#You're just jealous because I'm awesome.

[dilf-docs]

Call It What You Want

husband!pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: you and pedro are married, but you've kept it a secret up to the point you sometimes forget there's supposed to be a golden band on your finger. but then you both get cast in your first movie together. the chemistry is off the charts, and it starts to catch upon you: will the lines between shipping and reality finally blur?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (ñom), smut, dry humping, oral (m. receiving) while pedro wears the skirt™️ (welcome to another episode of the writer's barely disguised fetish), p. in v., teeny bit of angst because i malfunction if i don't bring sad vibes to the function, the worst ever attempt of comedy witnessed by human kind, they're so down bad it hurts, jealous!reader, possesive!pedro, reader speaks spanish and may or may not have direct/indirect latino blood somewhere, use of spanglish but no translations ☹️ (boo go do your homework, citizens. that's what u get for making my dieter bravo fic flop BYE), i transcripted two real interviews for this so keep those likes, reblogs and comments up in the air where i can see 'em 🪓🪓

word count: 11,706 words

side note: hello! this is me, sliding my cv to become president of the pedro pascal fics. i'm kidding, just on duty to fulfill another request 🫡 believe it or not, i envisioned something like this but for myself IJBOL we have to keep the delusional levels UP!! i hope this meets ur expectations, it was fun to write :)

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"Please welcome, the internet's newest darling, Y/n L/n!"

You walk into the set, cameras flashing bright and the band playing on the back. You hug Jimmy Fallon, and when he notices your body trembling he tells you everything will be alright. So did your manager before you stepped inside, but you can't help the nerves. You've never been this big before, and now it's all coming down together without letting you breath.

You take your seat and so does Jimmy.

"Hello, Y/n. This is your first time here, right?"

"Am I being too obvious?" you snort. The crowd laughs with you.

"Don't worry. It happens, especially when you're so young"

"Oh, please" you blush. "I can promise you there are kid actors who could handle this better than I am right now"

"Kid stars?" he lets out one of his famous cackles. "No need to be humble. You are great! Let's just talk about the year you've had: big breakout roles, ascend to fame, you're rocking it!" the crowd cheers, and you again turn into a flustered mess.

"Yeah, I suppose. It's hard to dimension when you've started as an extra for popular shows, to now being, you know, the main face of projects. But I could get used to it" you smile, "it's been a dream. I still can't believe it sometimes, look- I'm shaking"

The camera pans closer to the hand you're showing to Jimmy.

"Oh my God, even big stars like you get nervous"

"Big star? I wish I could feel like a constellation. I'm feeling more like a red dwarf star, baby"

The whole place bubbles in laughter. You feel better, your manager even giving you a thumbs up from behind the cameras.

"So, Y/n" Jimmy says once the laughter dies. "You just got casted in the upcoming Gladiator II movie, directed by Ridley Scott. How does it feel to be on your first big movie, alongside names like Paul Mescal, Denzel Washington and Pedro Pascal?"

You try to steady your heartbeat. "First of all, I have to say, it's such an honor to work with Scott. I grew up watching his movies. Like, Thelma and Louis is definitely my go-to movie. So, like, getting paired with such a talented cast is as awesome as terrifying" you answer with a laugh.

"Talking about that, you see" he leans closer, like he'll tell a secret. "I've heard things about you and a certain future co-star of yours"

You shift your position on the couch, your ring(less) finger itching. You have to avoid breathing in relief when Jimmy pulls out a picture.

"Oh. My. God"

He stiffles a laugh. No way. Has the room's temperature suddenly gotten hotter? Why is your face burning?

"Will you tell us the story behind this?" he asks, the camera focusing on the picture in question. The audience laughs, and you pray to God this is a nightmare, because it's too much embarrasment for a human to bear.

"Okay" you clear your throat, coughing awkwardly. "For my 25th birthday, I uploaded a bunch of pictures on Instagram, including ones where I was a teenager" you begin to giggle, "So. Um, there was this one, you see, that's, me, in my childhood home's bedroom, and my fans were quick to notice the poster above my bed"

"You mean, this one?" and Jimmy points it out. You cover your face with your palms. "It's a... Narcos poster" the audience laughs as you get redder. "A Pedro Pascal's Narcos poster"

"I know" you groan. "Picture this: me 18, and while my friends had posters of their favorite bands and artists, I was so different because I had a whole ass poster of a crime drama show about the world's most famous drug dealer on my bedroom" you recall with a laugh. "It was hard to explain to my mom. I believe she thought I wanted to sign for the DEA or something. When I told her I was going to be an actress, she was so relieved! She said: Oh, well. You'll die, but of hunger! Not a bullet in your head, at least"

"Oh. I'm so sorry. You proved her wrong though!"

"I did! Don't worry, Jimmy. She's my biggest fan now" you look at a specific camera before saying, "Te amo mami!"

"I see you speak spanish. I sometimes forget" he comments. "You've got one thing in common with Pedro, it seems. Think that'll make working with him less awkward?"

"I just hope he forgives me or I'm capable of moving out of the country and changing names" you giggle. "Pedro, lo siento!"

"Well, that's Y/n L/n, everyone! Pedro Pascal's number one fan" you burst out laughing in shame. "More on her lastest movie after the break"

mandoshoney: tell me i'm not the only one who started shipping pedro pascal and y/n l/n PLEASE can't wait to get content of them interacting ㅤㅤann-gell: mandoshoney y/n's pedro pascal's controversially young gf era starts now! i wonder how the press tour for #gladiatorII will go 🤔 unhing3dprincess: i bet my grandma they are dating ㅤㅤstarlightt180: unhing3dprincess ptwt can never tweet like normal ppl…wdym you're betting your grandma?!!!?

You were never a fan of secrets.

But then Pedro waltzed into your life with his charming smile and iconic mustache, and before you knew it, you had married him off in some church in California one random sunday morning ("I love you so much, can't wait to marry you, cariño" "If you can't wait any longer, why not now?")

Flash forward, four years later, and you'd think such event would be plastered all over the internet. But there is a reason why only you, family, a selected number of friends and your agents knew: you kept it a secret.

To the world, he was Chile's most elegible bachelor and you were a young rising star. The public loved both of you for the same reasons: charming persona and acting skills. Yet inside the privacy of your home, he was Pedro and you were y/n, wife and husband; he was yours as you were his.

And of course, no marriage is perfect, and your first real challenge is rather funny: you both get casted in your first movie together.

It shouldn't be hard, but it is. Being inside the Gladiator II set during seven months, so far away yet so close at the same time, was torture. You were Rome's empress and he's Marcus Acacius, yet behind the scenes, the actual married couple were you both.

It was hard to pretend you didn't know what he looked like without clothes when he wore his bathing suit, or that you didn't know his favorite food when Paul asked, or acting like you weren't interested in dating when a local in Malta during your trip at the beach asked you out (he didn't know who you were. You were flattered when he called you pretty in such a hot European accent, but then Pedro appeared from seemingly "nowhere" and you remembered what your real favorite accent was. He immediately called you bonita after that)

It was so hard to keep hands to yourself when he walked by you, covered in fake blood. To not think about licking it all over and under his armour. So was to pretend the thought of dry humping him with his Roman skirt on wasn't tempting. Or that the urge to kiss him got harder and harder to fight each passing day, even getting to a point where you would envy Connie for being able to kiss your husband in the open more, a privilege you didn't have.

You were loosing your mental health here. But Pedro was no better.

It was so hard to see you, the Moroccan sun shining over your features like you were an angel. Otherworldly. That he'd see red when you'd finish filming a scene with Joseph, forcing himself to interrupt the small chat you'd engage in after. He too couldn't keep pretending he didn't want to tear off those silk dresses out of your body, and kiss you out in the open like Joseph did.

He almost failed once, cornering you in the hallway of the hotel you were staying. His hot breath lingered on your neck. I miss you, he had said. You felt his hard brush the inner of your thigh. We can't, you whispered in a dragged out voice.

It was hard.

So you gave him your used panties, and you swear you could hear him jacking off in the bathroom of his room, next to yours. He'd screamed your name, and your hand had found it's way to your dripping cunt, doing what he was supposed to do; touching you the way he did. And you came, drowned out moans against your pillow. But it wasn't like when he did it.

But God has heard your prayers.

For the first time in weeks, you're lucky. You find Pedro sitting alone in the cafeteria, his phone in hand. He's still wearing his armour and skirt, not bothering to change for the break. You aren't God's strongest soldier, but you're trying not to go down on him so badly right here and now.

"Hey" he raises his head when he hears your voice, smile adoringly. It only grows wider when he notices you alone. "Thought you'd never get rid of Paul. He's like, stitched to you"

"Same can be said about you and Joseph" you sit across him, and despite most of his tone being playful, there are still hints of jealousy behind. It arouses you deeply, and with this hot summer day above you, your skin isn't the only thing that's getting sticky.

"In case you haven't read the script, I'm his wife" you wink. "Sorry this is how you find out"

He laughs loudly, and God, how have you missed that laugh. Sure, it's been there when you've been out with the cast together, but it doesn't tingle your chest as when you're the cause of it; it feels like it's for you only, and that's what makes it special.

"I miss you so much" he whispers, his hand sliding across the table, finding yours. His thumb carresses your soft palm, and you melt under Pedro's tender touch.

"I do too" you sigh, but it's instantly replaced by what could only be described as a smug face. You lean closer, whispering on his ear, the warm meeting cold. He shivers. "Wanna know something?"

"I'm all ears"

"I just came back from walking. Guess what?No one is 'round here" you lean back against your chair, shit-eating grin on your face as all his body tenses up. "Made sure of it. The trailer zone is empty too"

Pedro gulps, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes look at you.

"Y/n" calling your name as a warning.

"What? Can't a girl find ways to have her husband all for herself?" you snort. "Please say yes" you let go of his hand, but the free fingers now travel across his broad chest, taunting him. "C'mon, we both deserve a break"

He can't say deny you anything, can he? You know it, he knows it.

Before you register, his big hand engulfs yours as you run across the set. You giggle at his rushed steps, even more when you stand before his trailer and he's fumbling his slippery hands with the doorknob, sloppy movements erratic.

"But you told me to stop" you tease, and he doesn't even let you add more because he's pushing you inside, forcing you with rough calloused hands to a chair and then you to sit over his lap.

"Fuck, babygirl. I've spoiled you way too much" he groans against your lips. "Lo sabes, ¿verdad? Just can't say no to you"

Your eyes darken dangerously, the hunger on them mirroring his own.

"How could you ever say no to this?"

You press your chest against his broad one as your lip bites into his lower one, teasing. Pedro feels his underwear getting tighter when your tongue finds its way inside his mouth, even getting a glimpse of the taste of the strawberries you had earlier before.

He deepens the kiss, and when you pull away to catch your breath, he doesn't waste his lonely mouth and busies himself with the task of kissing your sun-kissed neck, licking and pressing his lips under your jaw. Pedro goes even lower, down until he's reached your collarbone, making you groan a bit under his wet sloppy needy mouth. He's enjoying how putty you are under his intense kissing, fingers in his curls, that have begun to damp under the ablaze of the small space and pleasure that fills the air.

"Kiss me again in my lips" you whine after a while of him teasing you with kisses that get only rougher. "Pretty please, papi"

You cup his face in your hands, and Pedro's back to kissing you in the mouth, tasting all of your insides as he hasn't had in what feels like a lifetime.

"Of course, baby. Missed this pretty mouth" he mumbles in between hot kisses, his now growing boner pressing into you.

"Baby" you giggle. The skirt he's got on may hide it, but your fingers refused to wait, pulling it up. His bulge presses against the shorts he's got under the skirt, and you can feel your pussy and mouth drool. "We have to do something about this big boy" your hands pull down the short, leaving just his underwear on. He's about to remove the skirt, but your demanding hands stops him. "This stays"

His brown concerned eyes make you laugh, but you don't give him time to think about it, rather grinding against his erection. Pedro's breath hitches when he feels your daring movements, bucking his hips against yours.

The friction is addicting, and he captures your lips once again to make you feel what he can't with words: how fucking good this feels.

You keep moving over his aching dick. Your husband throws his head back, groaning in pleasure at the way your hips move against him, knowingly. His hands find their way to your ass under the flowy almost translucent skirt you chose to change in, gripping the rosy skin tightly, hands almost covering all of it.

"You wore this for me, right, cariño? Knew I couldn't say no" he groans, firm hands on your cheeks, the grinding meeting his hips now harsher. "Less with you walking around with this slutty skirt of yours"

You make little sounds he's obssesed with, dripping out of your filthy mouth.

"Fuck" Pedro groans after a while, "I need to have you, mami. Missed you so much" eager fingers make it to your top. He growls, deep within him―guttural, ready to pull it off as he mumbles naughty wife when he realizes you got no bra on, chastising you for a "rushed" plan that seemed planned all along, when a sound cuts through the air.

You both stop.

The sound gets clearer.

It's a knock. A knock at his door.

A knock in Pedro's trailer.

And you are inside. Both.

While you're grinding him.

With his skirt on.

(It's time to build a bomb and kill yourselves off and whoever is stading behind that door)

"Pedro!" a familiar accent calls. Peudrou. It's Paul. "Hey, man. Just wondering if you are here"

He's debating on speaking up when he sees your red face and rising-falling chest before him.

"Answer" you whisper breathlessly. He tries not to groan when he fills you slip out of the spot in his middle while also trying not to think about murdering Paul as soon as he gets out.

Aside from the order, you're unexpectedly quiet, and Pedro quirks an eyebrow at you. He knows you better―you're his wife after all, and if there's something he's aware of, is your inability to loose.

