocked. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as if she was trying to find the words to respond but couldn’t.

Eventually, “I- okay? Okay, like…”

“Okay, like, I’ll help you.” You said.

Mikasa stared at you like she couldn’t believe you had agreed.

You take a deep breath. This was going to be interesting. “Um… I guess the absolute first step is going to be getting yourself into the mood.”

Your ebony-haired friend seemed to suddenly snap out of her disbelief at your words. “Woah, we’re gonna start right now?”

“I’m sorry, did you want to postpone this to later? Do you have somewhere else to be right now?”

Mikasa shoves your shoulder, face red-hot with embarrassment. “Oh, fuck off. You know I’m awkward with these things.”

“That’s what we’re trying to fix right now, babe,” you answer smugly. The girl across from you rolls her eyes.

“Fine. How do you suggest I ‘get in the mood’?”

“I mean personally, I’m always horny,” Mikasa snickers in response. You decide to ignore her. “But to get me going I usually will read some smut or just start teasing myself if I have the time and patience.”

“Sure, but… I get horny too and nothing really comes from it. Literally, I guess.” You both giggle at her unintentional pun. “My biggest problem is that I don’t know how… I don’t know what…”

“You don’t know how to touch yourself?”

Mikasa flushes, avoiding your gaze. After a beat or two, she nods in affirmation. You suck in a breath.

“Do you want me to show you?”

Silence.

And then, “Yes.”

Time freezes for a moment and you find yourself unable to breathe. You certainly weren’t expecting your study date to be productive, but there was no way you could’ve guessed it was going to turn out to be a tutoring session for masturbation. But looking at your best friend now, all pink-faced and embarrassed, big doe eyes wide with incredulity and chest heaving in anticipation, you can’t say you’re disappointed with how the day turned out.

Wordlessly, you start to shed your jacket, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a near-silent plop. Mikasa watches you intently as you go to grip the hem of your t-shirt and then nods when you look at her questioningly, a silent request for permission.

You’ve seen each other in only underwear - sometimes less - countless times. This wasn’t new or different for you two by any means. But the context, the atmosphere, could not be less similar.

��I’m going to show you what I do, and then if you’re comfortable with it, you can start to copy me.” you say softly.

“Okay.” Mikasa responds almost breathlessly, watching as you continue to strip until you’re left in only your underwear.

You had to admit, there was something strangely erotic about the situation you found yourself in right now. Thinking about your frustratingly attractive best friend watching you as you got yourself off was more hot than you’d thought it would be.

“I always get myself comfortable. I don’t like being fully dressed when I masturbate if I can avoid it… it gets too hot. It’s also just easier to tease and work yourself up if you have easier access to your own body,” You explain. You lean against Mikasa’s headboard clad in only your bra and panties and slowly begin to trail your fingertips over your breasts and stomach.

“This would probably be around the time I get some reading material or porn out if I’m feeling frustrated. But I don’t really need it right now,” you’ve started to ramble as you realize just how quiet and focused Mikasa had become. Her gaze was locked on to your hands, watching with an unreadable expression as you traced the cups of your bra and underwire. You clear your throat and continue, “I’m not the most sensitive around my tits unless I’m about to get my period. So right now, for instance, they’re a lot more tender than usual.”

You take a deep breath before finally pulling the cups of your bra down, exposing your chest to your best friend and to the cool bedroom. Your fingertips instinctually travel to your nipples and begin to play around with them, rolling them between your thumb and forefingers and giving them an occasional tug. “I kinda skip this bit when I’m super sexually frustrated but for the sake of… what would you even call this? A demonstration?” You giggle nervously for the sake of it, Mikasa half-heartedly joining in. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in a way that almost seemed painful. “You okay, Mik?”

Dark brown, almost black eyes snap back up to meet yours. Her cheeks flush pink as if she just realized that she had been caught staring. “Oh… yeah, yeah I’m good.”

You nod slowly. Without even really thinking about it, you reach around your back and unclip the restrictive garment, sighing in relief as it loosens and falls to the top of the bed. “God, I hate those things.”

Your fingers find their way to your mouth as you subconsciously wet them and bring them back to your hardened nipples, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling.

“Now is usually about when I get myself more… wet, I guess? Jeez, it’s so weird saying this all out loud,” you comment quietly. “I love lightly stroking my inner thighs. They’re super sensitive and usually get me going the quickest.”

You shift a bit more in an attempt to get yourself comfy. Then you realize that you literally have to spread your legs in front of your best friend, who you realize, again, has fallen uncharacteristically silent for the nth time that evening. But the familiar warmth in your lower tummy and the thrumming in your veins prevents you from thinking too much of it, rather encouraging you to get on with the demonstration.

You were so consumed with the details that you hadn’t even realized that your attempts to get yourself horny had worked just as well as usual, if not more so.

Without any further hesitation, you spread your legs, essentially presenting your absolutely sopping pussy to your best friend. You follow through with your own instructions, carefully tracing your inner thighs with your fingers and gradually getting closer and closer to your core.

“At this point,” you breathe out. “I may start teasing myself over my underwear.” Your fingers dance over your panty-clad clit and you sigh, your hips pushing forward into your hand. You can feel the way your body reacts to even the slightest touches, your chest heaving and breath quickening, and you forget to say any sort of bullshit before you strip off your panties completely.

Your fingers find your opening almost out of instinct and you’re startled by how slick you’ve become; you were positively gushing, your arousal covering every inch of your folds and dripping down your labia. “I always start with clit stimulation,” you say quickly, fingers finding the bud with practiced ease and beginning to rub slow, steady circles around it. You hum contentedly. “If I’m too lazy to use my fingers or just wanna blow off some steam, I’ll just use my vibrator. But my fingers almost always give me the best orgasm.”

You pick up the pace, rubbing diligent circles around your clit and melting into the bed beneath you. The pleasure is so intense that you lose yourself in it, wholly forgetting that your best friend is there.

But Mikasa?

She is far too invested in the sight in front of her.

Mikasa has always found you stunning. The first time you guys met was when she first asked her mother if she could marry a girl one day if she wanted to. And while she never actively pursued anything past friendship with you, she still loved you dearly. Her attraction to you was just simply never enough to get in the way of your relationship.

But now? Watching you, in your birthday suit, getting lost in your own pleasure and body with little care or hesitation? She’s not sure she can justify putting that attraction on the back burner any longer. The way your back arches off her lush comforter, the way your hips buck every so often when you hit your clit ever so perfectly, the way your nose and eyes scrunch as you let bliss overtake your senses… Mikasa can’t honestly say she has ever seen anything more beautiful.

The little whimpers and sighs that fall from your bitten lips are music to her ears, a song she wants to listen to on repeat until the end of time. When you open your eyes once more to look at her and say, “eventually… eventually I’ll slip a finger or two in”, Mikasa nearly ascends.

The lips and folds of your pussy are absolutely soaked, puffy and swollen from arousal and stimulation. They were drenched in your juices and glistening like gems. When your middle finger finally slips into your waiting hole, Mikasa can’t help the moan that leaves her lips and mixes in with your own, a perfect harmony.

Whether you hear it or not is irrelevant, especially when masturbating has almost never felt this intense. Mikasa watching you has had a much stronger affect than you could have ever anticipated. Thinking about how she looks at you, imagining that your hand was her own has you squirming, your walls clenching and contracting with every new image your mind conjures up.

Suddenly, you’re broken out of your own daydreams by the sound of a zipper being undone. Your eyes snap open in time to see Mikasa shakily pulling off her jeans. The blush that had stubbornly remained dusted on her nose and cheeks had spread down to her chest, which was now flushed a bashful pink. Her tits - ones you’ve always envied for their sheer perfection - were hardly contained by the pathetic excuse of a shirt she wore, nipples hard and poking through the thin cotton. You’re about to beg her to take it off when she shucks it off with the same urgency her jeans came off with.

“Gonna join me?” You smile softly, slowing your fingers but not ever stopping. Mikasa looks at you, pupils blown wide and chest heaving.

“I… I can’t just watch. Feels like torture,” she answers quickly. You suck in a breath as she situates herself opposite of you, spreading her legs in similar fashion as you and never breaking eye contact. It takes herculean effort to not ogle at her chest, but you know that if you even snuck a peak, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from sucking one of her tits into your mouth. Instead, your gaze drops to her pussy, which looks almost as, if not more, wet than your own. Her pastel pink panties were nearly sheer from her arousal. “I don’t think I need to do any of the teasing,” she says bluntly. You nod your head eagerly in agreement.

You dip two fingers into your hole at that point and can’t hold back the moan that leaves you. The stretch was delightful, the curl of your fingertips even more so.

Mikasa’s patience snaps. Her panties are off in a flash and her hand snakes down to her core. She’s pleasantly shocked by how wet she’d gotten, but she hardly has enough time to register the satisfaction before she hears…

“Mikasa…” you sigh.

Your best friend whines in desperation after hearing the way you moaned her name, starting her first attempt to mimic the motions you showed her earlier. Her middle and ring finger trace clumsy but eager circles around her clit… or at least the general vicinity of it. You watch in fascination as the ebony-haired girl takes her bottom lip between her teeth in concentration and quickens the pace of her fingers.

“Whoa, okay. Slow down a bit, Mik, it’s not a race,” you chuckle lightly, your own motions slowing down to prevent yourself from cumming too quick. “Slowly, gently… Okay?”

Mikasa hums in affirmation, slowing her circles just a bit. You watch as her slender fingers play with her simply stunning pussy with both a sense of teacher-like criticism and lust-induced arousal.