"I'm here" tone clipped and annoyed. But no footsteps backtracking are heard: the Irish man is still there.

You bite your lip, watching the skirt with his legs spread, a sight too tempting. Also, he was still hard, as hard as the task to not go and keep doing your job.

Oh, fuck this shit.

Your devilish hand equals the grin in your face, fingers making their way toward his unattended bulge.

"What are you doing here?" Paul asks, but Pedro's attention has completely deviated, now focused on how they land right over his clothed dick, skirt pulled up by your other hand. "I thought you were at the cafeteria"

"Yeah?" but it comes out strained, yet the younger man doesn't notice or comment.

His hips raise when your fingers press his member, massaging it.

"Yeah" he uses a tone that equals a duh. "You texted me yourself"

Pedro rolls his eyes, wishing desperately he would go away, annoying him just as much as a fly hovering above fresh food. Talking about food, fuck, weren't you hungry? He tried to warn you, holding your wrist, but all resolve was lost the moment you looked in his eyes: he immediately pulled down his briefs, dick sprouting hard.

"Well, changed my mind" his tone falters in between words, member now free from the confines of his tight underwear.

"Are you tired, man? You sound tired" Paul comments on his tone. "Came to rest?"

You spit on your hand, and he gulps.

"Somethin' like that"

You start to jerk him off, leaving little wet kisses and licks just above his dick. Pedro's eyes are hypnotized, glued to every lick of yours across his girth, the spit making your movements smoother. Sexier. Fuck.

"Well, sorry to break it to you but rest time is over. They want us back on set now"

Your tight needy lips are wrapped around his his length and it's so hard to keep the talk normal when he justs wants to yell at Paul to fuck off. Your hand is there too; you are as of help as much as you aren't.

"I'll be there, Paul, just―Fuck!"

But his attempt to cover a moan doesn't go unnoticed.

"Are you alright in there?" he tries to enter, but Pedro locked the door. He's yelling he's fine, but Mescal doesn't sound convinced. "I can't go inside; it's locked. Are you sure you are okay, mate?"

"Didn't want you to take a picture of me drooling on my sleep" he manages to get out in a monotone voice. A real win if you take into account you've gotten to a point where you squeeze under his cock, massaging his balls.

"Smart move!" he chuckles from outside. "I guess I'll see you there"

Pedro covers a moan with his palm as he's throwing his head back in pleasure. He can feel his orgams looming over, minstrations growing sloppier around his pulsating cock, the need to fill your greedy evil mouth with his seed making him sick. He's a simple man: he just wants his pretty wife to fuck his cock silly and come in her mouth in peace. Is that so hard to get this days?

Paul seems to be finally gone as Pedro can't keep containing his grunts anymore, steps moving: until said steps sound closer again.

"Oh, I almost forgot, have you seen Y/n? I can't find her anywhere" it's coming. His orgasm is coming in the absolute worst moment. He can feel you gagging at his hard rock cock, hitting the back of your throat now. Still, your hands don't loose their grip on his cock and skirt, determination filling that sexy little body of yours. It was rather admirable the effort you were putting in this. "Think she went to the beach? She said she loved it. God, that little rebel. Anyway, if you see her, tell her-"

He leans his head back once again, seeing stars. No one knows him like his wife, truly.

The sight of you drooling from your chin, the wet sounds of him fucking himself onto your mouth as your spit-coated fingers pump his girth, you gulping down the precum from his tip, his fingers holding your face roughly by the cheeks...

"Yes, Paul, yes!" Pedro barks, barely hiding the moan that erupts from his ribcage, thick shots of his hot cum hitting your tongue and deep of the throath. "Fuck off and let me get ready"

"Jesus, mate, chill. I'm sorry. See you there"

And Paul Mescal's hovering fly ass is finally gone.

"Poor Paul" you say as soon as you pull off his length, voice raspy as you huff for air. Pedro lovingly cleans rests of your saliva and his cum from your chin as he chuckles at how much audacity, courage and horniness could fit in such a small young body. "You've ruined the friendship"

"You think?" he licks off some as you sit on his lap again, tongue directly on your face. You feel aroused again, but time's up. "It's your fault. That and this"

He points down.

"Just as you used that pretty head of yours to think of the trouble you just made, think of an excuse for Mr. Ridley about the skirt"

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"You know what I think would be fun?" Pedro comments while you wait for the interview's set to be prepared.

Tour press has finally begun. That meant you could go home for a while after the filming wrapped, just to be back for the promotion of the film. You were excited of course, the experience new and thrilling. After much needed battery recharging and husband/wife time, you were ready to take over the world.

But then Paul got sick.

Today's interview was scheduled to be him and Pedro, but since he was unavailable, they paired him with you, since you both spoke Spanish (which felt slightly racist in your opinion), and because Fred and Joseph were already paired up for the other.

You leave your coffee, knowing he's about to say something stupid or endearing, perhaps both, brown liquid probably spilling out of your mouth. Or worst, nostrils.

"Tell me"

"What if we left little hints that we're together?" his smile is one of mischief. "Like you could wear my cap, or I could wear a chain with your initial around my neck, like Ryan Gosling did at the Barbie premiere"

"Or as Taylor Swift sang" you counter. "But Pedro, dear, you're underestimating our fans. You don't think they'll match it sooner than we think?"

"Maybe" he agrees. That's just what I want. "What's funny is we're about to do a type of interview where we could blow our cover"

"Maybe" you repeat, "or maybe you don't know all about me as much as you think, Mr. Pascal"

He fake gasps, feigning hurt. "Is this a dare, Mrs. Pascal?"

"No" you try to be mature for once, cutting the banter as much as you'd like to go on and kiss him right there. "Also, remember to answer incorrectly sometimes, you know..."

"There's no way I'm letting you win though"

"Pedro, no seas necio!"

The producers arrive just in time to let you know it's ready.

"After M'lady" he's back to being charming as he is, not as husband charming but just Pedro Pascal charming. The nerve of this guy to do it in front of the LADbible crew.

"Whatever" you grumble, the nerves getting the best of you as you realize this interview may or may not give away more than you've been allowed before.

"Hello, I am Y/n L/n" you present yourself. Wow, the camera is really close. This isn't going to end well.

"And I'm Pedro Pascal"

Hearing his voice soothes you. It's okay, y/n, you got this. "And this is Do You Really Know Me- No wait, it's do you even know me. Okay, let's start again: Hello, I'm Y/n and this is-"

"I don't even know anymore" Pedro jokes, making you laugh. "Do you even know me?" he asks while looking forward, now making the crew laugh.

"This is Pedro Pascal, that'll do" you sigh.

"This is gonna be sad, she's not going to know any of these" he says, but in reality, he's mocking you, the mischief in his eyes glowing as he only looks at you tauntingly.

"Same can be said about you" you tease, "we're like a million years away"

"That's not true!" he gasps, "I watch your every move" punctuating each word. God, you try not to make a face. "I have Google alerts on you"

If he was gonna play, so were you.

"Glad to know I have you alerted" with the sweetest voice ever, seeing how his friendly façade falters for a bit at the tone you've used. You laugh, and Pedro takes the chance to laugh it off too.

After the introduction, they ask one of you to keep score, and you offer yourself because, well, you don't trust Pedro.

"I'll go first" you say. "Which was my first ever role in the industry? As an extra during an episode of Stranger Things, as a voice actor in A dog's purpose" you can't help but laugh, "or as a back-up dancer in Hustlers?"

"In Hustlers?" Pedro inquires in disbelief. "You're telling me you were in Hustlers?! I didn't even know you could dance!"

Lies. You and Pedro sometimes put some bachata and dance in the kitchen. God bless Juan Luis Guerra.

"Jennifer Lopez and I are practically besties" you answer nonchalant.

You know the answer. He does too. But he chooses the last one for comedic purposes.

"I'll go with Hustlers. Now that I'm looking at you, you do have a... dancer face"

"It's okay, you can say the forbidden word. I'll take it as a compliment" you laugh, "you're wrong, though. The answer is Stranger Things"

"No way!" and it sounds as if he genuinely didn't know. Good lying son of a bitch; Jim Carrey on Liar, Liar would've been proud.

"Yes. If you look in the background of season two, on this one episode where Nancy and Steve appear to have broken up during a halloween party, you can see me drinking from a cup on a corner"

"That's so crazy"

"Yeah, I was twenty already, yet playing a highschooler" you giggle. "Wow, time flies by. Anyway, we're both at zero. Your turn"

"What film did my dad not let me see at the cinema when I was, uh, ten years old?" Pedro reads from his card. "Rambo: first blood, The Breakfast Club, Day of The Dead"

"I'm going to base this in the year you were born. Okay, so 1975. Let's see" one of the things Pedro loves about you is that you're like a film encyclopedia, but right now, that'll cost him a point. "They all came out the same year, and they were also R rated. Hmmh, I'll choose The Breakfast Club"

Your analysis was just mindless bragging really. You knew the answer the moment he started reading the question, because the anecdote came during a time he heard you listening to the movie's soundtrack ("Did you know that my dad...")

"You complain about Paul all the time, but you're just the same" he comments. "She's a real competitor, people!"

You flush in embarrasment. "Okay, that's one for me. Next question" you read the card in your hands. "What pet do I own? An orange cat named Louis after my favorite singer, a fish, or a Shih Tzu named after my brother"

The orange cat lives with you both. You're curious as to how he'll answer.

"You aren't naming a Shih Tzu frickin' Fernando" he laughs, so loud, it ends up catching up to you and the crew. "I'll go with the cat"

"That's correct" you lament. "How would you know?"

As if the damn cat doesn't love him more than he loves you.

"I follow you on Instagram" he defends himself. Clever. "We are, um, what do you call it-"

"Oomfs"

"I'm not gonna try to pronounce your made up language. Okay, my turn. Which of these characters I've played in Saturday Night Live? Naughty daddy, protective mom, or weird uncle who has a creepy sneeze" he reads out loud in a confused tone.

This is easy. It was all over your timeline.

"Protective mom" you answer on a beat.

"This isn't fair, that was really popular!" he complains.

"It's still two for me and one for you" you mock. "Now, what is the nickname the internet has given me? I won't give you clues because it's an easy one"

"Easy? You said we were million of years apart and now I'm supposed to know?"

"Well, you seem to manage Instagram so I think you'll be just fine" you tease, and Pedro just wants to rip that smirk off of you. So he caves in first.

"It's people's princess"

"What?!" your eyes grow comically large, shimmering with betrayal as you shout with an incredulous tone. "I can't believe you know" more like can't believe you said it.

"You're royalty! How am I supposed to not know that, internet darling? Besides, told you: I keep my eye on you" and he winks.

This motherfucker. Oh, he's totally sleeping on the couch tonight.

"Talk about internet darlings" your snarky tone comes out, and Pedro knows he's pissed his competitive wife off. "I guess we have a tie. Your turn"

"What are the initials of my full name?" his brows furrow. "I forget. JBPP, JPBP, JBPP"

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite. "B, of course"

"But that's too easy, everyone with Google knows it!" but then he's leaning into your ear, whispering in a very low voice to make sure only you hear. "I'll let it pass, though. Love hearing you pronounce my name, mami"

Your face grows obscenely red. "I'm back ahead. Let's see if you can keep up. Okay, here it goes" you read the card, "what is the director I've stated I want to work with? Greta Gerwig, Pedro Almodóvar, or Quentin Tarantino"

"Pedro Almodóvar, no? You said you were jealous I had already worked with him" he playfully nudges you. Too much contact, face hot again. Maybe in group interviews you'll do better, because right now, you're doing a rather poor job at controlling yourself, even as an actor; you can already picture your agent pulling her hair behind the cameras.

"It's Greta Gerwig, actually"

"What?! No way, you told me this!" he grumbles. "This game is rigged"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm still jealous. I just think working with Greta Gerwig is peak womanhood, and I gotta live that. So, Greta, if for some reason this silly video gets to you, call me. I promise I'm not that childish"

"She is" Pedro slips in, "don't call her. So unprofessional" in a mocking exaggerated tone.

"Whatever, you sore looser. Me three, you two. Next!"

"Fine. Which of these songs would I have played at my funeral? My Heart Will Go On, Purple Rain, Nothing Compares To You"

He looks at you, silently pleading you to not answer correctly. Your competitive side screams in agony.

"I have no idea. Why do I feel you've already said it somewhere, though? I'll go with Nothing Compares To You, because the first its too corny for you and the second too epic"

He scoffs, amused at the fact that you did obey, but at what cost? Pedro's well aware his princess can get as competitive, if not worse, than Paul.

"You're saying I'm not epic enough for Purple Rain? Too bad, because that's the answer" you grunt, crossing your arms. "That's right, I am cool enough to have it played. I guess we're tied again!"

"No, you don't loose a point. It's still three to two. This just gives you the opportunity to tie"

"W-wait a minute"

"Settle down" you pat his thigh, "you can still try, handsome"

He gulps when your hand meets his skin, despite the layer of clothes. It's still something that gets him on edge, no matter the years you've known each other. And handsome? You came here for blood.

"Okay, here's your chance: what image of me became trending topic on twitter? An image of me eating a typical dish from my country, an image of me watching Deadpool and Wolverine with glasses while Hugh Jackman's shirtless scene reflects on them or C, me meeting Taylor Swift at the backstage of the Eras Tour"

"The typical dish is tempting" he muses out loud, "but I'll go with the Taylor Swift one because that sounds like something that'd trend"

"You're right" you throw your card. "I'm not complaining though. Best day of my life"

"Does this mean I'm winning?" he beams excitedly. "Oh, in your face Paul! I will finally win something!"