“Your clit’s gonna be a little higher than that. Right about,” you draw out the vowels, reaching to grab her wrist with your clean hand and directing it a bit higher. “here.”

At that moment you both look up, realizing how startlingly close you were. Though she was leaning back on her one free hand, you were practically hovering over her; your faces were mere inches apart, so close that you could feel the light puffs of her exhales on your burning face. Mikasa’s eyes dart between your own before falling to your lips. Your tongue subconsciously darts out to wet them.

The girl across from you groans, hanging her head. “You… you’re gonna need to stop doing that,” she sighs. Her head drops to avoid eye contact, out of embarrassment or frustration you don’t know. You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head and trying to regain eye contact with her.

Your words die in your throat. The gaze you’re locked in with your best friend is way more than just intense. You can’t seem to look away, not that you’d really want to in the first place. Mikasa looks desperate in a way you’ve never seen before, pupils blown out completely and breath coming out in short pants.

You can’t resist dragging your eyes over her figure this time; her whole body was covered in a light layer of sweat and glimmered under the purple LED lights in her room. The hand you had a hold on was trembling slightly and you moved to grab on to it reassuringly. It’s quiet enough in her room that you can still hear the sound of her gulping over the low music you had switched on earlier. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of her, letting your gaze move back up to her eyes. “Mik…” you call out softly.

The nickname seems to be her breaking point. Without any apparent hesitation, Mikasa sits up and presses her lips to yours, locking them in a gentle yet searing kiss. You can’t help but make a small noise of surprise in the back of your throat, but as her previously busy hand slowly travels up your arm to cup the back of your neck, you find yourself melting into her body.

Her lips are some of the softest, if not the softest, you’ve ever felt in your whole life. As she began to move her mouth against yours it took everything in you to not audibly curse yourself out for holding back for so long. You let your body react the way you’ve always wanted it to, your arm snaking around Mikasa’s waist and pulling her body flush against your own. She gasps into your mouth but you silence it almost immediately with your tongue, trying to memorize the feeling and taste of hers. She clings to your shoulders as you lean back, propping herself up on your lap with your chests pressing against one another’s.

Every inch of skin that makes contact with Mikasa’s feels as if it’s aflame, each matching heartbeat sending blood rushing to your head and heat spreading down to your pussy. Your hands are insatiable, never lingering in one place for too long and desperately trying to feel every dip and curve of your best friend’s figure. They eventually settle in her unusually wild ebony hair, tangling up in the soft strands and gently maneuvering her so you had access to her neck.

You find yourself pressing frantic, open-mouthed kisses along her jugular, nipping and sucking more and more as you make your way closer to her chest. Her sweet moans and little whimpers spur you on, motivating you to wordlessly worship every bit of her body.

“Mikasa,” you breathe, pulling away for a moment. You heard her whine quietly and see her try to chase your lips with her own, but your tightened grip in her hair stops her. “Baby… please let me help you make you feel good.”

The girl in your arms freezes for a second, processing your words. Maybe it’s because even after making out with you for a few blissful moments she still isn’t sure how she found herself in this situation, or perhaps she was still nervous about her past experiences getting in her way of having a good time. But after a moment of thinking about it, however, she nods eagerly. “Please,” she finds herself whispering against your lips, feeling the wetness between her legs grow exponentially just thinking about what you wanted to do to her.

You grin and kiss her again, this time long and slow… it’s sensual, the way your lips slide against one another’s, the way her fingertips lightly trace the curve of your chest and stomach. Your hands find their home on Mikasa’s hips and you gently guide her off of your lap.

Long, lean legs fall open for you almost as soon as Mikasa finds herself on her bed again. You vaguely register her getting herself situated, leaning back on her elbows and readjusting her hips, and instead find yourself (once again) being absolutely entranced by her pussy.

“What do you want, Mik?” you ask quietly, shifting your gaze up to her own as you lowered yourself to your stomach. Your face was only mere inches away from Mikasa’s dripping hole and it took some of the most intense self control of your life to stop yourself from diving straight in. You could hear Mikasa’s breath hitch as you let your hands rest on the insides of her thighs, your fingers kneading at her soft skin.

“You already know.” she says shakily, gripping on to her bedsheets in anticipation as your touch moved closer and closer to where she wanted you most.

“I need to hear you say it.”

Mikasa feels trapped in your stare, like your eyes were boring into her soul. But, strangely, she didn’t feel nervous or scared. Instead, all she felt was intense longing and lust, want that scratched at her heart and throat and threatened to come spilling out the more you worked her up. She takes a deep, shuddering breath before finally admitting, “I- I want you to make me cum.”

From between her legs, you smile up at her fondly, feeling both proud of her courage and endeared by her desire.

Wordlessly, you lower your face down to her cunt, and without breaking eye contact you take your first confident lick.

Both of you groan in unison, Mikasa in response to the most intense and pleasurable sensation she’s ever felt and you in response to how damn good she tasted. You can’t seem to stop yourself anymore now that you’ve finally gotten a taste of her, eagerly beginning to lick her out.

Mikasa is in heaven right now. She’s convinced that you’re an absolute goddess, a gift from above sent to her for… well, she can’t even begin to imagine what she had to have done to deserve you as she watches your eyes unfocus, losing yourself in her pussy. She feels like she can barely breathe while you have your mouth on her, the tip of your tongue prodding at her entrance and flicking at her clit. When you wrap your perfect lips around the bud and give it the first little suck, she has to bite down on her tongue to prevent too embarrassing a sound from coming out.

You’re not the tidiest person to begin with, but you eat Mikasa out like a starved woman, your spit and her slick absolutely soaking the bottom half of your face. You can’t help yourself. Not when Mikasa makes the prettiest noises and pulls on your hair the way she does.

“F-fuck, baby,” she swears under her breath. You hum in response, looking up at her with wide, doe eyes, at which she promptly curses again. It’s a difficult task, pulling yourself away from her, but you manage. Mikasa whines but you shush her softly, your hand moving from her thigh to her folds to keep her stimulated.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” You ask gently, fingertips rubbing slow, tight circles on her clit.

Mikasa looks positively wrecked. But she attempts a weak smile. “You’re too good at this,” she replies. You chuckle, letting your middle finger slide down her folds and push into her hole. Your best friend sighs, letting her head tip back.

“Well, it’s not hard when the company’s good,” you say. She laughs a bit at that but it’s cut off by a strangled moan when you finally let yourself play with her tits. You decide that this is your new favorite spot: two fingers in your best friend’s cunt with your lips wrapped around her nipples.

Your fingers feel around and curl to find the spot that you know will make Mikasa see stars. You know you’ve found it when she cries out, hips jumping off the bed and back arching. The grin that spreads on your face is uncontainable.

“There we go,” you sigh, quickening the pace of your fingers and making sure you hit that same spot over and over again.

Mikasa isn’t sure she’s ever made this much noise with a partner but she can’t bring herself to care in that moment. She can’t seem to control her body anymore either, her hips seemingly working as if they had a mind of their own. The sounds of your fingers sliding in and out of her pussy are downright lewd, and the rhythmic squelching mixed with her moans is pornographic is every sense of the word.

When you trail kisses down her navel and back onto her cunt, Mikasa’s world explodes. Your fingertips are hitting the same delicious spot over and over again and your lips are busy with her clit, tongue sweeping harsh and deliberate licks on it in time with your fingers. An unfamiliar feeling fills her lower stomach, a warmth that travels down her legs and up her torso. It’s like a rubber band growing more and more taut, seconds away from snapping. And with one particular hand movement, it breaks.

Mikasa bites her lip so hard it bleeds as she cums more violently than you’ve ever seen before, her whole body shuddering like… well, like it was finally releasing two decades of built up tension. You’re deliberate in your movements, riding out the most intense orgasm you’ve ever seen as you savor the taste of her release and gently remove your fingers.

You look up and almost panic when you see Mikasa limp on the bed before you, but you’re reassured by her quiet, indiscernible murmuring. When you finally realize what had happened, you can’t stop yourself from laughing a little bit.

She passed out.

Oh, you are never gonna let her live this down.

Somehow, Mikasa finds herself laying in her bed with you laid out right beside her. She frowns; both of you are still as naked as the day you were born, but you had the courtesy to throw one of Mikasa’s homemade quilts over your bodies to conserve a bit of her remaining dignity.

“Wait… What just-”

“Think you might’ve blacked out for a second,” you giggle. Mikasa gapes at you and you can’t help but laugh harder. Your amusement seems to bring her back to the present though and she slaps your arm with a scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so now you wanna act all tough, huh?” you tease, nudging her with your elbow.

“Fuck off, I don’t have to tell you that was great.” she says. You smile at her, hand reaching over to push some of her hair out of her face. Your grin only grows when she lets her head lean into your palm.

“You certainly don’t.”

“You are insufferable.”

“You love me.”

“You’re right, I do.”

Now, that seems to catch you both off guard. Mikasa flushes bright red and avoids your eyes as you stare at her.

“What?”

“I- yeah, I mean. I thought that much was obvious?” It doesn’t seem to be a question but it comes out like one. Mikasa still won’t meet your gaze.

“Mikasa, if it were as obvious as you think it was I don’t think it would’ve taken nearly this long for anything to happen between us.”

Mikasa’s eyes widen in realization.

“You’re probably right.”

“I know I am. Looks like both of us are just a little hopeless when it comes to some of this stuff.”

You both snort at the vast understatement.

A beat of silence passes before you add. “I love you, too.”

When you turn to look at the girl beside you, you find that she had already been staring at you, looking very deep in thought. Your face burns at the intensity of her stare and you clear your throat. Mikasa’s gaze refocuses instantly and she blushes, knowing she absolutely got caught.

“What, something on my face?”

“No, I guess I just wasn’t expecting…”

“Expecting me to say it back?“

Mikasa nods solemnly. Your heart swells, a cocktail of different emotions swirling around your chest like a hurricane. But somehow, it doesn’t feel overwhelming or bad. It just sits there, stalling.

“I think I only just figured it out for myself, to be honest,” you admit. “‘Cause I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship over a crush. But I guess it’s more than that. And I think it’s always been more than that… I’ve just been…”

“Scared?” Mikasa finished.

Now it’s your turn to nod. “I don’t regret it though. Any of this,” you say firmly. “In fact, I think this may be one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

Mikasa smiles, a beautiful, real grin that lights up her equally stunning face.

“We can definitely agree on that.”

Silence again. Relieved, comfortable silence. It’s rather comforting.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Mikasa sighs, meeting your stare again. You blush, opening your mouth to respond before she continues, “And… I was thinking…”

“By all means, keep doing that. If this is anything like the last time I’m sure I’ll like whatever you’re coming up with,” you joke, playing with the hand that wasn’t currently pillowing Mikasa’s face. Her skin is pretty tough, calloused and strong from years of lifting and working out. But somehow her hands still seemed delicate, almost doll-like. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by them, interlacing your fingers together in wonder.

Mikasa’s heart stutters at the tender gesture but she’s not deterred by it anymore. “I’d really like to return the favor, if you’re up for it.”

Almost immediately your movements stop. You think your heart stopped as well, for a moment or two. When you finally stop short-circuiting and turn your face to stare at Mikasa in shock, you sputter, “W-wait, return the favor? Like, right now?”

She laughs. “I’m getting deja vu,” Mikasa muses to herself. She sits up, leaning over you and caging your body in her arms. “It’s only fair, dontcha think?”

You feel your whole body burn, desire pushing its way through to the front of your awareness. “I mean… I’m not gonna stop you, but are you sure you want to?” Mikasa chooses that moment to dip her head and nuzzle your cheek, nosing her way to your neck to press soft kisses down your throat.

“I’m sure,” you gasp when you feel her teeth nip the sensitive skin around your collarbone and her lips suck a hickey on to it. “I’m a fast learner but I always pick things up better when I try them hands-on.”

A curious tweak of your nipples makes you moan, back arching into Mikasa’s playful touches. “Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” you ask breathlessly, watching the ebony-haired woman play with your tits with a fascinated looked on her face.

Mikasa lets out a low, dare-you-say sexy chuckle that makes you want to press your legs together. “Still here, love, don’t worry.” Her right hand slides up from your chest to your jaw, pulling you into a deep, sensual kiss. The action has her thigh bump into your cunt, the tiny bit of contact against your aching clit making you gasp and moan into her mouth. You feel her grin into your mouth before trailing hot kisses along your jaw, her left hand going to cup your pussy. Your hips push into her palm on their own accord, chasing the feeling of her touch on your most sensitive spots. Mikasa leans into you, lips brushing against your ear. “I want you to tell me how you like it, okay?”

Your eyes widen at her words, feeling more turned on than you had ever felt in your entire life. Nodding, you arch your body into your best friend’s. “Please, Mik,” you whimper.

Wordlessly, the ebony-haired beauty begins trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck to your chest, sucking little marks as she went. When she finally reached your tits, she glances up at you with a devious little gleam in her eyes before sucking a hard nipple into her mouth. You gasp, hand reaching up to card your fingers through Mikasa’s hair as the woman toys with your breast. Her tongue traces slow, deft circles around it before lightly sucking, her right hand going to play with your other breast.

You twitch in surprise as you feel Mikasa’s left hand beginning to wander, deft fingers curiously gathering your wetness and spreading it around your folds. The action is welcomed, though, as you find yourself utterly melting into her embrace. She giggles against your warm skin and you gasp at the vibrations it creates against your nipple.

“You’re so cute,” she coos, pulling away from your chest to look at you affectionately. She moves on to lavish your other breast with the same thoroughness as the first one and you keen, fingers tightening around her dark strands. You knew you shouldn’t ever underestimate Mikasa, no matter what, but you still found yourself floored at the total 180 she took from being a blushing, scared virgin to this self-assured, dare-you-say erotic woman in front of you in a mere hour. Your best friend was smart beyond words, and her ability to pick up new skills and execute them flawlessly the first time will never cease to amaze you.

Your train of thought is abruptly cut off when Mikasa begins pressing increasingly fast, sloppy kisses from your chest, down your stomach and finally to your inner thighs. A surprise nip to the sensitive skin there causes you to yelp and then giggle, equally aroused and endeared by this new side to the beautiful girl laid out in front of you.

Mikasa was having the time of her life teasing you. She basked in your little sounds, the little gasps and whimpers that escaped you as she marked up your pretty thighs music to her ears. And when she snuck a peak up at your face, watching how your brows furrowed and chest heaved in anticipation, she could feel her stomach clench with the need to please you the way you were able to please her.

As she brought her gaze back down to your center, Mikasa had to bite back a groan. Your pussy was practically begging to be touched with the way it was leaking, the wetness soaking even the delicate skin surrounding your swollen folds. She almost felt bad that you had gotten so close to a release only to stop and help her, but she was determined to fix that for you.

A gasp tore out of your throat when Mikasa finally placed a soft kiss to your clit. After your own attempts to get off and then experiencing something as sexy as watching your best friend come undone for the first time, to say that you were desperate was a bit of an understatement. You spread your legs wider in encouragement, resisting the urge to grab her by the hair and push her closer to you.

When Mikasa’s tongue darted out and took it’s first little lick to your clit, you had to slap your hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Mikasa, meanwhile, groaned at your taste and latched her lips around the nub. Her hands gently kneaded at your thighs, keeping you spread for her.

It would be safe to say that you were losing your mind, at least a bit. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought that the beautiful girl lapping at your folds was a literal pro at eating pussy, her tongue and lips bold in their movements and somehow managing to bring you right to the edge in less that a minute.

“Shit, Mik, you’re a fucking natural,” you sighed, breath hitching when the raven-haired beauty let the tip of her tongue prod at your entrance. She looked up at you through dark, full eyelashes, already dark eyes nearly black with desire.

“I had a good teacher,” she breathed out, a devious smirk playing on her glistening lips as she dove back in with somehow even more enthusiasm than she had originally.

This time, you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing the top of Mikasa’s head when she wiggled her tongue into your leaking hole, experimenting with different movements and speeds to see what you reacted to.

Truthfully?

You didn’t care what she did. It all felt amazing. The pleasure coursing through your veins was white-hot and suffocating, leaving your brain blissfully empty, aside from the lingering thought of your talented and gorgeous best friend.

She was working magic on you. It was fucking insane to you that she was working you up this well and it was the first time she had ever done it. Though, you supposed it shouldn’t have been too shocking; Mikasa was naturally gifted in basically everything she did. Eating pussy was no exception.

Her lips and tongue were exceptionally soft yet firm, tracing unrecognizable shapes and patterns on and around your clit, alternating between playing with the sensitive bud and sucking at your entrance.

It was like she was everywhere, and in an essence, she was. Her mouth was occupied, but her hands were adventurous and worshipping, running up and down your legs and torso with something akin to reverence. You couldn’t take your eyes off of hers, not that you wanted to to begin with. The adoration and love in her eyes filled you with indescribable warmth, which when paired with some of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life, catapulted you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had in minutes.

You came with a cry, thighs threatening to trap Mikasa’s head between them as your body shook from the intensity of it all. She worked you through it, keeping your legs wide open and eagerly lapping up everything that you gave her.

When you finally came down from your high, you felt your arms go limp, hand leaving Mikasa’s head and dropping to your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Mikasa sat up, licking her lips before wiping the excess away with the back of her hand. She gazed down at you lovingly and crawled over you, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

“Good?” she whispered questioningly as she pulled away, resting her forehead on yours.

You laughed in disbelief. “Good? Mik, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. If that was your first time, I’m almost scared to see what you’ll be like with practice.”

Mikasa laughed, loud and boisterous, hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You smiled to yourself, wrapping her lithe body in your arms and pulling her in closer.

“Well, only one way to find out,” she murmured in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’ve unleashed a monster,” you breathed out in mock-horror.

Both of you erupted in giggles, holding on to one another tightly.

“Thank you,” Mikasa said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I feel like I should be thanking you, love,” you responded, brushing her bangs out of her face. She smiled softly, kissing your palm.

“I think we both got pretty lucky.”

a/n: long time no see, lovelies! hope you enjoyed this :,,) i’ve been working on it for a long, LONG time because my writer’s block has been awful. i’m praying that it was worth the wait. if there are any mistakes or errors, just comment and i’ll try to fix them! <3

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agaypanic · 1 year

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hii!! if requests are open could i get a james maguire and reader where theyre watching a movie at readers house and she falls asleep on his shoulder and the girls are all teasing him while she just cuddles closer to him (maybe even ends up asleep on his lap), he carries her to her room where she sleepily asks him to stay and they wake up cuddling?? lots of teasing afterwards and a confession too?? thanks!!

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Summary: After exams, the girls and James have a movie night at Y/n’s house. Y/n is more tired than she expected to be.

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“Y/n,” James shook the girl’s shoulder. “We’re almost at the stop.” She just stirred in her seat.

“Y/n, get your arse up!” Michelle, who sat on the other side of Y/n, yelled in her ear. She jolted up with a gasp.