"Slow down, cowboy. There's still some left"

He purses his lips. "Let me have this one thing, would you? Guess not. Here it comes" he starts to read his card, "At school I competed in state competitions, in which sport? Soccer, lacrosse, swimming"

"Swimming" you answer hastily, trying not to think on Pedro wearing tight little swimsuits, as you've only seen him wearing swim trunks.

"Okay, that's dissapointing. Please continue"

"I participated in which play while I was in highschool? Hamlet, The Iliad or Much Ado About Nothing"

You doubt he remembers. The only time it ever came up, was when you visited your parent's house and a photography of you during said play was showed to him by your dad.

"The Iliad, right?" you laugh. The answer is wrong: It's Hamlet. "What? I swear it was that one! It's just you have very..." beautiful is at the tip of his tongue but he refrains himself, "...very greek features"

You can't help but laugh.

"Why of course! This is a face people go to war for"

"I agree" your heart skips a beat, "but I don't think I'll make it that far, if we talk about a war"

"You big fat liar!" you slap his arm playfully. "You've played all sort of characters, from soldiers of all nationalities and places, and like, superheroes, f*****g Joel Miller, even a DEA agent. You at least learned something!"

"Wow, slow down, this isn't a filmography recount" he jokes. Liar, you mouth to the cameras. "Okay, last one: I became a viral sensation for eating what type of sandwhich in LADbible's snack wars: BLT, PB&J, grilled cheese"

You remember the video fondly. Even your brother had sent it to you, along a text that said: Isn´t this your husband?

"PB&J, I win!" you cheer, instantly getting off the chair to do a celebratory dance. Pedro doesn't say anything, just throwing the cards away while the fondness of his eyes betrays him.

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"Hello, I'm Paul Mescal. I'm here with my friends from the cast of Gladiator II" Connie and you both raise your palms to greet the camera, laughing when you realize you'd done it at the same time, "and we are going to play a game about how well we know each other for Vanity Fair" the irish man introduces the interview you're filming today.

"Did they prompt you?" Pedro speaks up, "or did you just make that up on the fly?"

You laugh a bit too loud, hoping they cut it off in the editing process.

Paul goes first, taking up a card with the first question written on it.

"Okay. Question: What's my least favorite day of the week?"

"Tuesday" answers Joseph once Paul is done reading. "Oh, you're writing it down?"

"Yeah" he answers.

"You just wrote Tuesday" Connie points out, Paul's card on his legs. You laugh along the rest.

"Yeah" he repeats laughing. "I actually, when you said Tuesday" Yeah, he said Tuesday Pedro adds on the background of laughter. "I was like...I'm gonna give everybody a point for that"

"I think I deserve a point for being observant" Connie complains.

Everyone gets a point and Paul moves towards the next question.

"What was the name of my character in Normal People?"

"Connell" both you and Joseph answer, looking at each other before squinting your eyes playfully.

"Callum" Pedro answers out loud at the same time, and you laugh. He clearly had slept when you played it for a re-watch last summer.

"No, you're out" Paul pokes Pedro next to him.

"Connel" Joseph repeats, and Fred agrees to the same answer.

Paul then asks Connie what's hers after he confirms you three.

"Connor?" she asks, confused.

"Incorrect. Three points" while pointing you three.

"You got wrong" he tells Pedro, "Callum's a different character"

"See? You just don't pay attention when you watch things" you blurt out, stopping yourself before adding the with me. It would be harder to come back from that, but so is this as everyone looks at you, even your husband, subtle panic in his eyes. Where the cameras this close? How long had you been silent?

"It's just, quick funny story" you improvise. "Pedro didn't know much about Paul's career, and as I am a fan, I took the time to show him and recommend him your stuff" Paul smiles. "Clearly, my fanatism didn't rub on Pedro but a girl can try"

He laughs, before saying "So the answer is Connell" and you try so hard to remain normal like the energy hasn't shifted.

"He only plays characters with the letter C in the name" Pedro jokes, chewing on a toothstick he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. More laughs follow, and you are so grateful for how he's handling your little metida de patada.

"What's number one on my bucket list?" he asks next, "and don't look at my answer"

The marker is the only sound to be heard, and then Pedro jokingly tries to take a peek.

"No peeking" Connie berates as Pedro laughs.

"You're not gonna be able to see that" Paul replies in an anyways tone.

You repeat the same joke, before Fred blocks you. "Not you too!"

Paul finishes after a while, Connie commenting it was long. Joseph raises his hand.

"Yes, Joseph"

"Is it to see the Great Wall of China?" he asks.

"No, but it's in that-"

"It's close, isn't it?" you interrupt.

"...family of thought" he finishes.

"It's to go and see something" Pedro points out.

"Okay. Rajasthan" tries Connie. "Go to Rajasthan, for a tour"

"Travel to South America" Paul interrupts with the correct answer, "I've never been to South America"

"I'm from South America" Pedro comments, never missing a chance to shout out his dear Chile.

Paul jokes about him getting three points while the rest of you laugh.

"I was born in South America. 17 points for Pedro"

"I want points too" you jump on the joke. "I know Spanish, so I can take you there and avoid you getting lost, mi querido amigo"

"But who was born there?" Pedro counters, "you get no points"

"I think Joseph is the only person who gets a point there" Paul adds, "because everybody just jumped on the bandwagon"

"He said to visit the Great Wall of China" Pedro protests, "which is nowhere near South America"

"It really is not" Connie agrees.

"Qué gente tan tramposa" you complain. "That's unfair. I remove my offer"

"Think about bucket list, and he came up with travel to bit" he tries to reason Joseph's point.

"And by the way, where in South America?" Pedro questions.

"Don't fight, don't fight" pleads Joseph, the calm one. Fred just sits there, enjoying the chaos.

"I want, any, I want to do a big tour of everywhere" Mescal defends himself.

Pedro doesn't back down. "'Cause it's very different"

Paul starts to get angry too. Jesus, men. Competitive men of it all.

"I know it's very different" making an annoyed face.

"Well, different is nice" you intervene, a hand placing in Pedro's left shoulder. "If you stop giving points for free, I'll come with you to the big everywhere tour"

"Alright" Paul agrees. "When's my birthday?" is the next question.

"February" all of you say.

Joseph struggles with the date first, saying seventh, then fourth. Fred tries with ninth, Pedro with eight, and then Joseph starts counting from one to two. Fred counts from eleven to twelve.

"Second" Mescal reveals. "Point to Joseph"

"Oh my God, you guys are good" Connie mentions.

"That's all my questions" and it's time to move on the next one: which happens to be your dear husband, Pedro.

"Paul is like" he brings up while the toothpick dances on his teeth, "Paul is motivated to catch up on points. He's coming for you" to pick on his competitive side as Mescal looks deep in thought.

"He's coming. He's coming" Joseph repeats as Fred laughs.

"What is my full name?"

"Oh! Pedro-" Paul tries in a blink. "Something, J? Jose? Juan?"

"Pedro Pascal, something, something" says Joseph.

"Nope"

"No?"

"Pedro Maria, Jose Maria Pascal" Paul struggles.

Pedro is about to answer when your voice cuts through the air.

"It's José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you recite.

"It indeed is!" he says, smiling a bit too much. "She gets a point"

"Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" your husband repeats in a more english-friendly pronunciation, looking at the camera while toying with his toothpick.

"I said Jose, I said Jose" Paul protests.

Pedro shakes his head. "You said Jose, but then you put it-"

Connie takes Paul's side. "You did say Jose"

"But then you put it behind Pedro which eliminate- which disqualified you" he replies.

Paul gets angry. That sore looser.

"That's absolute bullshit"

"Don't worry mate, the game has just begun" you joke, making the man more irritated. "Think you can get ahead of me?"

"Joseph is still ahead, y/n" Paul counters, still irritated. "Besides, wouldn't it be cheating? You can speak Spanish!"

"So? Not like speaking a language allows you to know every person's name Paul" you mock. He just snorts, despite still being half angry. Pedro is allowed to continue, trying not to make a face at yours and Paul's banter.

"The question is, who is my favorite actor?" he reads. As the cast members laugh, he uncaps the marker with his mouth, and now you have to try not to make a face, thinking about those teeth sinking into your flesh.

Quinn raises his hand. "It's me"

"That you're my favorite actor?"

"Yeah. You said that to me once" the bald man sounds sure of it.

Paul tries to think in the background. So do you. How can you not know this? he must've brought it up at least once.

"Do you remember?" Joseph insists.

Pedro finally remembers. "I said you were- I said I thought you were special"

"Oh" he sounds rather dissapointed.

"And special can mean a lot of things" he jokes, laughing by himself. Fred laughs with you as Joseph makes a face, your laughter turning even louder when you notice Paul all moody, trying to get this point.

"Who's your favorite actor?" Paul asks, "I think we just have to shoot from the hip here guys"

"Marlon Brando?" Connie guesses.

"Is it Harrison Ford?" Fred guesses.

"Let's go with Harrison Ford just because he's my favorite actor..."

You can't believe you didn't know this. You've re-watched and watched so many Star Wars content together. He gives you a brief look, knowing you're embarrased at your lack of answer.

"As a kid?"

"He's most influent, yeah" Pedro agrees.

"What job did I have before I became a full-time actor?" is next.

"Dancer. You were a great dancer" Paul aswers. Both Fred and Joseph repeat it, adding he was specifically a go-go dancer.

"Oh, he is" you add. "Videos of you dancing are lovely. Ever thought of getting back in the bussiness?"

He laughs, what appears to be a light blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Sure, darling. When you ask me to dance, I'll be there"

Nobody comments on this, too busy waiting for Pedro to say yes or no to the answer they believe to be right. But he isn't saying it is. Now you remember why.

"Come on, come on, come on" Paul begs.

"Can any of you guys remember?" Pedro pleads.

They insist that he danced in Spain, then New York, then settle with Spain again, even Pedro confirming so. But it still isn't the answer written on the card, no matter how much the boys insist.

"Connie?" he tries. She just looks confused.

"The answer in the card is-"

"Waiter" you answer. "You were a waiter"

Now you have three points under your belt.

"Why do you always say the answer at last?!" Paul grumbles. "You are cheating!"

"I'm not" you laugh the accusation off. "You just can't accept I'm better"

"Si que lo eres" Pedro agrees. "Es divertido hacer que se enoje Paul"

"What did you say about me? It's not fair, you're probably sharing the answers!" he's still adamant on insisting with the supposed cheating issue, making you laugh.

Now it's Connie's turn, who starts with: "How many languages do I speak?"

You put a puzzled look.

"You speak seven, eight maybe" Joseph guesses. Pauls says she speaks french, "but most likely seven"

Pedro points his finger at him. "Once he gets going, he's on a roll"

"Joe's got it" Connie agrees.

"Paul, end this reign" Pedro jokes. He looks rather frustrated.

"And the bonus points" Connie offers. "Okay, bonus, what are they?"

"This is an emperor's reign" your husband adds.

Joseph answers: Italian. Danish. English. Swedish. French. Spanish. Norwegian.

Connie agrees she speaks Spanish, making you jump in excitement.

"Oh, I didn't know that!" you beam. "Wait, does that mean you did get what Pedro and I gossiped about you?"

"What?" Joseph asks.

"Nada" you quickly correct yourself. "Yo no dije nada"

"Not that much. I just speak a bit of Spanish. I mostly dominate my own language, German and English"

"You blew our cover!" Pedro nags, hitting your bare leg, yet its devoid of anger.

"He needs a bonus" comments Connie, surprised at Joseph.

"This is horrifying" Pedro says when Joseph gets another point and a fricking bonus on top of that. "This is a slaughter"

"Oh, for which film did I have a gym built in my garage?"

Both Joseph and Paul answer the question correctly, saying Wonder Woman. The latter is quick to state they both get that point.

"That's one for me" Paul says, then looks at you. "And none for you"

You stick out your tongue at him as Connie reads the next card.

"If I were to take this cast on a vacation where would I take you?"

"Ibiza" answers Joseph. Connie agrees in Spanish, with a cute and excited correcto.

Your husband feels the need to crack a joke at Quinn's expense.

"Somebody was paying attention to Connie Nielsen very closely during the shooting of this movie"

"Okay. What is my favorite curse word in Danish?"

"Fuck" Pedro tries.

"No"

"Nobody is going to get that, Connie" Paul bickers.

"Oh, I don't know any Danish" you lament.

"At least now you know how it feels" Mescal drops, making you snort. You playfully kick him on the ribs with your shoe.

"It's very simple" Connie gives as a clue. "It's the same word in every language"

"Shit" Paul tries.

"Satan" she reveals.

Everybody is laughing in confusion at that, saying there's no way you could use that.

"Vos Satan!" Connie curses.

Now it's Fred's turn.

"What is my weirdest on-set habit?"

"I haven't noticed you do anything weird on set" Paul tells.

"I have" Pedro interrupts.

They all get on a small briefing about what could it possibly be, that it was weird, and wasn't part of his character, as you ponder. It was funny before, but now Paul is behind you by a point. So think fast.

"Yeah. I would say being yourself" Pedro jokes, but surprisingly, it works.

"Me! Five points for Pedro" he celebrates as you all laugh. "Love Fred. Oh, Fred"

"Oh, oh, okay" he moves to the next question. "What is my favorite reality TV show?"

Joseph tries with Survivor and Paul with Alone. Truth is, you don't watch any show of said kind, only vagely hearing about Love Island.