“I’m up, Jesus!” Today was full of exams for the girls, and it seemed to take the biggest toll on Y/n. She was looking forward to sleeping the entire weekend.

“We’re still going to yours, yeah?” Michelle asked the sleepy girl. Fuck. She’d forgotten that she and her friends had planned a sleepover to celebrate the end of exams. Y/n sighed.

“Yeah.”

“We can do another night if you want.” Clare turned around in her seat to look at Y/n. “It’s not like we have to hang out tonight.”

“Fuck that, Clare. A plan’s a plan. Besides, I’m pretty sure my mum doesn’t wanna see me or James tonight.” Michelle said. Clare still waited for Y/n to answer.

“It’s fine, Clare.”

Tiredness had worn off a bit when the girls and James walked to Y/n’s house. But it came right back when they split off to change into pajamas. Y/n started nodding off on the living room couch as the girls fought over what movie to watch first.

“I don’t care what we watch, as long as the fellas are good lookin’,” Michelle said, leaning back in her seat. They soon decided on some film Y/n hadn’t heard the name of, everything going in one ear and out the other. They’d gotten ten minutes in when she dozed off. She leaned over in her sleep, resting on James’ side. Not thinking much of it, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to keep her from falling further.

“Is she asleep?” Clare asked, looking next to her to see Y/n leaning into James. “Aw, that’s so cute.” She smiled at the two.

“More like nasty,” Michelle muttered from Y/n’s side, half joking.

“Just watch the movie,” James said, rolling his eyes. “Let her sleep.”

For the next hour, the girls teased James over his situation. Over time, Y/n had latched onto him, refusing to let him go in her sleep. He kept telling them to be quiet to not wake her. When the movie ended, James slowly hooked an arm under her legs and the other around her back before standing up.

“Where are you going off with her?” Erin asked, sifting through more movie choices with Orla.

“Taking her to her room. Doubt falling asleep on the couch like that is comfortable.”

“To be fair, she was more sleeping on you than the couch.” The girls’ laughter at Michelle’s comment was the last thing James heard as he walked down the hall to Y/n’s room. He ignored the blush forming on his cheeks as he pushed the door open and brought the girl to her bed. He got her under the covers and was about to leave when he felt a soft tug on his wrist. When he turned around, Y/n still seemed to be asleep.

“James?” She whispered. He could tell that she was barely awake.

“Yes, Y/n?” He leaned down closer to her to hear her words.

“Stay.” Her grip on his wrist tightened for a second. “Please.”

James turned even redder; what would the girls think when they noticed he didn’t come back? That would set the two of them up for even more teasing. But then again, how could he ever deny her request?

“Okay.” He said softly, getting under the covers next to her. Sensing his warmth, Y/n clung to him. James froze before quickly relaxing, moving his arm under her head to act as a pillow.

“G’night, Jamie.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

***

James woke up the next morning wondering where he was. As he became more conscious, he realized he was in Y/n’s bedroom. Which explained why the girl was in her bed with him.

He looked down to see that she was still sleeping. It seemed they had moved in their sleep. James went from laying on his back to his side, arm that wasn’t Y/n’s pillow being wrapped around her, with his head on top of hers. Y/n had completely wrapped her limbs around James like a koala.

Unsure of how much longer Y/n was going to sleep, James tried to move. The attempt was futile, Y/n’s grip on the boy tightening at his slight movement. So he just decided to lay there and wait.

Y/n woke up a few minutes later to James gently playing with her hair. If she was more awake, she would’ve turned red at their situation. But right now, she didn’t care, snuggling further into him for warmth.

“Morning.” She mumbled. James paused, realizing she was awake, before continuing to twirl her hair between his fingers.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“So good.” Y/n smiled. “You?”

“Great. Yeah, I slept great.” James cleared his throat, giving a nervous laugh. “Your bed is more comfortable than the couch.”

“I bet.” Y/n chuckled. “Thank you for staying, by the way. You didn’t have to.”

“No, I wanted to.” He said quickly. “I wanted to stay with you. Besides, I was getting tired too, and the girls wouldn’t stop teasing.”

“What were they teasing you about?” Y/n backed up just enough to look up at James, bleary-eyed. He could feel himself falling harder for the girl.

“Oh, just you falling asleep on me.” He tried to seem nonchalant to not make her feel bad, but he started to feel flustered thinking back to last night. “Nothing bad.” Y/n gave an understanding hum.

“I’m sorry.” She said, laughing a bit at the thought of the girls teasing him over her. James pulled her in closer.

“It’s okay.” Before he could psych himself out, he kissed her forehead to further show that he was okay with the closeness and affection. Y/n’s eyes widened, slowly darting between his eyes and his lips. He noticed this and leaned down so they were more face-to-face.

Realizing that they were both okay with what was about to happen, they closed the distance between them. James’ grip tightened as Y/n rested one hand on his cheek while the other weaved with the hair at the nape of his neck.

There was lots of feeling in their small movements, still somewhat tired. They both parted with a smile.

“What if we stayed here a bit longer?” Y/n asked, already knowing James would say yes.

“Please.” He kissed her again. And again. And again.

In the living room, the girls were huddled in a circle around a photograph. In the night, when Y/n and James were dead asleep, the girls snuck in and took a photo of the two with a polaroid camera. The picture showed the two hugging each other close, limbs wrapped around each other.

“Oh, they’re never gonna live this down,” Michelle smirked.

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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It's me again 💗

Anyway I have another family angst one for you

Now like any siblings they fight endlessly.

So in another room from the brothers MC and her little brother are fighting about something. And oh boy things are getting heated.

Then suddenly they all heard MC scream"stop acting like a spoiled brat and then I'll take you seriously!" "Shut up you b##h!"

Then they heard something really shocking come out of MC brother mouth." Why won't you just die already!"

Everything went silent

Then a sound of a door slamming open is heard before mc is seen running past the open door.

(sorry if it's a bit dark)

Brothers reaction?

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mc gets into a bad fight with their brother

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: fighting, death threats, angst, pushing

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Lucifer

he will give you some time before following you

after all, when he gets into bad fights with his siblings, he wouldn't like it if somebody came to him immediately

lucifer will interrogate and lecture your brother, because death threats are in no way okay, it doesn't matter who started the fight

after a good ten minutes, lucifer will search for you

he'll calmly ask you what had caused things to go wrong so badly, and will comfort you, even hug you if you want it

Mammon

the second he watched you run off, he raced to your brother's side to scream at him

as the victim of many insults, thrown at him by his brothers, he knows how much it can hurt, and he can't have you feeling like that

mammon does actually end up pushing your brother, but it wasn't hard enough to cause injury

afterwards, he makes his way to you

he is prepared to comfort you in any way possible

Leviathan

he freezes on the spot

levi doesn't know what to do, does he go to you? does he tell your brother off?

since your brother actually lowkey scares him, levi decides to find you

you can tell comforting people isn't his strongest point, but it's sweet how much he's trying to make you feel better

after you've calmed down a bit, you two will play some games together

Satan

this man is so close to punching your brother like he and his brothers do to each other sometimes

he does quickly throw a 'why don't you drop on the floor right now' at your brother

then, he decided to leave him be and go after you

when he finds you, he first asks if you are okay

if you are not, he will make sure you feel better fast before asking what had happened

satan does believe both of you are responsible for the fight, it's just your brother who went way too far

Asmodeus

he throws the nasties, deadliest, most venomous gaze known to man at your brother before going after you

immediately tackles you into a hug and kisses your cheeks upon finding you

he fights with his brothers too, but never seriously asks them to die

like mammon, he is prepared to go to extreme lenghts to make you feel better

even if the thing you need to cheer up is something seemingly impossible, asmo has many contacts, he'll make it happen for you

Beelzebub

beel is beyond shocked at what he heard

sure, he witnessed his brothers scream bad stuff at each other, but they never seemed to mean it, and also his brothers can be very extra sometimes, but this?

he goes to your brother first, allowing you some time to cool off, and asks him what happened and why he said that

then he goes to you, he holds you close to his body as he asks you too what just happened

beel also believes both parties are responsible in a fight, siblings should get along after all, he knows he would feel awful if he fought like that with his siblings

Belphegor

he already didn't like your brother

this is something he'll at to his 'reasons to dislike mc's brother' list

even though he knows both sides of a fight should be scolded, you were clearly upset, and your brother said something horrible, so belphie goes after you, completely ignoring your brother standing in the doorway

he'll offer you cuddles and naps while comforting you, and he won't stop until you tell him you feel better

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It won’t work (Joel Miller x reader — one-sided)

Summary: Joel hates you. Or so you thought.

Note: That first kiss scene in Red, white & royal blue hit me hard. No happy ending. Yet.

Joel hated you and he didn’t make it a secret.

But that was okay, you weren’t there to make friends with him. Maria often told you he disliked the older Miller as well, and she only tolerated him because she truly loved his brother. You were friends with Tommy as well, but there was no way in hell you would ever be friendly with Joel, the very man who threw cleverly disguised insults at you whenever he had the chance.

“Man, I’m bored,” Ellie complained as she and Sarah joined you in the living room with some lemonade.

“Then grab a book and read,” Joel offered, earning a disgusted noise from the girl. “I give up.”

“Excellent parenting,” you noted with a scoff. “I have no idea how Sarah ended up the way she did after growing up with you.”

Sarah clearly noticed the tension between you and her father, so she was quick to shake her head with a beaming smile as she sat on an empty chair next to the armchair you were sitting on. “Come on, he’s not that bad. Trust me, he’s a great dad,” she told you softly, throwing a wink in her father’s direction.

“She’s right. He did a decent job despite being a single dad. Sure, I helped a lot, so–” Tommy began, but then he came to an abrupt stop when Maria shot him a look that said ‘stay out of this.’

Joel suddenly shifted in his seat and leaned forward as he watched you. “You sure must know an awful lot about parenting when you don’t even have a child of your own,” he told you, his cold words making you feel nauseous all of a sudden.

That was a low blow. “Well, I’m sorry that I can’t have kids due to some complications following a miscarriage,” you blurted out without thinking. You could see him gulp, his eyes finding the floor more interesting now. “I think I’ll go home now. Maria, Tommy, thank you for inviting me. Girls, it’s been nice to see you.”

Without hesitation you made your way to the front door where you bumped into Bill and Frank who were a little late because of a dinner in a restaurant they had planned weeks ago. They tried to ask you what happened when they saw the tears in your eyes, but you only shook your head in response and walked to your car.

Until today it was only your ex and his and your parents who knew about this. You never told anyone else what had happened to you, and you weren’t planning on doing so. It was something you tried to bury in your mind and heart, hoping one day you could get over it, but it wasn’t as easy as you had thought it would be.

Maria tried to get a hold of you the next day, but you didn’t really feel like talking. She sent you a text to let you know they were heading back to Wyoming, and you broke the radio silence by sending a message to wish them a safe trip. What warmed your heart a little were the messages you received from Sarah who couldn’t stop apologizing for her father’s stupid words.

Two weeks after that evening you went out for a drink with your co-workers, finally having fun as you spent the night trash talking your other colleagues while getting drunker and drunker with each round. Your mood was only worsening when your eyes landed on Joel who was shamelessly staring at you from the bar where he was sitting.

“Okay, why don’t you just go over to him? You’ve been staring at each other for the past ten minutes,” Joanna told you with a wolfish grin.

Matt, her boyfriend, was quick to turn around and check who’s been watching you. “The way he’s staring at you is pretty creepy.”

You shrugged. “I know him. He’s an asshole but otherwise harmless.”

“Then I won’t suggest asking him to join us,” Joanna said with a pout. “Too bad, he’s handsome.”

The fourth member of your little group, who also happened to be the closest to you, gave you an expectant look. “Okay, what’s the story here?” Iris asked.

“Yes, that’s a good question,” Matt said with a nod.

“His oldest daughter, Sarah, moved into the apartment next to mine with her boyfriend. She’s a sweet and cheerful girl, we often talked and we’re kinda friends with her. Then I met her uncle, Tommy, and his wife, Maria, and we became friends. Fast forward to today, when they come here from Wyoming, I’m often invited for dinner or a game night. They need an extra person because they make a team, Joel’s girls make a team, and so Joel needs a teammate for game night too. Joel keeps making his stupid little comments, but I usually don’t make a big deal out of them. I let him bark, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“You’re right, he sounds like an asshole,” Iris noted before taking a swig of her beer.

The Joel topic was closed with that, and soon you agreed to call it a day and go home to sleep. Joanna and Matt offered to share an Uber with you since they went in the same direction, but you wanted to be alone so you declined. The last thing you wanted in your miserable drunk state was being in the company of a happy couple.

Once everyone was gone, you went outside and waited for the car to pick you up. While you waited, you kept browsing your phone, so when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you involuntarily jumped a little. It was Joel, standing next to you with his hands now in the pockets of his jeans.

“You didn’t come over to say hi,” he told you.

“You didn’t either,” you pointed out.

He took a deep breath that he let out really slowly. “True. Why do you hate me so much?”

This was ridiculous. Did he really have the audacity to ask you that? “It’s you who hates me, I’m just keeping my distance. You’re the one who constantly belittles me,” you bursted out. “You’re a fucking asshole, Joel.”

“I don’t hate you,” he quietly said.

When you gave him a questioning look, he just muttered something about how dense you were, then stepped closer to pull you into a kiss. You froze from the surprise, but pushed him away the moment you came to your senses. He looked hurt from your reaction, but you couldn’t care less about his feelings. Joel Miller was a terrible person, there was no way in hell you would ever be attracted to him. Well, sure, he was handsome, but his personality ruined everything.

“What was that all about?” you wondered out loud enough for him to hear.

Joel buried his hand into his hair as he began pacing in front of you. “I didn’t know what to do. I like you, but I don’t want to complicate things with a relationship until Ellie is old enough to move out,” he began to explain, and you had to fight the urge to call him out on this bullshit. “Keeping you at arm’s length was my way of protecting myself.”

“You weren’t keeping me at arm’s length, you hurt me. Several times.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry.” At least he sounded genuine. “Let’s have a fresh start. Let me give you a ride home,” he tried.

Looking down at your phone, you saw that your Uber was nearby. “I already called an Uber, it’s almost here. But thanks.”

Joel nodded. “I’ll leave you alone, then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you replied, suddenly feeling guilty for being harsh with him. He looked like a kicked puppy, a sight you had never thought you would see. When he reached the door of the bar, you let out a sigh and called after him. “Joel, wait. We can try to be friends. I’m sure Sarah would appreciate it if we could get along.”

“You don’t get it, do you? Being friends isn’t enough. I want to take you out on dates, I want to be able to hold you and kiss you whenever I can. I want all of you,” he explained.

Nodding, you bit on your lower lip and thought about what to say. “I can’t give you that. I’m sorry.”

To your surprise, he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll have to learn to live with the idea of being nothing more but friends, huh?” he asked, and you nodded. “All right, let’s give it a shot.”

“My Uber’s here. Bye, Joel.”

You got into the car and stared out the window during the whole ride. He kissed you. Joel kissed you and told you he liked you more than just a friend. It was shocking news and you had trouble wrapping your head around it. When you got out of the shower, you were welcomed by a new message on your phone.

Joel: By the way, I’m sorry for saying what I did the other night. I didn’t know.

You: I never told anyone, don’t worry about it.

Joel: I still feel like shit for making you upset. Just saying.

You put down the phone on the nightstand and decided not to respond. After his confession you didn’t know how to act around him and how to talk to him anymore. He wanted more than you could give him, and even though you were curious if that could even work between you, you didn’t want to risk making things worse.

The next morning you were ready to leave for breakfast, but you were stopped by Sarah who looked like she’d been waiting for you to step out of your apartment. Her ever present bright smile made it clear she was in a good mood, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes that made you think about what was going on.

“We’re having dinner with Dad and Ellie tonight, I thought you should join us,” she said happily.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Is it because of what happened last night?” Your jaw dropped upon hearing this. How in the hell did she know about that? “Dad told Uncle Tommy who called to tell me all about it. Listen, I know it must be weird, but if you spend some time together, you might be able to sort things out. Maybe he would accept that you can’t be more than friends, maybe you’ll realize you want more, too.”

Blowing out the air you didn’t even know you were holding, you thought about what to say. You would be okay with being friends, but knowing Joel, he was only saying he would accept your decision to make sure you didn’t disappear from his life. After about a year of constant malicious comments, it was hard to have a fresh start. You were too drunk to think straight when you said you could try to be friends.

Sarah could see you were unsure. “You don’t want that, right? That’s why you’re hesitating,” she said softly. You nodded. “Too bad, I think you would be great together. But I won’t force you. Have a good day.”

“You too,” you said.

………….

“I tried to talk to her, but it didn't work,” Sarah told her father when she joined him in the kitchen. Her boyfriend was out in the backyard, fixing something to save Joel some time, so she took this time to conspire in secret. “She’s not ready. And let’s be honest, your behavior towards her from the start wasn’t exactly nice.”

Joel rested his forearms on the kitchen island then put his forehead on top of it. “I’m such an idiot. I acted like some stupid kid who pulls the hair of his crush all the time.”

She walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder in support. “Look, maybe she just needs time. Actually, I have a plan. Why don’t we visit Uncle Tommy and Maria in Wyoming?”

“You think some distance would help?” he asked as he glanced over at her.

“No, I think we should convince her to come with us. I know for a fact that Maria has already invited her a few times, but she never had the time to go. Maybe this time she would agree if Uncle Tommy and Maria helped us.”

Joel straightened up and leaned against the kitchen island. “You think that could work?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Oh, she would be uncomfortable the whole time,” Ellie spoke up when she appeared out of nowhere. “I had no idea that’s why you were so rude to her.”

“How long have you been eavesdropping?”

“Long enough to know you asked Sarah to act like it was Uncle Tommy who ratted you out to her,” she replied with a shrug.

He let out a frustrated sigh, having enough of this drama of his. Ellie was right, you would be uncomfortable, and knowing how much Maria disliked him, she certainly wouldn’t support him. Tommy would try, but your bond with his wife was stronger.

Suddenly Ellie stepped in front of him with her hands on her hips. “I never said you shouldn’t give it a shot, you know. Maybe a change of scenery is all she needs. Well, if you’re on your best behavior, of course. Treat her nice, buy her something as a gesture, and maybe go on a double date with Uncle Tommy and Maria without telling her it’s a date,” she suggested.

“She’s right,” Sarah noted with a nod.