"You and I have talked about reality TV" Pedro reveals, "It's just that we never identified one"

They keep guessing shows that sound like a foreign language to you.

"You know what's offensive? That I'm the second youngest of this cast and I have no idea what are you all talking about"

"She's not to be trusted" Pascal quips, "can't trust someone who doesn't appreciate the art of reality TV"

You huff, annoyed.

"Is it A&E stuff?" Pedro asks.

"Yeah, it's the competitive cheapskates" Fred answers. "It's people that really save money on everything"

Pedro gets the point because he mentioned the A&E bit.

"There's like this amazing guy that made a stew out of fish bones, and I just thought it was incredible" he shares. Then, moves to the next question. "What is my go-to crafty snack?"

Nobody remembers eating snacks on set, and Fred gives the clue that it's a drink. Joseph says it's a smoothie, and he does remember it but it isn't the answser.

"I'm thinking of something specific. That Emerge-C that you put in the water"

"Oh, that's very good" you agree, so does the rest, even discussing the best colors

"Who in the cast would I ask to bail me out of jail?"

Everyone even Pedro agree its him. Everyone gets a point, yet Joseph remains ahead.

It's Joseph's turn. "What is my favorite sport?"

"Skateboarding" Paul is so quick to answer, earning him two points for both being correct and time.

"What celebrity do I get mistaken for?"

"Daisy Edgar-Jones sometimes" says Mescal. Of course he had to bring her up.

"No, she gets mistaken for me" Joseph jokes. "Yeah, poor Daisy. But I'm writing it down"

"That was the two letters?" Pedro notices. Still, no one gets it.

It's fucking Justin Timberlake. You'd never guess that.

"What is my favorite film franchise?"

You've probaly named all the existing franchises to no avail. You think fo your dad, a huge geek, trying to remember if there is one missing.

"Oh- Lord of the Rings!" you both answer with Paul at the same time.

"C'mon!" his celebration is short lived when he realizes you tied to him.

"What is my favorite British slang word?"

Pedro says it can't be said, but Quinn insists they can, even adding it's his favorite one too.

"We can say bad words? We can say-?" but the camera beeps over it.

The answer is Bellend. What even is that? Joseph feigns sadness and Pedro keeps apologizing, even as you sit on the chair.

"Okay. I'm last"you wiggle your eyebrows with interest. "Let's see. Okay, first question: what did I take from the Gladiator II set?"

"You took something?" Joseph asks on disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I take something?"

"Is it like an item or memorabilia?" asks Connie.

"It's an item" you uncap the marker, scribbling down the answer.

"It's a short word" Fred points out, but still can't provide a guess.

"You took the rings home" Pedro answers. You snap your had on his way, probably obvious. "What? You told me" he says.

Of course Paul complains. "Hey, that isn't fair! He knew the answer before!"

"Well, if you payed more attention to me, you'd know it"

Lies. Pedro knows because it's sitting in the jewelry box inside your house.

"See? I do pay attention" Pedro playfully hits Mescal.

"I could pay you more attention" he looks at you.

"Alright, then do. Ready? Next question: what is my go-to movie? Oh, this is a good one. I'm always changing it, but most of the time I end up choosing the same one"

They all give you a puzzled look as you scribble.

"C'mon, guys! I've said it on interviews before too. Paul?" the man shrugs. "Thought you said you'd pay me more attention. Heads up, you're doing a terrible job so far!"

"Hey!" he protests. "It's not fair if the answer's changing. Give us a clue"

"You didn't give any clues to yours!" you giggle. "Besides, I don't want you to win"

"Hey, that's against the rules!"

"I'd say it depends on the season" Pedro speaks up. You quirk an eyebrow. "Like, if it's changing, I don't think your Christmas go-to movie is the same as your summer one"

"Actually" you smile fondly, "that is true. On summer, it's Mamma Mia. So I suppose, if you can't guess the one, that'll do"

"No" he smiles, cheeky. "I know it too"

"Yeah?" you challenge, "what is it, then?"

"It's Thelma and Louise" he answers, and your heart beats fast.

"How do you know?" Paul inquires. "Somebody was paying attention to Y/n L/n very closely during the shooting of this movie"

Ah, his joke from earlier. Joseph giggles behind him. Karma, he supposes.

"She said it on an interview, guys. C'mon, learn your sources!"

"Okay" you clear your throat. "What movie got me into acting?"

"Thelma and Louise" Joseph tries.

"No" you laugh, "you're just recycling the answer"

"Is it an old or modern movie?" Connie asks.

"Hmh, old" you pause, "just not... I don't know if you'll ever guess it"

"Is it a Pedro Almodóvar film?" you shake your head. "What? You're always mentioning him!"

Pedro looks into your eyes amid the others' discussion, and you can tell he remembers the conversation.

"There isn't one"

You smile, chest pounding at his soft tone.

"That's correct"

"A trick question?!" Paul yells. "I quit"

"When there's just one left?" you tease.

"Yes, because you've been hiding it all the time but no more" he counters, pointing both you and Pedro. You feel the space getting smaller, breaths going from even to noticeable. "You are sharing answers"

You try to make your breath of relief pass as a chuckle.

"I'm not even gonna win, relax. And drop the charges, please. Loose like a man"

"You didn't explain it though" Connie speaks. "What did Pedro mean?"

"While I have many movies that are inspiration to me, they aren't the reason I chose this path. I did it because I saw an Oscar's ceremony when I was 11" you explain fondly, feeling warm at the memories. "I still remember when they handed the award to Diablo Cody for best original screenplay. I don't know, man, it moved me. What it meant for young artists who came from nothing. I guess I wanted, one day, to be the one standing there, for other dreamers to see it's possible"

"Wow, that's beautiful" Connie says.

"Thank you" you get flustered. "Suppose it was worth it, you know, to do interviews about not really knowing my cast mates" and laugh.

"How does Pedro know, though?" Joseph asks.

"We talk a lot" you clear your throat. "Last one: what indie horror movie did I make a small appearence in? I'm feeling generous because it's the last so I'll give you a clue. It's a Stephen King adaptation"

Paul is the first to speak. "You where in a-"

"Yeah but it wasn't such a huge role. Don't make yourself any ideas"

"I have no idea" Connie surrenders. "Other clue, as in how many words?"

"It doesn't even have any words" you laugh. "You give up? It's 1922. Was an extra as well. Made me think Netflix had my name highlighted in the extra call sheet, because I did so many minor and background roles during that year. Grateful, though, because now I get to be Rome's empress and not fortune teller or highschool #6"

The interview ends, and the camera may or may have not captured the last seconds, Pedro's gaze fixated with you the entire time.

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You arrived in London today. The premiere will be in a few days, and things have been, well, hectic.

Lux couldn't stop talking all the plane ride, but your mind kept going back at the email your manager had sent you before you had boarded the plane.

It's catching upon you, read the haunting message. Attached below, a TMZ article that claimed a regular church attendee had seen you both getting married. It also used a lot of the noise fans had been making on social media, connecting dots or just hyping up the undeniable chemistry. It ended with a little paragraph saying it was obvios, and they're just hoping you'd confirmed it.

You came to realize you didn't care about it anymore. Sure, the pushing around annoyed you, but the thought of still keeping your marriage under wraps feels pointless now. Why wouldn't you shout to the world how in love with your husband you are?

Yet, when you arrive at the hotel, you keep the same protocol of arriving after Pedro, who has already checked in with two keys, claiming its for him and his sister, while you ask for the key to Lux's actual room. After you swipe cards with her, you head over the room you'd be sharing with your husband.

His face appears in your frame, everything happening quickly.

"Get inside. Now"

Your body is dragged inside the hotel room, not even giving you time to swipe the key for yourself.

"Pedro!" you exclaim, between surprised and confused. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Did you read it?"

"What? The article?" your tone is filled with annoyance. "Yes, I did. Why?"

"What do you mean why?" he snaps, voice raising higher. "Don't play dumb with me. You know fans have fuelled the rumors, and tabloids have started digging every corner in fucking California"

"So, what? You're acting as if people finding out is the worst thing in the world" you roll your eyes.

"It is, yes!" Pedro bursts out, caving in to the stress.

It feels like you've been hit across your face.

"Excuse me?" you seethe, hurt etched all across your features. "Would it be the worst thing in the world to admit you're married to the person you supposedly love the most?"

"I love you, y/n. It's just-"

His voice softens, trying to reach for you, yet you pull back, his hand falling to his side in an akward manner. He sighs in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"I love you" he repeats, sounding much more sure this time.

Your frame seems smaller as your voice comes out hoarse, filled with emotion, appearing to be in the brink of tears:

"Then why do you act like you're embarrassed of me?"

He hates himself for making you feel this way, making you think things that aren't true.

"I don't. Never" he emphasizes. Then, tries to reach once again when you move a little bit closer to him, recognizing that's your way of letting him know you're ready. "You're the most precious thing in the world to me, don't ever think the opposite" then he sighs, heavy. "I'm just scared"

You silently ask him to explain, rubbing his thumb soothingly across his tattoo.

"You're so young, and I'm, well- I know we're aware of it, but people are cruel and the press is ruthless. I don't want to see your name dragged across the mud because you decided to marry me. Your career is starting, and I'd never forgive myself is something happened to you because of me. Not trying to make this about me, yeah? But this industry is fucked up. You've work hard to get to where you are, and it'll be unfair if you'd loose it. I'm scared because us..." he wavers, words trailing off. "I want us to be. I wouldn't want to live in a world without you, i-it would kill me not to have you be my wife"

You desperately want to kiss off the worry on his face, but let him finish.

"N-not saying our love is weak, or anything! That a couple of opinions or tabloids will- you know? Just, I-I don't want them to break us apart. Mi vida, you're the light of my life. Please, forgive me, I-"

He feels his throat closing up, words failing to come out. You sense the grip on your hand to be stronger, immediately letting loose of it.

"Hey. C'mere" your voice is tender, allowing him to bury his face in your stomach as you comb his messy curls with your fingers. "It's okay, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere"

He lets himself melt under your touch, his mind loosing itself in the soft of your digits and your perfume up his nostrils. He's again breathing normaly, hands now hugging your waist.

"There you go. Better?" Pedro nods, still not being able to talk. "That's okay, take all the time you need. We have all day"

"Do we?" he raises his view, his eyes soft yet there is something else to the brown shade.

You hum as to nod. "We agreed to join Lux for dinner. It's barely 1pm"

"Tell me you're thinking it too" his voice cuts throughout the air, boucing off the tapestry on the walls.

You laugh, nervously. "I don't think I do"

"Hmmh, I see" he stands up, towering over you. "You sure you don't?"

"You sure you want this?"

Before you know it, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, cutting off all words to be said. What a waste of air, anyway. You are quick to reciprocate, whimpering against his lips.

Pedro picks you up like you're as light as a feather, his arms flexing as he carries you and places you on the bed, frame hovering over yours. He breaks the kiss to breath, but you're pulling him back in, his hold on your hips tighter and the wet spot in your panties wetter.

"Look at you, pretty baby. So needy" he whispers against your face, hot breath lingering above your lips. "And mine. Mía. Only mine"

"I am, yes. Yours only. Need you so bad right now, papi" you answer in a rush. "Now shut up and fuck me"

"Con gusto" he chuckles darkly, "gotta keep the wife happy"

"Happy wife, happy life" you recite, stripping him off of his plain shirt, revealing his toned torso, bulging biceps defined by the movements. You gulp. "Fuck, papi. Gotta thank Marvel for this. I love all of your versions, but I can work with this too" you dreamily stare at him, your hands cupping his face.

He strips the rest of his clothing, but a cute blush adorns his cheeks.

"Yeah, well, it's Scott's fault too"

Your impatient fingers reach the middle of your panties to rub your clothed pussy, letting out a sound that darkens his hazel orbs.

"Fuck that guy" you mutter. Pedro laughs.

"Thought you said you loved the guy"

"Until I learned what he said about your body" you groan, still rubbing. "Connie told me"

His hands now travel to remove your clothes, almost ripping them off.

"Who cares? I just want to fuck you now" he breathes out, practically drooling at the sight of your damp panties. "Lemme take this off too"

He unhooks your bra, seeing the hard nipples. The urge to lick them is so bad, but his desire to fill you silly to the brim is stronger.

You see his hesitation, which is why you grab him by the neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, labored breaths as he struggles to focus on your lips, his wet mouth darting to your jaw, neck and collarbones. His hands roam all over your body, needy.

"Gotta be inside of you, mami. Can't wait any longer"

"Then stop waiting" you plead, tugging at his boxers with urgency.

Seeing you so cockhungry, lips parted and pupils blown wide makes his hard dick twitch with anticipation.

He mutters a labored fuck, aligning himself to enter your sticky folds. Pedro enters your tight pussy with a low groan, burying himself deep inside of you, used to his length by now. You're basically begging for it, nails digging and eyes supplicating.

He can't deny you anything, can he?

A messy whine leaves your widened mouth as you adjust, pleasure mixed with pain.

"Mhmm" you moan.

"Mhmm what?" he mocks. "You asked for it. Now take it, cariño"

He thrusts deeper into you, watching in awe how his dick enters your pussy; it was always perfectly, your pussy made for him.

"You're drippin' baby" his rough voice caresses your cheek. He kisses the are, giving a lick to the sweat starting to form. "S'fucking tight too"

You move your hips towards him, trying to augment the friction. The overstimulation starts to cloud your sense, reducing you to a whiny mess as you grip his steady arms.

"I can't think of anything but you, baby" he confesses between grunts, "filling up your pussy to the brim, you dripping with my seed for days"

You moan at the filthy words.

"Love how you take my dick, amor" stretching you as Pedro moves in and out. "S'made for me"

"Yes" you moan, skin slapping sounds bouncing off the walls. "Fuck, I love your dick..."

His pace picks up, and it comes to a point where he's just fucking you silly, his grip on your hips surely to leave a bruise as you keep spilling obscene sounds of pleasure from your lips.

"Your pussy's mine, yeah? No one else gets to have you like this"

"N-no, just you, Pedro. My h-husband" you manage to squeeze, more moans vocalizing the pleasure you felt with each thrust, his big dick inside of you moving in a a steady rhythm, making your eyes roll back further and orgasm closer.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and he finds impossible to resist the urge anymore, licking the sensible skin and hard nipples, your hands moving to his back, scratching him harshly, both chasing your release.

"Please!" you whine out loud, not caring how desperate you sound.

Harder. Faster. Rougher.

But your husband knows you, so he indeed starts to fuck you harder, heavy breaths and slippy kiss noises hanging in the spaces between each thrusts. He pants with every motion of his dick, a knot forming on his belly.

"Shit, baby. I think I'm gonna cum. Gonna come so hard"

"Do it. I'm on birth control, remember?" you groan, feeling your high approach as well. "Fill me up, please. Give me all your cum"

Your bodies move as one, precise thrusts hitting exactly that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, chasing your orgasm. For a brief moment, your eyes lock with his and then he's saying:

"I love you, y/n. So much"

Your heart skips a bit, his dick twitching inside as his gaze glimmers with adoration and possesiveness, teeth grazing your skin with marks for him to call you his.

"I love you too, Pedro. More than you know"

A final thrust is delivered. Fuck, feels so good you think you hear him say. Just like promised, he fills you with his release, shots of his thick, warm cum inside your sticky walls. You follow soon, back arching, toes curling, and both head and eyes rolling back. Pedro falls on top of you, his broad body collapsing over yours, as you both pant hard, trying to steady your pulse and breath. He then removes himself and positions you to be the one on top now, lazily throwing the covers over your bare bodies. We need to shower, you said, but he argued you'd do it later before going out.

"I needed that" and you happily hum in agreement at your husband's dragged out words.

Your head falls and rises, with the movement of his chest, silence settling on the previously filled with sex noises room. That until he speaks up:

"One day, I'm gonna fill you up so good until you have my babies, mami" he murmurs, just then realizing what he said. But you snuggle closer, hand and legs drapped over his bare body. You look at him closely, seeing nothing but certainty on his eyes.

I choose you. I'll always choose you.

"Whatever it is with you" your nose brushes his, a small sweet kiss on his lips, "I want"

His eyes shine, probably with tears or the glow of affection.

"Let's do it"

"What?" you look into his eyes for any sign of doubt, bull all you see is love. "Pedro, are you serious?"

He nods. "Wouldn't you want that?"

You feel the corner of your lips pull up.

"Never have I wanted anything more"

poppysplayground: Y/N AND PEDRO RED CARPET DEBUT AT THE LONDON PREMIER OF GLADIATOR II WTF I JUST WOKE UP ptwt is in SHAMBLES mostannoyingbillioner: UM HELLO pedro showing up with two hot women on his arms LUX GIMME A CHANCE pompeiianbollockr: WAIT WDYM THEY ARE MARRIED?!??! ALL THIS TIME?@?#? HOW???! NEED BIGGER CAPS TO SCREAM I'M GOING INSANE at0michips: that article better come out now or i'll burn the TMZ building ann-gell: not me thirsting for a married man 😭😭😭 how they kept this a secret for so long?? we should've noticed ㅤㅤunhing3dprincess: ann-gell i did. knew betting my grandma was the way all along ㅤㅤpyramiidsf: i'm gonna start betting my grandma too

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can u write a oneshot where mean!sorority!karina x loser!g!p!reader and reader goes out of town for a lego convention or some nerd shit and karina's like "ok lol" barely replying to their texts

but then reader sends selfies looking kinda good and suddenly karina's not so mean anymore (but she's acting like she doesn't care) and later she's in bed lowkey staring at reader's pics when reader calls and starts yapping about legos all excited while karina listens way too hard. somehow this leads to phone sex 🫣

CYBER SEX — YU JIMIN.

"wish you were here right now, all of the things i'd do."

synopsis. karina swears she doesn’t miss you. not even a little. if her puppy wants to ditch her for some dumb lego convention, that’s your loss. okay...maybe letting you leave was a mistake… but at least she can have some fun making you miss her.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ (smut), phone sex (duhhhh), g!p reader, pet names (karina calling u puppy ofc), bad writing, and let me know if there's more!

words. 2k

authors note. mean!sorority!karina is so awesome sauce man. i also forgot my own schedule dates.. i apologize.

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karina wasn't mad. she wasn't.

so what if her puppy had ditched town for some stupid lego convention? it wasn't like she cared. she had better things to do than think about you running around, geeking out over plastic blocks.

her sorority sisters, however, were testing her patience. 

"she didn't even tell you until last minute?" giselle smirked over her drink. 

"sounds like someone got ditched," winter added.

"i didn't get ditched." karina rolled her eyes, scrolling through her messages. your last text had been two hours ago—a simple just got here! it's so cool, you'd love it if you gave it a chance :(  to which she had responded with a dry, doubt it. 

and that was it. that was all you were getting from her. if you wanted to act like a loser, that was your problem.

"didn't get ditched," winter mocked under her breath, earning a laugh from ningning.karina threw them a glare before pushing up from the couch, phone clutched in her hand. "i'm going to bed."

she ignored their knowing smirks as she stormed up the stairs to her room, locking the door behind her. 

her phone buzzed just as she flopped onto her bed, and against her better judgment, she checked it immediately.

puppy: look!! isn't it so cute?? :D

attached were three selfies of you grinning with some ridiculously detailed lego set in the background. your glasses were slightly askew, your hoodie a little too big, and your excitement was practically radiating off the screen. 

karina clicked on one of the pictures, zooming in just a little. not because she missed you. not because she thought you looked cute. just... because. 

another text popped up. 

puppy: there's this one panel tomorrow about rare discontinued sets, you think i should go? 

she bit her lip, hesitating before replying.

karina: do whatever you want. 

she stared at her screen for a moment before sighing and tossing her phone onto her pillow. 

she wasn't jealous. she wasn't annoyed. she wasn't—

her phone buzzed again.

puppy: you're so mean ;(

a smirk twitched at her lips.

before she could respond, her phone started ringing. you.

she exhaled sharply before answering, keeping her voice bored. "what?"

"okay, so—listen." your voice came through, breathless with excitement. "i got to see so many cool sets today. like, there was this one display of the millennium falcon that was massive, and i swear, if i had the money, i'd—"

she hummed, pretending to listen as you rambled on about your day. but she was listening. more than she wanted to admit. she could practically picture you, pacing in your hotel room, waving your hands around as you talked a mile a minute.

"like i said, you'd think it's cool if you were here," you muttered, and she could hear the pout in your voice.

"don’t think so."

you groaned. "you're impossible."

she smirked. "and you're a nerd."

"i am not—"

she could hear the shuffle of you moving around, probably flopping onto your bed. then, a pause. your voice was quieter when you spoke again. "you miss me?"

karina rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. she could lie. she could say no. but instead, she muttered, "not really."

you laughed, soft and knowing. "liar."

she closed her eyes, gripping her phone tighter. maybe she was. but she'd never admit it.

not yet, anyway.

karina sighed, rolling onto her side as she let your voice fill the quiet of her room. it was late, and she should have been asleep already, but instead, she was still listening to you ramble about legos of all things—like some lovesick idiot.

not that she was one.

"i swear, some of these sets were insane," you continued, voice slightly muffled like you were getting comfortable. "there was this one star wars display with over ten thousand pieces. can you imagine? ten thousand."

"hm," she hummed, only half-listening now. she was too busy staring at the selfies you'd sent earlier, swiping through them like she hadn't already memorized every detail.

she could hear you shifting again, the sound of fabric rustling against fabric, a small sigh escaping your lips. "kinda wish you were here, though. feels weird without you making fun of me."

karina smirked, rolling onto her back. "i'd make fun of you either way, puppy."

you laughed, soft and breathy. "i know. but still."

a beat of silence stretched between you, comfortable but charged. karina exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing idle circles against her stomach.

"so..." your voice had dropped slightly, quieter, more hesitant. "what are you doing?"

"lying down," she murmured. "thinking."

"about?"

she bit her lip, debating. she could keep playing it cool, keep pretending she wasn't fazed by you being miles away. but she was tired, and her walls were lower than usual, and you sounded so damn cute on the other end of the line.

"...you."

you inhaled sharply. "oh."

a smirk pulled at her lips. she could hear the way you tensed up, the way your breath hitched, and it sent a slow wave of satisfaction through her.

"what, puppy?" she teased, her voice dropping into something lower, something smug. "cat got your tongue?"

you swallowed audibly. "no, i just—"

she hummed, tilting her head back against the pillow. "you're cute when you're flustered, you know that?"

another pause. a shaky exhale.

"karina..."her smirk deepened, fingers idly tracing patterns against her skin. "what's wrong, puppy? you miss me that bad?"

you made a small, frustrated noise on the other end, and karina chuckled, knowing exactly where this was heading.

maybe letting you leave town had been a mistake. but at least now, she could have a little fun reminding you exactly who you belonged to. she bit her lip as she slipped her hand into her shorts, trailing her fingers between her thighs. 

her voice dropped lower, more sultry, more teasing. "use your words, puppy. tell me how much you miss me."

she could hear your breathing pick up, ragged and uneven. "i-i miss you. god, i miss you so much."

a small hum of satisfaction escaped her. you gulped at the sound, your shaky hands fumbling to unbutton your jeans. "i want you," you whined, your voice dropping to a whisper. "i wanna be back there with you."

"yeah?" she asked, a smile pulling at her lips. "and what would you do if you were here?"

she knew the answer, of course, but she wanted to hear you say it. she wanted to hear the way your voice would waver and crack as you finally gave in, finally told her exactly what you wanted.

you whimpered, your hands wrapping around yourself as you imagined her touch. "i'd kiss you," you admitted, your breath hitching. 

karina's smirk deepened, her fingers sliding through her own slick. "where?"

"everywhere," you breathed.

she bit her lip, heat coiling in her stomach. she wanted to tell you to get your ass back here, to come crawling on your knees, to beg her to forgive you for leaving her alone like this. but she knew she was too prideful for that, and besides, she couldn't help but find a bit of amusement in the fact that you were getting yourself off, miles away, just to the sound of her voice.

“you touching yourself, puppy?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

"mhm," you nodded weakly, even though she couldn't see you. you were breathing hard, your hand moving faster, your chest heaving as you lost yourself in the sound of her voice.

karina could hear the way your breath hitched with each stroke, could hear the way your voice went shaky each time she spoke. she loved it, and not in the usual possessive sense you'd expect from her. no, there was something almost tender in the way she teased you, in the way she kept you wanting.

"god, you're so easy," she murmured.

"please," you whimpered, your voice cracking slightly. "i-i wanna hear you."

karina tilted her head back, her breath catching in her throat. you were always so needy, so desperate for her, and god, she loved it. she loved hearing the way your voice would get hoarse and strained, loved the way you'd beg and plead with her to give you more.

"puppy..." she moaned, "you sound so fucking good." a finger slipped into her heat, curling up and dragging along her walls.

"please," you whimpered again, your hand moving faster. "i need to hear you. need to know if you're touching yourself too."

you could hear her gasp on the other end of the line, and you pictured her, eyes closed, back arched as she pressed down into the touch of her own fingers. you let out a jagged exhale, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. she was so gorgeous, and even if you weren't there with her, just hearing her like this was enough to drive you crazy.

"are you?" you asked again, a little more desperately this time.

"fuck, yes," she breathed. "i am."

"fuck." your grip tightened around your phone. "i-i bet you look so pretty right now. bet you feel so good."

"so fucking good, puppy." she was moaning openly now, another finger slipping into her slick heat. karina imagined what it would be like to have you back here, on top of her, inside of her, fucking her so hard that all she could do was cry out your name.

she wanted you so badly, and as her fingers sped up, as the heat built in her stomach, she felt herself getting closer to that edge, closer to falling apart for you. "god, i-i miss you so much," she breathed. her body was on fire with desire, her mind consumed by thoughts of you. 

if she wasn't fingers deep inside herself right now, she would have cringed so hard at herself that she'd turn to stone. but her head was swimming with pleasure, and her tongue was loose with it, and god, she wished you were here so she could take out her pent-up frustration on your body.

"s-shit, puppy," she breathed. "you're mine. all mine."

"yes," you whimpered. "only yours."

her fingers curled against her walls, pressing deep into her slick heat, and fuck, she was close, so close, and—

"k-karina," you moaned, your voice going hoarse. "i-i'm gonna cum. please, please, i—"

"fuck, me too." her voice was a low growl, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm building. she wanted to tell you, wanted to make sure you knew, but all that came out was a series of broken moans. she could hear the way your breaths were coming quicker now, could hear the way they turned into choked gasps.

and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing. 

you were hers, and you were coming undone for her.she was getting close too, and when her hand finally started to ache, and she couldn't bring herself to stop, couldn't bring herself to do anything but press her fingers deeper and deeper until her walls finally clenched around them.