Joel let out a sigh. “Fine. I’ll talk to Tommy.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #tlou #the last of us

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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steve/bucky/tony i kinda wanna ask for regency au but let’s do pregnant omega tony and his stupid boys

I did do one for Regency a billion years ago (I think you can find it under both the regency au tag and the 5 head canons tag). I always love stupid boys <3

No one is more surprised than Tony when his test comes back with a second little pink line. He'd thought he'd never be able to have children. His doctor had said he was infertile after Afghanistan, not just from stress but because of secondary internal injuries that hadn't been seen as important as his heart when they'd been operating on him in the cave. Apparently, it was a common misconception that people believed "infertile" was synonymous with "sterile." It was possible to get pregnant, just less likely without medical intervention. Tony was being railed by two super-serumed soldiers on the regular, though, which apparently extended to their sperm count. "It basically counts as medical intervention, doesn't it," his doctors had murmured to each other, as if he could not hear them. So. He's pregnant. He doesn't know who the dad is and quite frankly, he doesn't care. But he does worry how they'll take it. So far they've had a pretty smooth relationship, but mostly because all of their problem-solving consists of 'fuck it out.' Now that he's going to be nauseous all the time and gaining weight and everything, he doubts they'll want to touch him with a ten foot pole, let alone fucking his brains out. But he has to tell them, he supposes, even though he's really not looking forward to them gradually distancing themselves until they can figure out how to co-parent.

"Do you know whose it is?" Steve asks. "It's not even an inch big yet," Tony tells him sternly. "I only found out so early because I have to have checkups after every heat. It'll be three weeks before we can do a DNA test." "Aw," Steve and Bucky sulk, crossing their arms over their chests. Then Steve perks up. "Okay, so. Eight months left to--" "Full-term is forty weeks, nine months left," Tony cuts in. "They always said nine," Bucky says, surprised, then hastily adds, "Not that I'm doubting you, I just didn't expect even pregnancy to change in seventy years--" "Pregnancy and babies have changed a lot," Tony begins. Steve shoulders his way between them, scowling. "Yeah, okay, well, we have time to learn. Great, even! Now we have nine months to prepare." "We?" Tony asks, brows furrowing together in confusion. Steve and Bucky stare at him, then turn to each other and do that thing where they talk to each other with their eyebrows and eyerolls. It takes a few minutes, but then they turn back to him, and Steve firmly says, "Yes, Tony. We. We have nine months to prepare for the baby." "We're all in this together," Bucky adds. "Just because the baby isn't biologically one of ours, we're a team. This is our baby." "...Sure," Tony says dubiously. Somehow, neither Bucky nor Steve look offended by it.

Steve and Bucky jump into research with gusto. Tony has no idea what to think of it, so he doesn't, instead focusing on eating healthy and staying fit. He's older than he'd liked to be for his first (only) baby so he wants to stay on top of his health. He's a little surprised when Steve and Bucky adapt their diets to match his (if with doubled portions), but he figures he appreciates the solidarity, if he allows himself to think about it at all. They get into a deep, deep discussion about the pros and cons of disposable diapers vs cloth diapers. Tony can't even get a word in edgewise as they bicker over liquid absorption in cloth and skin irritation in disposable. Mostly he just waits to see what decision they're going to make. It feels like it's out of his hands. Then they seem to remember he's there, and they ask how he feels about it, and he says, "I'm going to be so tired and gross that I'll just do whatever is easiest." "Oh, we were going to do all the changing," Steve begins, and Bucky proudly adds, "I'm a pro. I changed tons of my sister's diapers," and Tony immediately starts heading toward the bedroom and stripping off his clothes, to their confused delight.

"...Of course we'll have a baby photo shoot," Tony says, bewildered. "I'm famous. We're famous," he corrects after some thought. "I want to put out the first pictures of my child, not have a paparazzo get the scoop." "Oh no, this is a horrifying implication that we didn't consider," Steve answers, putting his head in his hands. Tony stares at him, because this has not clarified anything. He turns his attention to Bucky. "Huh?" "The doctors made it pretty clear that this should be your only baby," Bucky offers hesitantly. "And we thought we should... appreciate every piece of it? So we thought doing some professional photos of you and your bump would be nice." "Oh," Tony says, brows furrowing together. "Um. I guess that sounds okay. Are you sure?" His hands come up to rest on his stomach, palms sliding over his baby bump. "I've got a lot of stretch marks. They're kind of ugly." "Every part of you is beautiful, Tony," Steve scolds. "Do you know how hard it is for me to not lick them? I am constantly exercising restraint." "It's true. He's very annoying when he complains about it," Bucky assures him. Tony raises his eyebrows. "I didn't need convincing. Steve is not subtle when he decides he wants to sketch me." "I'm totally subtle!" Steve exclaims. Tony pulls up his shirt a little. Steve's eyes immediately drop down to his stomach, pupils dilating, fingers twitching before he curls his hands into fists. "Oh my god," Bucky says, stunned, because apparently he'd never noticed before. "IS IT MY FAULT TONY IS SEXY IN ALL FORMS," Steve bellows defensively, and Tony responds, "It's too close to my afternoon nap to get horny, so keep it together. You can sketch me sleeping." Steve punches the air with a cheer. Bucky buries his face in a pillow to try and muffle his laughs. It doesn't work.

Nearer the end of his pregnancy, Tony eschews maternity wear and just puts on one of the alphas' shirts. Everyone, from their fellow Avengers to random people on the street, coo about how sweet and cute it is. Tony has always sort of prickled at the idea that he needs an alpha in his life to be whole, and prickled more at the whispers that he needs an alpha to control him. Not all of his decision to hold off mating was because he couldn't find someone he wanted to settle down with; part of it was also worry that any prospective alpha was holding out to do just that, wait until he was trapped to control him. He doesn't feel that way about Steve and Bucky though. They make him feel... safe. Wanted, even. So sometimes he likes to leave the tower wearing one of their shirts. It gets people to give him space. (And maybe he feels all warm and gooey inside when people gently rib him about it. But that's his business.) Steve and Bucky have never been in more pain in their lives. Tony kicks out of his shoes and pants as soon as he gets home, complaining about his swollen feet and ankles, so he's walking around in nothing but one of their shirts and maybe underwear, because he's complained about the waistband digging in uncomfortably the bigger he's gotten. How in the fuck are they supposed to cope? He's literally never been sexier. They're trying very hard not to be neanderthals about it, but it's difficult when he waddles around the penthouse, smelling of them and himself and baby, wearing nothing but a shirt and cradling his bump. It's a good thing this is his only baby because if they had to deal with this one more time they simply wouldn't let him off his back for ten months. Tony's smug about it when he notices, which makes it worse. He's so attractive when he's smug. It's not fair. (Except the suffering is worth it, when Tony coyly peers over his shoulder at them and lifts the back of his shirt up over the curve of his ass invitingly.)

Bonus: Tony has the baby and Steve cries a lot. He's too scared to hold her so Bucky lets him cradle his hands as he holds her. Tony supervises closely before finally saying, "Well, that was a lot," and promptly falling asleep sitting up. Steve and Bucky gape at him.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #5 headcanons meme #stuckony #omegaverse

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damianbugs · 26 days

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s*mb*cky in retrospect is such a mistake like the one(1) comic everyone clings onto being 😑😒 aside, this pairing (and ship) being shoved together bcuz of fans liking... those 😐🫤actors cracking jokes that are often... weird🙃, just puts a bad taste to it.

But aside from that it'd be one thing if the projects that paired them together were one and done, but no it created a fandom that expects them together and now we get unironic viral tweets about marvel downfall if bucky isn't in the next cap movie, even tho he shouldn't even be required for a cap movie bcuz his character origins have him textually say that he doesn't care for the persona of cap and only shows up in steve's stories bcuz of his connection to him, so he shouldn't even appear in the discussion in the first place and yet

but on top that, then the projects that pair them together also created a mob of samcap vs buckycap (and stevecap) dudebros that complain abt sam not having any powers and bucky going from supersoldier who singlehandedly beat up steve and co in wintersoldier to just a sidekick for a nonpowered sam, which is the worst bcuz i can't even argue fully against that bcuz why did marvel (mis)write Bucky as depowered team muscle filler and also (mis)write him as the "ex evil bad one" and completely miss the point of the wintersoldier and undo the chance for resolution to that plotline

but that's the whole thing with shoving them into a project together for those fans, every discussion becomes v loud and onesided with just a very flat gesturing towards the other side, and that's not even going into how much of the shipperfans are into [redacted] which rlly hammers the point home, so yeah it just leaves an awful aftertaste seeing the aftermath of making a project with them together

hi anon so im not really sure why you've sent this to me, since i can assure u idgaf about marvel comics enough and have never spoken about sambucky on here so... this was certainly a jumpscare.

if u have come here from twitter to send me this well... sorry? i liked mcu sambucky and the comics i read during that hyperfixation... didn't realise there was so much... controversy there... my bad 🧍🏾‍♀️ you're right about the actors though they're some weirdos

im sure this is a really interesting and probably correct perspective (i guess???), but also, anyone who cares about the mcu probably don't care about comic accuracy. sambucky as seen in their movies and shows have become quite different to their comic counterparts (as both characters and their specific dynamic) and both marvel and the fans aren't going to expect that to change. many such cases unfortunately!

not sure how else to respond to this since im not entirely sure this isnt a fever dream. the fact you've censored the ship name is really fucking funny I haven't stopped laughing in ten minutes. made my day xx

#i saw this ask before my nap and when i woke up assumed it was part of my dream #turns out it was real but im still not entirely sure whats going on #remember to pirate all ur marvel content btw !!

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moved-to-satoruswaifu · 4 months

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𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 — a summary of satosera‘s lore.

“ why would anyone help me ? “

Time Manipulation ( 時間操術 Jikan Sōjutsu ) allows the sorcerer to stop time within a specific radius when in possession of a watch. Sera inherited this technique from her mother — however, due to her unstable cursed energy output that she never quite managed to regulate, she struggled to use it. At some point, she decided to try and live a ‘ normal life, ‘ but ended up accidentally injuring two of her classmates who bullied her.

Sera thus left her home and went on the run. She tried to leave Tokyo and escape to another town, but due to choosing a route that required her to use an abandoned train station, she stumbled across a cursed spirit, which attacked her.

Satoru was in the area, and his Six Eyes picked up on Sera’s unique cursed energy. He went to check out what was going on out of sheer curiosity, which ultimately resulted in him saving Sera from the curse and taking her to Jujutsu Tech. The Higher Ups planned on punishing her, however Satoru talked them out of it. Instead, Sera was taken in.

They did not get along all too well, at first. Satoru was low-key annoyed with Sera because she was complaining quite often about her unstable cursed energy and didn't think she'd ever be able to pull off anything. On top of that, she wallowed in self-pity over having lost control herself to the point of injuring people. However, with the help of Yaga-sensei’s teachings, Satoru’s support and Shoko’s patience, Sera slowly managed to get back on track.

Her and Satoru became best friends over time — they realised they understood each other pretty well ( which surprised Satoru, because he felt like Sera could see right through him at times ) and enjoyed spending time together. And after an awful lot of mutual yearning and pining, he confessed to her. ( separate fic coming soon hehe ! )

They trained together and aimed to become teachers. Sera did this because she wanted to aid Satoru in achieving his dream of revolutionising the Jujutsu Society — but also because she found herself growing rather fond of the idea of taking care of the students at Jujutsu Tech. However, because she wasn’t acknowledged by the Higher Ups yet, Sera needed to prove herself first.

After dating for approx. seven years, Satoru proposed to Sera. They got married soon after. ( separate fic for this coming soon, too ! )

During the Night Parade of a hundred demons, which took place a few months later, Sera exorcised 300 curses within ten minutes ( one of them being a special grade ) and thus received a permit to teach — and was also granted the status ‘ special grade sorcerer. ‘

So, both Satoru and Sera work as teachers at Jujutsu Tech in-between going on missions to exorcise curses and keep the people of Japan save. Their lives tend to be rather hectic and chaotic, however both of them still manage to have enough time for themselves and their marriage.

Everything changes when the Shibuya Incident occured; Satoru was sealed away and Sera was on her own, expelled from the Jujutsu Society — but that is a story for another day !

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ They have a height difference of 26cm. Sera is also a lightweight and Satoru just loves to call her his “ (cute) little wife ” and pick her up at all times, and for no reason whatsoever.

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ If I had to sum up the dynamic; it’s basically that one couple who’s always clinging to each other non-stop.

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ Both of them dislike alcohol and have a sweet tooth, however Satoru’s is far worse than Sera’s.

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ They have the same sense of humour and enjoy teasing their co-worker Nanami Kento.

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ They enjoy playing video games together ! Both of them are huge nerds.

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ Sera is a Pokémon Fan and Satoru a Dogimon Fan. They sometimes have harmless arguments about which one is better.

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ Something deep; Satoru feels like Sera is the only one who can understand him and he can be fully himself with and vice versa. Their relationship is built on immense trust.

―୨ ☾ ୧⋆ ˚ Their ship name ‘ infinitetime ‘ as well as their wedding rings are a combination of their cursed techniques: Satoru’s Infinity and Sera’s Time Manipulation

#｡.｡:∞ satosera ; infinitetime ♡*#I DID IIIIIIT #I can’t believe I finally managed to sit down and sum everything up hehe #self ship #self ship writing #self shipping #f/o x s/i #f/o x self insert

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pokidot · 1 year

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KILL BILL - eight

warnings: swearing, lots of arguing, tension wc: 1,358

"Come on, guys..." Kazuha urged desperately in a heavy whisper towards the two frustrated, and very difficult, other co-members in the group. "We can get caught here!"

As they snuck into the venue through one of the opened back doors, the tension was palpable. Kazuha had been checking behind him to make sure the others were there with him the entire time, feeling the imminent stress wrack his body and play it like a fiddle. Even with his straight-laced attitude, he could admit that there was a certain rush he both liked and disliked.

Though the dislike peaked it's head ruthlessly as soon as Kuni stopped, disfavor etched on his face like an itch he was forever scratching. Xiao however, remained impartial as always, eyebrows raising. "Are you going to actually be useful in the next five minutes?"

Kuni's lips pressed into a thin line, his head slowly turning towards Xiao. "Are you going to kiss my ass in the next five minutes?"

Xiao's expression remained, looking away as his tone formed into moderate disgust. "I'll never get paid enough."

"Ha, do we even get paid at this point? Last month, my rent was my entire salary." Heizou chuckled, remaining eye contact with people who walk past to scout on whether they were security, "Which is, really, a commentary on how you shouldn't live in Inazuma."

"Or maybe it's because you spend the rest of your paycheck on board games and animal crackers..." Kazuha sighed out. "We're wasting time..."

Aether was silently wondering what board games Heizou's been buying.

"I'm glad I'm wasting everybody's time here, actually. You know why? Because this is absolutely ridiculous." Kuni's teeth grind together in mirth.

"As you've mentioned for the past..." Xiao checked his watch, "Ten minutes we've taken getting here?"

"Speaking of ten minutes, wow," Aether breathed a soft sigh of exhaustion, his hands pressed on his knees as his back arched. "I never thought this company was huge enough to take more than two."

"Ten minutes I'll never get back again!" Kuni scoffed. "It's so stupid, you guys are so predictable; I know exactly why you all want to see the audition so badly."

"Hey, man, shush...what if they hear us?" Heizou warned, but Kuni feigned ignorance to his words intentionally.

"That freak is coming to it, are they? Did you forewarn Aether and Heizou about this before you started diving head first into oncoming traffic?" His words almost rumbled in his throat with rage, his intense, violet eyes poured into Xiao's. "'Course you didn't, because this was for your own gain. And we got pulled along into it."

"I know you feel threatened by people’s presence, so you have to overcompensate what you feel you deserve so you don’t get stepped on, but not everybody is out to get you. That's something you should keep in mind the next time you try to overstep your boundaries." Xiao hissed.

“Aw, did I hit a nerve?” Kuni said with a sickly sweet bitterness, chilling his throat like it was refreshing to be this infuriating. “It’s okay, you’ll live. Unlike others.”

“Was that really necessary?” Kazuha’s voice was thin with patience.

"Wait, really?" Heizou stopped, eyeing the rest of the group, but he looked more and more impressed the longer he thought about it. "They're auditioning? In their circumstance?"

"So that's who Voldemort was!" Aether's eyes lit up in final revelation. "I was starting to believe that we were talking about the actual one the more you guys were stalling about it. Scary stuff, my biggest fear is seeing a guy without a nose."

"It's definitely not what you think is going to happen." Xiao, above all the members who were hesitant, gave his co-member an equally as clipped stare. "We're not here to encourage them."

"Are you sure?" Kuni's tone was laced with attitude, his head moving with his words as his crossed arms relaxed against his sides. "In that case, I can do ten times of a better job than all of you in that accord. You're really shit at coercing."

"Are you done? This bit is stale now." Xiao said.

"You know what's actually stale, Xiao? Huh?" Kuni gave him kind eyes as soon as a group of younger auditioners walked past, and it was gone again. "Your bit. You and Kazuha are hoping just a tiiiny bit that this little sibling of his will probably be another version of him. It's so painful to watch that it's hilarious."

"That's not true, Kunikuzushi." Kazuha muttered through gritted teeth. "Otherwise, we wouldn't be here trying to take them out."

"But do you really want to take them out of the audition? Is that why we're here? Or is it to test them more?" Kuni found obvious amusement as soon as Kazuha visibly started to look frustrated.

"I'm sure they just want the best for Venti's sibling, Kunes, don't be like that-" Heizou tried to intervene, but his eyes widened as soon as Kazuha shook his head at him. The red haired man sighed, growing equally as agitated as Xiao was.

"There are no tests. They don't belong here with us." Xiao's nostrils flared. "If anything, you should be agreeing. You've had your fair share of mistreatment just relocating here in the first place. Or did you forget?"

"I'm glad you're trying to hit where it hurts. That just proves that I'm right." Kuni however, didn't seem to back down as he walked closer to Xiao, and his voice only became lower with bane infused. "You want to keep bothering his sibling because you can't fill the hole that he left behind without crumbling. So just say that."

Xiao could feel the tension building inside him, like a coiled snake waiting to strike. The anger simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. It was a sensation he knew all too well anyway, but that didn't make it any easier to control. He tried to take a deep breath, to calm his personal uncomfortable state, and slow his racing thoughts. The emotions that were too raw to even fathom correctly, to even express, too powerful to exist to him.

"You guys go watch. I refuse to let someone dictate what I feel about something, especially when that someone is a traitor." Xiao could feel his muscles tensing, his fists clenching. The urge to break through the constraints of his own body, was almost overwhelming. "I'm here to do what I intended. That's all."

Kazuha shot his head over at Xiao, his eyes begging him to stay with the group, but it wasn't enough to phase him. And at this point, the crimson-eyed male wore weak trying. "You'll be alright?"

"Probably not." He replied without missing a beat. His voice drops slightly as an expression almost of melancholy flits across his face, acknowledging the steely resolve once more. His feet picking up towards one of the rooms once he ensured his face mask was on.

Kuni narrows his eyes watching him, patience wearing thin. "Talk to me when you guys actually wise up. I'm going to the auditorium." His voice is soft, but it is clear he is making an effort to keep it that way. There is a hint of anger in the set of his jaw as well as he heads off.