"g-gonna—" you cried out, your body shaking as your release finally took over, spilling out of you in waves of pleasure. karina's body followed soon after, her fingers curling deep inside her slick heat, her muscles clenching around them. she shuddered, gasping, her legs trembling as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.

for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, the aftershocks still rolling through your body, your skin flushed with heat. the only thing grounding you was the faint static of the phone pressed against your ear.

karina was the first to break the silence, her voice quieter now, almost lazy. "...when are you coming back home?"

you swallowed, still trying to catch your breath. "why?"

"just wondering," she murmured, voice dripping with something that made your stomach twist.

you exhaled slowly, shifting against the sheets. "tomorrow night."

"good."

she didn't elaborate, but you didn't need her to. the implication was clear—she wanted you back.

you smirked, voice teasing as you asked, "miss me that much?"

karina let out a soft scoff, but it lacked any real bite. "shut up."

you chuckled, but before you could push her further, she spoke again, quieter this time.

"...you'll come straight to me, right?"

the words caught you off guard.

for someone who usually kept her emotions so close to her chest, it was unusual for her to ask for something so blatantly. she must be feeling vulnerable. but it wasn't unwelcome. in fact, it sent a wave of affection through you, made your heartbeat a little faster.

you smiled, the words leaving you without a second thought. "of course, i will."

the line was silent for a beat, and then another, and for a moment, you wondered if she was already asleep.

"okay," she whispered.

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JJK Men When They Get Jealous

Angst, fluff

Request from Wattpad

JJK Men x gn!reader

Warnings: slight cussing

A/N: some scenarios you're already dating, others you aren't!

Yuji:

“2 for Human Earthworm please!”

Yuji’s voice rang out as he bought tickets for your movie date. Your eyes gazed at his friendly face, standing close enough to his side to smell his cologne but not too close to impede his ability to pull out his wallet. Were you excited to see this movie for the umpteenth time? Not really, but it was a special anniversary release and Yuji was so pumped to watch it on the big screen again and you weren't going to ruin his fun. Besides, you couldn't say no to his adorable pouty face.

"Yuji! They have the special popcorn buckets here!" you exclaimed, catching a glimpse of the snack bar's offerings from your spot at the ticket counter. His eyes widened in shock.

"No way! They aren't sold out yet?" he asked incredulously. You moved from your place next to him and began speed walking over to the snack bar; there was no way he could miss out on this rare opportunity. Thankfully you had gotten in line when you did because there were hoards of people now queuing behind you, all eager to get their hands on the limited merchandise. When it was finally your turn, you were greeted by the worker, a boy who looked to be your age.

"Hello! What can I get for you today?"

"One earthworm bucket, please," you requested. He nodded, digging behind the counter. After what seemed like much too long, the employee finally procured what you were after.

"You're in luck! This is the last one," he said, handing it to you and giving you a smile. "Do you think I could be lucky enough to go on a date with you sometime?"

Surprised at his boldness, you let out a chuckle. "I don't think my boyfriend would like that very much."

"Your... oh."

You felt an arm land on your shoulders and knew it was Yuji.

"Awesome! You got the bucket!" he exclaimed to you, a huge grin on his face. "You're the best partner ever!" He then turned to the worker who busied himself with getting your popcorn. "I think I'm the lucky one here."

You internally laughed at Yuji's jealousy shining through. It was rare for him to feel that way, but when he did, he immediately made it clear to everyone that you two were happily exclusive.

When you eventually got to your seats in the theater, Yuji's arm never leaving you, you leaned over and gave his cheek a kiss. "You're cute when you're jealous."

"Me? Jealous? I wasn't..." He stopped when he noticed you eyeing him. "You're right. I'm sorry, that was dumb of me."

"No it wasn't. But there's no need to worry, you're the only guy I would ever willingly sit through the same movie a million and one times for."

Now it was Yuji's turn to give your cheek a kiss. "Like I said before, I'm the lucky one to be able to call you mine."

Megumi:

Your headphones were blaring your favorite song, drowning out the noise of the world around you. You were waiting for your boyfriend, Megumi, to meet you so you could explore Tokyo together. Swaying your head to the beat of the music, you didn’t register anyone standing near you until you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“It’s about time you got here,” you joked, taking your headphones off and turning to greet a familiar face. You weren’t expecting to see a stranger behind you and you slightly jumped from the shock.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the boy apologized, smiling gently. “I just wanted to ask you for some directions.”

“Oh, of course. I’m happy to help,” you responded.

“Great! I’m trying to get to this shrine.” The boy pulled out his phone and handed it to you, the screen displaying where he was trying to go. “Are you familiar with it?”

“Actually, yes. So what you want to do is go down this street…”

You told him the directions and typed it in his phone for him just in case he didn’t catch everything you said.

“I hope that helped,” you said, giving him his phone back. He glanced down and you could tell he gave the directions a once over.

“Everything alright?” you asked, seeing as he was hesitant to leave your side.

“I was hoping you had written your phone number in the notes too,” he told you. “I think you’re really cute.”

“Oh! I’m flattered, really, but I actually have a boyfriend.”

The boy was about to respond but all of a sudden his entire vibe changed; he was calm just a few moments earlier which was now replaced with nervousness.

“Right, right! Yeah, that makes sense. Um, thanks for the directions. I’m just gonna…”

The boy practically ran off, leaving you extremely confused. It wasn’t until you felt a menacing aura surround you that you realized the reason for the boy’s abrupt departure.

“That dumbass can’t find a shrine that’s not even a mile away and he wastes his time flirting?” grumbled Megumi, obviously irritated at your previous interaction.

“Jealous Fushiguro has made an appearance,” you teased, earning a glare from your dark haired boyfriend.

“I’m not jealous of a guy like that,” he argued, his defensive body language telling a whole other story from his words. You just shook your head and gave Megumi a quick kiss on his cheek.

“You’re the only one I could ever want. I promise.”

Megumi’s cheeks blossomed pink as he turned his focus away from you, looking into the distance.

“I know,” he mumbled, taking your hand in his. Now he was determined to make this the best date you’d ever been on—so much so that you wouldn’t remember giving that guy directions in the first place.

Yuta:

You and your friend Yuta decided to go ice skating together, wanting to have some stereotypical winter fun at the local rink. You two were deep in conversation until someone else’s voice and a tug at your scarf pulled you back into paying attention to your surroundings.

“I like your scarf,” a boy around your age said, smiling widely at you. “It’s almost as cute as you are.”

“Thank you,” you replied, a bit flustered, “that’s very kind of you.”

He chuckled and skated away, leaving you and Yuta alone again.

“Sorry about that, Yuta, what were you saying?”

He dove right back into where he left off, but his vibe was slightly off; he seemed upset for some reason. You didn’t mention it, figuring he might just be cold or something.

The boy who flirted with you kept skating by the entire session, shooting you winks or smiling at you. You didn’t notice Yuta glaring daggers at him from beside you.

Your time on the ice was about to expire so you and Yuta made one last circle, laughing at a joke you had made. You didn’t notice a dip in the ice and you stumbled backward. You hit the ground with a thud, slightly dazed from your fall.

“Are you alright?” Yuta asked, concern evident in his voice as he turned around to help you up. Unfortunately for him, the other boy was skating right behind you and was about to offer you his hand.

“Do you need-”

“Y/n! Let me help you up,” Yuta said, out of breath from skating as fast as he possibly could over to your position, grabbing onto your arm and hoisting you off the ice before the boy could even finish his sentence. He kept a protective grip on your body, scowling at the boy, until you were out of your skates and back into your normal shoes. Afterwards, you and Yuta walked to a local cafe for a much needed warm drink.

“Did you know that guy from somewhere? You didn’t seem to like him,” you observed.

“I don’t. He just… seemed like a jerk, that’s all,” he responded quickly, his voice higher than usual.

“Were you jealous?” you asked suddenly. Yuta’s face was now bright red and you didn’t think it was because of the cold.

“Me? I, uh… maybe?” he answered, unsure of the right thing to say. You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to elaborate.

“Well, you see, I…” Yuta sighed, defeated. “I really like you and I hated watching him flirt with you so brazenly. I know it was wrong of me to be so rude but I couldn’t stand the thought of you with him. I’m sorry.”

He kicked at a few rocks at his feet, not wanting to make eye contact with you.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Yuta,” you answered softly, catching his attention, “I really like you too.”

His eyes went wide. “You do?”

You nodded in affirmation as he let out a breath of relief, his shy smile shining brighter than the reflection of the sun on ice.

Inumaki:

It was a warm spring day and you were in the school’s garden, basking in the sun. You opened an eye to see who it was disturbing your peace with their footsteps, but it was Inumaki; you smiled kindly at him and made room for him on the bench. You two loved to sit together, often in silence, and observe the beauty of nature.

“Kelp,” he greeted softly, a small wave sent your way as he sat next to you.

“It’s always nice to see you, Toge,” you said back, closing your eyes once more as you breathed in the scent of flowers.

Like usual, his presence was a comfort to you and you felt like you could fall asleep at any moment, wanting nothing more than to rest your head on his shoulder in a display of your affection for him. Before you could let that happen, though, you heard another pair of footsteps approach and you quickly brought yourself out of your daydream.

“Hey Inumaki! Y/n!” Yuta called out, joining you in the garden.

“Yuta! Hello!” you greeted back while Inumaki waved at him.

“I can’t stay too long because I have to study but I brought something for you, y/n,” he said, smiling sweetly as he procured a tiny bag from his pocket, handing it to you. “They’re seeds. The owner of a shop I was at today was giving them out and supposedly the flowers are your favorite color so I figured you could plant them somewhere here in the garden.”

“Yuta! Oh my gosh, thank you!” you replied, giving him a hug in your excitement.

“It’s really nothing,” he said, a tiny blush appearing on his cheeks. “Well, I have to go, but I hope to see you both soon!”

You both bid him goodbye as you pocketed the seeds, eager to get the okay from the school to plant the flowers. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him but Inumkai seemed to have some sort of inner turmoil brewing after the short meeting; you could sense the hurt emanating from him.

“What’s wrong?” you wondered, curious as to what brought those feelings on all of a sudden.

“Cheesy,” was all he said, turning away from you.

“Aww, is someone jealous?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Bonito flakes,” Toge quickly grumbled, not meeting your gaze.

“You’re a horrible liar, you know,” you teased, pushing against his shoulder. “You shouldn’t be. Yuta’s not the one I have feelings for. You are, remember? Or do I have to confess all over again?”

You leaned over and tugged his collar down the slightest bit, planting a kiss on his cheek. Inumkai’s gaze landed on you once more as he gripped one of your hands tightly and typed on his phone with his other hand, saying:

I’m sorry, that was super lame of me. Yuta’s cool and that was nice of him to bring those for you. But TRUST it will be ME helping you plant those flowers.

And I’ll pick one to bring to you every morning when they’ve bloomed🙂‍��️😌

“You really are my dream man,” you said, resting your head in his lap as you finally fell asleep in the comfort of the sun and Toge.

Noritoshi:

It was lunchtime at the Kyoto school and you found yourself in the shared kitchen with your classmate Noritoshi.

“Whatcha making?” you wondered, peering over his shoulder.

“Ramen,” came his answer, short and to the point as always. You watched him closely, taking in his every move.

“Do you not know how to cook and that’s why you’re staring me down?” he asked with a slightly annoyed expression.

“I do know how to cook, thank you very much. You’re just interesting to observe.”

Before he could ask what you meant by that, Todo came waltzing in.

“Todo! Just the person I wanted to see,” you greeted. “Do you want to make lunch with me?”

He heartily agreed and you two got to work, pulling out various pots and pans as Noritoshi finished making his own dish and sat down to eat. You and Todo were having the time of your lives, joking around and laughing while creating your meal. Noritoshi, on the other hand, was trying his best not to frown any more than he did on a usual day.

Or puke.

Noritoshi watched the way you lit up with Todo, having the time of your life doing something so mundane, and he desperately wished he wasn’t unnecessarily cold to you minutes earlier.

When your lunch was finally cooked, Todo took his food outside while you stayed in with Noritoshi, taking up the spot next to him. Normally he made some sort of remark about how loud or dirty you were in the kitchen, but today he was quiet.

“You seem bothered by something. Did I upset you?” you asked. His hair made a swishing noise as he turned to you.

“Why would you have upset me?”

“I don’t know. I always seem to, anyway,” you said with a tiny chuckle, taking a bite of your food.

“Not today, you didn’t. I’m dealing with something personal.”

“You can tell me if you want. I’m a person, you know.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes at your playful demeanor. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Because it’s about you, okay?”

His eyes grew wide when he realized he admitted that out loud. You chewed quietly, hoping he would continue.

“The way you and Todo effortlessly get along, I don’t understand it. I’m envious of your relationship with him. Sometimes I wish…” He stopped for a second. “All of the time I wish that was you and me. I want to be the one that makes your eyes light up like that.”

“Noritoshi, I never knew you felt that way,” you responded after a few seconds of silence.

“Yeah, that was sort of my goal,” he replied, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck.

“I’ve actually had a crush on you for a long time,” you said bashfully, surprising him further. “Would you maybe wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

“If you still have feelings for me after my lame confession,” a small smile appearing on his lips, “then I’d be even more of a fool to turn you down.”

Todo:

Standing in line to meet your favorite idol, you and Aoi were brimming with excited energy. You loved that you could bond with your boyfriend over your mutual love for Takada, including doing all of the super fan activities like waiting in line for hours on end. You turned around to look at the buildings behind you, wanting a view different from the one you’d been staring at since early that morning.

“Woah, seeing your face for the first time was like a breath of the finest spring air. You’re stunning,” said the man directly behind you in line. You couldn’t believe he was hitting on you with your six-foot-something, muscly beast of a boyfriend standing next to you, but you took the comment in stride—it didn’t hurt to be complimented by others every once in awhile! Todo never cared either, nor were you bothered by the looks of admiration he received from men and women alike while you two strolled any given street.