The sounds of people practicing and warming up drifted through the air after that. The other hopefuls bustled about, nervously checking and re-checking their instruments and outfits. Since this audition wasn't as global as the previous they've had, the auditioners were required to be changed by stylists, put on makeup, and have their hair fixed while they wait for their chance to shine among the rest.

The people who were rushing around were practically buzzing with anticipation as they made their way through the backstage area quietly. But for the rest of the group, it was hard for them to unfreeze themselves from the emotional strain that was pushed on them after Xiao and Kuni left them.

"Hey...maybe we should do the same." Heizou patted Kazuha's shoulder, who remained quiet as he nodded.

"Yeah, let's get a move on..." Aether made an attempt to burn through the sickly mark Kuni left them with. "I don't know why they have landscapers out so late at night, but they were staring at me while they were trimming the bushes."

"Is that an innuendo?" Heizou asked.

Aether blinked. "...Who's in the window?" His expression adrift and entirely lost. His aureate eyes narrowed towards one of the above casements in suspicion.

"...Nevermind."

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douwatahima · 4 months

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Oooookay. So I finished my seventh watch through of season 2 yesterday and I finally feel equipped to give my personal ranking of all 18 OFMD episodes. No one asked for this but here it is lol. Also I gave them all a score out of ten and tiered them all by said score because I'm very normal. LET'S GO.

6/10 - These Are Kinda Meh

18. 1x02: A Damned Man - To me, this is the most forgettable episode of the whole show. I mean, it's not awful or anything (it's still OFMD), but I have literally nothing to say about it. It's just kinda there.

17. 2x06: Calypso's Birthday - There's things in this episode I like (everything with Ned Lowe is good imo), but the whole party sequence, which takes up about half the episode, feels so empty to me. At first it didn't bother me that much, but then Samba revealed what the original plan was and knowing that at one point this episode had a plot has made the incredible lack of one we got soooo much more noticeable.

16. 1x03: The Gentleman Pirate - Introduction of Spanish Jackie, Magic Man, Ed and Stede meeting for the first time, there's definitely good stuff here. However, it gets sooooooooo much better than this.

7/10 - Good and Fun, Just Not My Fave

15. 2x07: Man on Fire - There is so much in this episode I like. Ed and Stede having breakfast in bed makes me feel insane. Stede and Zheng fighting ruled so hard. FRENCHIE SCHEMEING WITH THE CREW!!! The biggest thing is that there's so much in this episode that nothing really gets room to breathe. With like…five more minutes this episode could've been peak.

14. 1x06: The Art of Fuckery - This falls under the category of "episodes that are good, but there are others I like way more". The bathtub scene is of course peak, but in a season with some really incredible stuff this episode doesn't particularly stick out to me.

13. 2x04: Fun and Games - Same as the previous episode. I love the whole "Seabird" sequence, Ed and Stede's little heart to heart, and of course Anne and Mary's everything, but there are so many more episodes I love way more.

8/10 - I'm Incredibly Fond of These

12. 1x07: This is Happening - Fun fact I originally had this in the last category but then I remembered the co-captains scene and I knew I had to bump it up lmao. There's soooo much peak OFMD in here. The snake scene! Lucius calling Ed out!!! The previously mentioned co-captains scene!!!!! The only reason this isn't higher is because around my…fifteenth rewatch I found myself kinda getting bored with the Jim's nana subplot (sorry Jim).

11. 1x01: Pilot - OHHHHH I AM SO FOND OF THE PILOT. There's definitely some clunkiness in this episode imo (it is the first one after all), but the feeling I get when I boot up this episode is unparalleled. Frenchie starts singing and my heart soars. Also the entire "High on a Rocky Ledge" sequence is beautiful even all these months later.

10. 1x08: We Gull Way Back - 90% of my love for this episode is that I find Will Arnett very funny. This episode also gave us "The Chain" sequence including the foot touch heard around the world. ALSO ROOM PEOPLE!!! I love this one.

09. 2x01: Impossible Birds - The biggest fault of this episode is that it premiered alongside two of the best episodes of OFMD ever and this one slightly pales in comparison. That being said, it's a very strong season opener. Also, I am personally obsessed with the "Strawberry Letter 23" sequence. AND THE CAKE TOPPERS I CAN'T BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT THE CAKE TOPPERS!!!!!

08. 1x04: Discomfort in a Married State - I AM SOOOOOO FOND OF THIS ONE. The way the first half of the episode parallels Ed/Izzy and Stede/Mary only to spend the second half juxtaposing those two relationships against Ed/Stede? Masterful. The way Ed and Stede's relationship develops so naturally? Beautiful. THE LIGHTHOUSE SCENE? INCREDIBLE. WHAT AN EPISODE!

9/10 - I'm Genuinely Mad These Didn't Make Top 5

07. 2x05: The Curse of the Seafaring Life - The way this episode had me giggling and kicking my feet in real life after I first saw it. There's nothing not to like here. Ed and Fang fishing, Lucius and Pete getting engaged, THE SUIT…all incredible. Not to mention we got "you wear fine things well" version 2.0 with the best kiss in the whole show!

06. 1x05: The Best Revenge is Dressing Well - I love everything about this one. Ed and Stede at the fancy party, Lucius kicking Izzy's ass with the power of polyamory, Frenchie and Olu scamming racists…when I think of quintessential OFMD, this is the episode I think of. And of course the original version of "you wear fine things well" lives within my very soul.

10/10 - I Feel Mentally Ill About These Ones

05. 2x02: Red Flags - To start off, I really liked getting Lucius back and his whole subplot with Stede was really really great. Now that that point's out of the way HOLY SHIT EVERYTHING WITH ED IN THIS EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK. THE SCENE BETWEEN ED AND IZZY IS LITERALLY GOD TIER. ED PAINTED THE BRIDE TO LOOK LIKE HIMSELF AND I STILL HAVEN'T RECOVERED. "RUN FROM ME"? LIKE...IN GENERAL??? CRAZY. AND THEN ED SAYING "FINALLY" WHEN HE GETS THE CREW TO KILL HIM? INSANE. THEY WERE INSANE FOR THIS.

04. 1x09: Act of Grace - I mean, listen. I've talked about this a lot but it bears repeating. Staying up until 2am to watch this episode when it premiered and seeing Ed and Stede ACTUALLY KISS changed me as a person. I am different because I experienced that. Not to mention the rest of this episode is peak. Ed calling for the act of grace, the crew voting Olu as captain, the entire "Perfect Day" sequence, just incredible all around.

03. 2x08: Mermen - God this show can do a good finale. I will never stop being bowled over by how much I love this one. The "Moscow" scene? Sexy as hell. Ed and Stede reuniting and Ed telling Stede he loves him? I've watched it three thousand times. THE LETTER? THEY WROTE THEIR NAMES ON EACH OTHER IN PERMANENT INK!!! Also, even though it's highly controversial to say, I thought Izzy's death scene was very very good. Not to mention the entire last few minutes set to "The Times They Are A-Changin'" makes me feel so incredibly soft. I love OFMD soooooo much.

02. 2x03: The Innkeeper - Listen. If this whole episode sucked but it still included the mermaid scene I would still have it this high. That being said, this whole episode is sooooo incredibly good. The opening sequence with Zheng manipulating the rival captain is so well done. Ed in the gravy basket is crazy from beginning to end. Stede plotting to get the crew to safety is peak Stede and I love it. And somehow, after all of that, the episode also ends with one of the most incredible sequences I have ever seen. Watching a man who thought he was fundamentally unlovable get brought back to life because of how much he's loved while "This Woman's Work" plays in the background will follow me forever. Just…some of the most beautiful shit ever put to film.

1000/10 - THE GOAT NO OTHER NEED APPLY

01. 1x10: Wherever You Go, There You Are - I AM SO SERIOUS WHEN I SAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE EPISODES OF TELEVISION OF ALL TIME. The way Ed and Stede's plots through this episode are juxtaposed against each other makes me feel feral. The way that Stede is so out of place and closed off from his family while Ed is actively healing and bonding with the crew ONLY FOR THESE TWO PLOTS TO FLIP WHEN THEY EACH TALK TO THE PERSON WHO REPRESENTED A NONFUNCTIONING RELATIONSHIP TO THEM ALL THE WAY BACK IN EPISODE FOUR! THE WAY MARY AND STEDE GETTING TO TALK AND BE HONEST AND LET EACH OTHER GO ALLOWS STEDE TO FINALLY GROW AND BE HAPPY WHILE IZZY HANGING ON TO THAT TOXIC RELATIONSHIP WITH ALL OF HIS MIGHT AND NOT LETTING ED GROW AND CHANGE WITHOUT HIM FORCES ED BACK INTO THE PITS OF DESPAIR!!! The entire "Avalanche" sequence breaks my heart in the absolute best way and seeing Ed do all this terrible shit with no more spark left in his usually super expressive eyes hurts so good! And then, of course, there's my favourite part of all. Seeing Stede, a man who has been so lost and unmoored, row out into the ocean looking more settled than we've ever seen him while Mary says he's now free and that freedom coming completely from Stede realizing he's in love with another man is something that feels so personally assuring to me I can't even fully express it. The entire "Miles from Nowhere" sequence is incredible to me (and to this day that song is thee OFMD needle drop in my opinion) but that part especially is my favourite thing this show has ever given me hands down. Thank you David Jenkins for my life.

#tv: our flag means death #ofmd #long post #saw people doing this weeks ago and wanted to join in but i wanted to do a couple more watch throughs first so you're getting this now lol

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