“You’re very kind, thank you,” you responded. He asked what your favorite song of Takada’s was, and from there you two engaged in small talk. He was super nice and very interesting, telling you facts about the various buildings in the downtown area you were at, along with lesser known Takada trivia.

“Next time Takada is in town,” he started, “we should go to the event together. If I could get your number-”

All of a sudden, Aoi turned around and cracked his knuckles, an intimidating look present on his face.

“You better back off or I’ll make sure all your teeth are missing in your meet and greet photo with Takada-chan,” he told the man, who let out a scared squeal, gulping and nodding. Aoi put a protective arm around your shoulder as he spun you forward once more.

“I never thought I’d see the day of you being jealous,” you teased, leaning your head against him.

“Me neither, but I guess that’s the only con of having such an attractive partner,” he replied, a determined expression on his face. “No one can get between my love for you and Takada-chan.”

Ino:

You were standing in line at a cafe with Ino, eager to get your hands on a warm drink to ease the bite of the winter chill. Snuggling up to the man next to you, you leaned your head against his shoulder while waiting in the impossibly long line. Ino gave your forehead a chaste kiss but pulled away in an instant.

“Babe! Your skin is freezing!” he all but yelled.

“You’re being dramatic,” you said with an eye roll. Without a second thought, he reached for your hands and, upon feeling the cold skin there as well, let go immediately.

“Your hands are freezing, too! Lemme buy you some gloves.”

“Ino, that’s really not necessary, I’m fine-”

“Be right back! Order for me, would ya?” he called out, leaving you shaking your head in amusement. That man would steal the sun for you if he thought you needed the extra light to read.

As you predicted, the line was at a standstill for quite awhile. You twiddled your thumbs as you waited for either Ino to come back and entertain you or for you to finally occupy your cold mouth with a hot drink. After many minutes of boredom, the line started moving and it was your turn to order. You told the employee the two drinks you wanted and paid, thanking him.

“What’s the name for the drinks?” he asked, eyeing you in a manner you found a bit suspicious.

“Y/n.”

“I’ll let you know when those are ready, y/n,” he answered, putting an uncomfortable emphasis on your name.

“…Yeah. Thanks,” you said apprehensively.

As you waited for the drinks to be made, you anxiously glanced around but there was no sign of Ino. Maybe gloves weren’t easy to find around this neighborhood?

After what felt like another eternity, your name was called and you approached the drink counter. The employee handed you the drinks and you tried to ignore the glaringly obvious phone number.

“Call me sometime, yeah?” he suggested, a smirk resting on his lips.

You glanced at the cup with his phone number scrawled on it, raising your eyebrows. “Thanks so much for that. Since this is his drink, I’ll let my boyfriend know you’re interested in him.”

“Oh-that’s not-I didn’t-” the employee floundered with embarrassment as you left with a laugh, taking your drinks to Ino who must have made his way back into the cafe sometime during the whole ordeal.

“Here’s a pair of gloves,” Ino greeted you, his smile not at all reaching his eyes like it normally does. You thanked him profusely as you set his drink in front of him and put on the gloves, relishing in the warmth they brought you.

“What’s wrong? You seem sad. Did something happen while you were out?” you questioned, worried for him.

“No, no. It’s nothing. I’m being dumb.”

You furrowed your brows and took a sip of your drink. “No way it’s nothing. I can tell something’s bothering you. I wanna help.”

“Well, I…” Ino stopped and took in a deep breath. “You were laughing with that employee and I see that he gave you his phone number and now I’m feeling a type of way about it.”

Ino looked away, almost ashamed as he sipped from his drink as well. You quickly reached for his unoccupied hand.

“Oh, Ino, you have it all wrong. I was laughing at him for putting his number on your drink. I certainly wasn’t interested in him and you have nothing to be jealous over.” You gave his hand a squeeze as his big eyes looked into yours. “You’re the only man I could ever want. You’re the one who treats me like royalty. Who else would brave the cold like you did to buy me a pair of gloves when I have too many pairs that I left at home?”

“Probably not that guy,” Ino mumbled, his cheeks pink.

“Definitely not that guy,” you said with a smile, bringing his hand to your lips and giving it a kiss. “Now, enjoy your drink. I had to brave his idiocracy to get it to you.”

Gojo:

You didn’t know what kind of gods were listening to you or what kind of magic you possessed, but somehow you managed to have both Gojo and Nanami over at your place for dinner one night. You were close friends with both and loved to hang out with them any time you could.

You and Nanami were currently chopping up vegetables while Gojo watched from afar, playing games on his phone. You and Nanami worked quietly and efficiently while Gojo huffed.

“Am I going to be banished over here forever?” he wondered.

“Yes,” you and Nanami answered in tandem, moving around each other perfectly as you dumped the vegetables into a pan and he put the scraps in the compost bin.

“It’s not fair. I’m an adult too, you know,” he complained. Nanami gave you a look before raising an eyebrow at Gojo.

“Are we sure about that?” he said, earning another grumble from Gojo.

“Satoru, you can help me cook the meat if you’d like,” you offered, not wanting to ostracize the poor man. It’s not his fault he’s horrible at cooking! Maybe if you supervised, he’d learn something today.

He learned that fire alarms are loud and you should never pour water on a grease fire.

“That could’ve gone… worse,” you reasoned, looking at the charred pile of what once was food in your pan.

Nanami pulled his apron off and his phone out. “I’m getting us takeout. I’ll be back in a half hour or so.” He pointed at Gojo as he stood in the doorway. “You better not burn this place down.”

When the door clicked closed, Gojo let out a long sigh as he put his head in his hands.

“I can’t believe I messed that up. You guys make cooking look so easy, especially when you’re in the kitchen together.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Satoru,” you told him, trying to salvage your pan, “we’ve cooked together a lot over the years. It doesn’t happen overnight.”

“The way you two moved together in sync. When I saw that I just wished it was…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, opting to rest his head against the table he was sitting at. You felt a tug at your heartstrings seeing him so dejected.

“Wished it was what?” you questioned, walking over to him and resting your hand on his back.

“Us,” he said plainly, lifting his head and blindfold up, his blue eyes sparkling. “I wish it was you and I like that. A team. Watching you and Nanami made me realize how much I want to spend my time with you, y/n. Be with you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Are you serious?”

“For one of the first times in my life, yes,” he replied, his lips upturned in a smile.

You moved your hand from his back to his hair, ruffling it. “I’d like to be with you too, Satoru. We can figure out the logistics of what that means for us after our first task as a couple, which is to clean the pan you obliterated.”

“Can’t I just buy you a new one?” he groaned, standing up to help you.

“Nope.”

“I really do hate cooking.”

Geto:

With dropping temperatures came the chance for you to show off your warmest jackets as you strolled around the cold city streets. Today, you were wearing one of your favorites, made out of cozy, teddy bear-like fabric. You and Suguru had been walking along the streets together but he had stepped inside a shop to buy you both a hot drink. You opted to stand outside in the brisk air, enjoying the winter season to its fullest.

“Excuse me,” a man said, coming up to you, “I hate to bother you but I wanted to tell you I liked your jacket.”

“Oh! Thank you,” you replied, caught off guard by his compliment. He asked you a question and you two fell into conversation, the man helping you pass the time before your boyfriend was by your side once more.

“This might sound strange, but can I touch your jacket? It looks really soft,” he wondered, looking bashful.

“Go ahead,” you nodded, totally unbothered. He cautiously brought his fingertips to your arm and felt the fabric. Unfortunately for him, it was really bad timing.

“Step aside or I’ll rip your dirty fingers off your shameful hands one by one and force feed them to you,” Suguru chimed in, appearing before the man with a disconcertingly calm smile. The stranger scurried off, a look of horror stuck to his facial features, but he luckily survived this encounter with your boyfriend so you figured he’d be fine.

“Are you alright, my dear?” asked Suguru, handing you the two drinks while he straightened your jacket.

“I am, thank you. You’re scary when you’re jealous,” you observed, your stomach fluttering with butterflies over his display of protectiveness.

“Oh? That’s good to know,” he hummed airily, taking his drink in one hand and your hand in his other one. “That filth was lucky to escape with his life today. I was hesitant to do anything that might have spilled our drinks.”

“Thank you for this, by the way,” you said, gesturing to the cup.

“Anything for my one and only. Now, where did you buy that jacket? I’m going to get you a new one that’s unsoiled.”

Nanami:

“Y/nnnnn! I’m boredddd. You and Nanami should come shopping with me!”

Gojo was practically whining at you through the cellphone speaker. You rolled your eyes as you looked over at Kento, your boyfriend shoving his nose deeper into the morning newspaper he was reading.

“I don’t think Kento’s in the mood to go out right now, Satoru.”

“Well, how about you? C’mon, please?”

“Hold on. I’ll check with Kento.”

“Aww, do you need his permission-”

You ignored the teasing from the white haired man as Kento gave you a nod.

“That’s fine by me if you’d like to go. I have work to finish anyway.”

“Thank you,” you mouthed to him before answering Gojo. “Meet me at the train station in 10?”

“I’ll get there in 8,” he replied, ending the call. You gave Kento a kiss and left your shared apartment.

Late that evening you returned home, your arms full of bags.

“I take it you had a good time?” questioned Kento, his arms folded and eyebrows slightly raised. “You were gone quite some time.”

“Oh my gosh we had such a great time! Satoru took me everywhere. We started…”

As you recounted your day excitedly, Nanami’s heart felt heavier and heavier. Noticing his quietness, you stopped in your tracks.

“Kento? Are you alright?”

He sighed. “It’s nothing, really. It’s… juvenile.”

Your eyes softened as you took a seat next to him. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Another sigh. “You had a lovely outing with Gojo but I can’t remember the last time we had that much fun together. I’m… jealous of the way he has you smiling so much.”

“Kento, honey,” you soothed, putting your hand on his, “there’s no need to be jealous. Yes, my time with Satoru was exhilarating, but it was extremely exhausting. I much prefer the fun you and I have together; the kind that’s comfortable and familiar. You make me smile first thing in the morning all the way to the time I sleep and even in my dreams. You’re my favorite person to be with in this whole world and I’m sorry if my actions led you to assume otherwise.”

“You’re right. I was being silly. I’m sorry, too,” he said, the tips of his ears turning red from embarrassment.

“Hey, I got you a little something when I was out,” you told him, reaching into one of your bags. You pulled out a box and gave him a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much,” he murmured against your lips, pulling you in close.

Choso:

After looking through the peephole, you answered your door with a warm smile.

“Please, come in!”

Your landlord had come to collect your rent. He was a good natured guy with a kind wife and new baby; his apartment complex was nice as well, as was the reasonable price he charged per month so you had no complaints. You always liked to make small talk with him while you procured the envelope of cash you had lying around since he made for good company. You two spoke for a little while before you opened the door and said goodbye, knowing your boyfriend Choso should be coming up your steps at any moment.

All Choso saw as he walked up your stairs was a handsome young man leaving your apartment, making you laugh on his way out.

He didn’t like it.

At all.

“Who might you be?” he questioned the man, his voice carrying an underlying tinge of displeasure.

Your landlord put his hand out for Choso to shake. “I’m-”

“I’m Choso, y/n’s boyfriend,” he said with a glare, putting an emphasis on the last word. “We’ve been together for a while. A long while. Just so you know.”

“Choso,” you interjected before things could get any more awkward, “this is my landlord.”

Like a light was switched on in his brain, Choso’s eyes widened and he grasped your landlord’s hand that was still stretched out.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he told him sheepishly, obviously embarrassed.

“You as well, Choso. If you’ll both excuse me, I have to get home to my wife and child. Have a great rest of your morning.”

As your landlord left down the steps, Choso was already inside, slumped on the couch.

“I’m such an idiot,” he groaned. You let out a tiny giggle.

“You went in pretty strong there, but I can’t say I blame you. It must’ve looked weird seeing a guy come out of my apartment so early in the morning. I would’ve been jealous too if I were in your shoes.”

“I wasn’t jealous!” he replied.

You raised your eyebrows. “Really? The way you emphasized boyfriend? Saying we’ve been together a long while? I would’ve thought you were going to fight him if I didn’t intervene.”

“I would’ve,” Choso spoke without hesitation.

“If he ever raises the rent,” you said, kissing his cheek, “I’ll gladly support that.”

Toji:

You were on your way to have lunch with your friend Toji when an attractive man your age waltzed up to you and struck up conversation as you walked to the cafe. Since you were single and he was cute enough, you let him entertain you on your journey. You could tell he was turning on the charm as much as he could, making you laugh at his silly quips. That lasted all the way until you bid him farewell when Toji came into view. Looking dejected at the goodbye, your admirer sauntered away.

“I didn’t get his number,” you thought to yourself, “what a shame. Oh well.”

You greeted Toji with a hug, his strong arms wrapping around you.

“I’m starving! Let’s order,” you told him, already browsing the menu the restaurant had posted outside.

“After you then,” Toji replied, opening the door for you.

You both ordered your food at the counter and sat at a table, talking about what you both had been up to in the time you hadn’t seen each other. You noticed Toji’s gaze wander away from you every so often, but you thought nothing of it—he had a very protective nature so he was probably keeping an eye on people he deemed suspicious. You got your answer of who he was watching at the end of your meal when your story about dinner with your friends was interrupted by Toji’s booming voice.

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, huh?” Toji asked aggressively to someone over your shoulder. You looked over to find the man that was flirting with you had taken up a seat in the booth diagonal to you and Toji, and must have been staring at you throughout your lunch.

“Oh, now you wanna act coy? You were a big man the past half hour, eyeing them up,” he snarled, jabbing a thumb your way. “We got a problem or not?”

“No! No problem, sir!” The man all but ran out of the restaurant, not even sparing you a second glance. You rolled your eyes at his cowardice; he’d never find a partner if he couldn’t find his backbone. Toji leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms in annoyance.

“Now I can finish my meal in peace. It was difficult to eat in the presence of that lovesick loser.”

“Hey,” you scolded, “is it that sickening to know someone has a crush on me?”

“Yeah, actually, it is,” he responded, leaning in. “I don’t want to see another man looking at you like that.”

You furrowed your brow. “Another man-? Toji, are you jealous or something?”

“What? No, no way. That’s ridiculous,” he said defensively, but you noticed the way he started shoveling food into his mouth to avoid further conversation.

“So if I said that guy flirted with me the entire walk over here? That wouldn’t make you feel anything?”

“I’d feel annoyed that he bothered you,” he said between bites of his meal.

“And if I wasn’t annoyed? If I liked him coming onto me strongly like that, if he gave me his phone number?”

Toji’s fists clenched at that. “He better not have.”

“What would it matter to you?” you challenged, not backing down.

“Fine! Maybe I do like you. So what?” he barked. “It makes me angry that guys approach you. If that’s jealousy, then yeah, I’m jealous. Now, will you stop your interrogation like I’m some sorta kid in trouble?”

A grin showed up on your face with this newfound knowledge. “Last question, Mr. Fushiguro: what would you do if I said I liked you too?”

He finally looked up from his bowl of noodles. “I’d ask if you were being serious.”

“I am.”

Toji put his chopsticks down and smirked. “In that case, I’d kiss you like I’ve been wanting to for a long time now and then chase down the dude that thought he could get away with flirting with my partner like that.”

[stsgooo]

Look at Him.

✩࿐ summary: your attempts at reentering the dating scene is foiled by your ex-husband.

warning(s): past relationship, clingy!gojo, ex-husband!gojo, co-parenting situation, crack fic. wc; 1.6k

pairing(s): gojo satoru x fem!reader

a/n: this is purely just a goof fic because i've put nothing but angst out there so far sooo have a laugh. hope yall enjoy :3

“So, what do you do for a living?”

"A teacher."

"Oh, wow! What grade, subject?"

"Uh, highschoolers and the subject kinda varies on the day."

"Like a substitute teacher?"

"Um....sure, yeah! Substitute teacher."

"That's awesome. Mad respect, kids can be demons."

You were quickly discovering that the dating field had changed in the five years that you had been married. An endless back and forth about what someone did, what's their favorite color, what's their hobbies. Boring questions that you would ask your students on the first day was used in over the table date conversation. Until, until, they got to that question they so desperately wanted to ask.

Would you want to take this back to my—

There was a vibration against your thigh as your date started to go onto a monologue about how much he disliked kids. In all honesty, you couldn't really remember his name. The introductions had been awkward and a little nerve wracking— you were almost sure he had no idea who you were either.

You tugged your phone out of your pocket and resisted the audible sigh that threatened to leave you when you saw the notification.

Satoru please tell me why my beautiful, radiant, amazing, intelligent daughter just said her mommy is on a date. feeling sick to my stomach, don't tell me this is true.

You rolled your eyes. Your ex-husband had always been so overdramatic. His main focus was always on the bit that could come from a situation. However, this was a quality you do used to admire about him. His ability to make any situation seem like it was a funny happenstance that you'd never encounter again.

Now, it was nothing more than a nuisance.

Satoru oh my god, you left me on read. it's true. it's true. i hope you know i just threw up. i threw up everywhere. i might die. at least, tell me he's ugly. please god let him to be ugly.

A sigh, you typed out the quickest message you could without your date asking what's wrong.

You I hope you're not ignoring said daughter to ask me about some date. I'll be home later, please refrain from texting me.

You were about to set your phone down when another text came through. This one appeared to more distraught than the last.

Satoru o h your tone. it's over. it's really over. i might just kill myself this is the worst night of my life. y/n, i'm genuinely feeling sick. please, is he ugly? he must be boring because you're texting back.

You were almost inclined to remind Satoru you both had been divorced for a year already. That this was bound to happen and you two had, in fact, spoken about it months into the divorce. You had played with some 'what if's and there was a mutual agreement that the other wouldn't get jealous and be dramatic about the other getting in a relationship whenever the time comes. It was a surprisingly adult conversation.

You should've known better when Satoru proudly proclaimed he didn't care who you got involved with.

You Satoru, we talked about this. We're adults and we're divorced. Please bother someone else, like Suguru.

Satoru i don't wanna talk to suguru. i wanna talk to youuu (;﹏;) i can't believe you've done this. ten years. ten years of loyalty. im sick to my stomach.

You You asked for the divorce.

"Is everything okay?"

You eyes snapped up from your phone and towards your date. He had the good grace to be wearing a relatively concerned expression, eyeing you wearily.

You quickly tucked your phone back into your pocket, ignoring the insistent vibrations it gave to smile apologetically. "I'm sorry, my daughter had an accident and I had to, you know, send a quick text to her babysitter." It was easier to explain away a daughter than it was a clingy ex-husband who was well in his dissent into insanity. Really, you were doing this guy a favor keeping him in the dark.

However, his face still paled and he straightened. "You have a kidI'm so, so sorry. I just went on a two minute rant about how much kids are equivalent to demons." He seemed to spiral as he pressed his hands against his face, uttering curses to himself. "I get so nervous with these dates. I truly meant nothing by it."

You smiled in amusement, "It's no problem, really. I'm not exactly disagreeing." He peeked from between his fingers and blinked at you dumbly. "Just because I'm a parent doesn't mean I don't agree. I mean, my kid can be a bit much sometimes. I love her, but she's a lot like her dad in that way."

It always made your chest blossom. The way Saori was a carbon copy of Satoru. From the rambunctious personality, to the piercing blue eyes, and white hair. Your genes hadn't won in the battle, but you were almost grateful. Satoru tried to tell you that she had your smile and your wit, but you weren't entirely convinced. She was Satoru and Satoru was her.

You were extremely lucky that he was a good dad.

"Oh? Do you mind me asking if her dad's still around?" His tone was indication enough: a daughter and an ex of some kind was pushing it for him.

You tensed up, feeling deep regret already. "Uh, yeah." His eyes shifted away and you reached forward, taking his hand. "But, he's not, like, crazy or anything! He's just a good dad."

Your date chuckled nervously. "I-I just don't want to get involved in some, um, some family dynamic."

You thought it was a little presumptuous of him to think this would go that far, or he'd get in the way. But you were too focused on defusing the situation.

"Oh, no, it's not like that! We've got a healthy balance, y'know? He does his piece, I do mine— that's it!"

He scrunched his face. "So... an open relationship?"

"No!" You press your hands against your face with a huff. "No, we're not together anymore. We just co-parent."

He opened his mouth to further question you when your phone vibrated very audibly. His eyebrows raising. "Your daughter?"

You sighed. "Please give me one moment."

With jerky movements, you pull your phone from your pocket. The assortment of messages that came where spread over the ten minutes you decided to ignore him.

Satoru okay, you've got me there. but my big heart is breaking. i hope he's ugly and he smells. okay, i spoke with suguru and he said i'm an idiot who should apologize. in my defense, i'm a little itty bitty drunk. and no, saori is not awake. papa put her to bed before bringing out the whiskey. im so sorry my beautiful deity. that not ugly, not smelly man is so lucky to be in your presence and i hope you have a good date. also i hope he gets hit my a car. (＾▽＾)

You I'm going to kill you with my bare hands. Genuinely, count your days, Gojo Satoru.

Satoru hot, hot, hot!!! (●´□`)♡ did he actually get hit by a car?

You Is there something you want?

Satoru him dead. and you home :((((

You You don't want me home. I swear to god, if you're on my couch, drinking when I get home, I will ruin your life.

Satoru promise??? ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ but, actually, i wanted to ask your opinion on something

You For real?

Satoru for realsies. [Image Attachment]

Completely blinded by your irritation, you don't even hesitate to open the picture as it loads. Although you regret it the moment it does.

It's a picture of Satoru. He's at what seems to be the beach (must've been the fun activity him and Saori were going to join Suguru for), his sunglasses were on the top of his head, and he was grinning at the picture. One hand was resting against his pectoral and the veins in his hand was prominent. An obvious attempt at being charming and flirtatious. It was working too.

If it weren't for the fact that you knew him and were his ex, you might've just swooned.

"Oh, my god, is that him?" Your date was staring at your phone with wide eyes. His face even more pale than before. He started to shake his head as he stood, snatching his jacket from the back of his chair. "No way. I am not getting involved! I'm sorry, you're a nice woman, but I know when I'm not winning. And I'm definitely not winning against that."

Your eyes widened considerably, "What? No! Please don't leave. He's an idiot, I swear there's nothing—"

"He is... a hunk. I am not. In no shape or form am I at all comparable to that. Look—" He reached forward, grabbing your phone and holding the picture up to be beside his face. "Look at the difference! Model who has won Japan's hottest man at least eight times before he's 30 to me— Look at him!"

"It's not even like that!" You snatched your phone back and stared at him in frustration. "He's my ex, I do not want him!"

He waved his hands in front of your face. "I know how this will go. You think you like me and then your super hot and super sexy ex-whatever makes you realize the familiarity is good. Then I get dumped." He straightened, latching his hands onto the lapels of his jacket. "I just realized I am a side character. In my own life. Goddammit."

He barely glanced at you as he paid for the dinner, then left as quickly as he could. Still, you didn't even know his name.

Satoru oooo taking you awhile to respondddd still in love with me? (人◕ω◕)

[slayfics]

Katsuki holds your hand.

1,100 words~

You adjusted to get more comfortable on the couch while the boys continued their conversation about today's training.

"If you ask me, we really showed what Class 1A can do today, that's all I'm saying," Denki said concluding his point.

"I agree everyone did their best today," Hanta said nodding.

Katsuki came into the common room and made his way over to join the conversation. He sat down at the furthest possible spot away from you on the couch. Even though you two had been in some type of undefined relationship for a while, he never showed any indication of it around others.

You rolled your eyes at his decision to sit so far away from you.

"Oh, hey Kacchan, we were just talking about how awesome everyone was in the training today. Especially me with my smart thinking~," Denki said with his usual sly smile.

"Tch- you're really thinking a lot of yourself after that aren't you?" Katsuki huffed out.

"Hey come on, you guys are always making fun of me for being dumb so- I gotta gloat my wins when I can, right?" Denki responded.

"Awe Kaminari~ we only make fun of you because that face you make when you fry your brain is so cute~," you said leaning over to pinch his cheek.

"Hey cut it out!" He exclaimed and swatted your hand away, a bright red blush illuminating his face.

Katsuki grunted and got up walking back to the elevator for the dorm rooms.

"You're leaving already?! You just got here man!" Eijiro called after him.

"Yeah, it's late," he said without turning around and continuing to walk to the elevators.

You jumped up and followed him to the elevator. The boys eyed you but didn't say anything and continued their conversation.

"The hell are you following me for?" Katsuki asked grumpily pressing the elevator button.

"No way you're going to bed, it's too early even for you," you observed.

The elevator opened and you both stepped in, "What do you care? Just go back," he spoke, waiting for you to exit, but instead you leaned over and pressed the button to his floor.

The elevator closed giving you both some privacy, "Why don't you just say you're jealous?" You asked bluntly, turning to Katsuki.

"HA?!" he exclaimed, turning to you, fury in his eyes.

"Come on you think that wasn't obvious? You got up as soon as I made that flirty comment at Kaminari," You challenged him.

The elevator opened up to his floor and Katsuki stormed out.

"Don't ignore me!" You yelled following after him.

Katsuki opened his dorm door and let out an annoyed huff of air when you slipped in under his arm.

"You can't run away from me you know," You declared. Katsuki angrily slammed his door and pulled your wrist up above your head, pinning you against the door. Any other person might have been afraid, but Katsuki's angry outbursts didn't faze you anymore.

His face was just inches away from yours and you could see the anger that flashed in his eyes ignited by his jealousy, "You know I fucking hate when you do that."

"Do what?" You asked, playing innocent as if you didn't intentionally flirt with Denki to piss him off.

"Don't play dumb with me," He growled. "You're so god damn flirty and it pisses me off, makes those extras think they have a chance with you. Especially dunce face, I hate the way he looks at you. Makes me want to explode the shit out of him. You're mine you know that!"

"Well- maybe they wouldn't look at me that way if they knew," You challenged him.

Katsuki let go of your wrist and stepped a few paces back from you, "I told you I'm not good at this shit." He said, crossing his arms.

"I'm not either Katsuki- but you sat the furthest away you could have from me down there-,"

"The fuck does that matter?? I was just sitting on the couch. Why the hell are you like that anyway? Do you like dunce face or something?" He asked.

You let out a sigh, "No of course not, I like you. I only did it because it pisses you off," You let out a small laugh. "I just want your attention that's all," you answered honestly.

"Tch- my attention? What a dumb ass way to go about it." He huffed.

"Told you, I'm not good at this stuff either. What if- I'll stop my playful comments if you make it obvious that there's... something between us," you proposed.

"Like what? You want me to hold your goddamn hand or something?" he asked.

Your eyes blinked wide. You were going to suggest just having him sit next to you on the couch next time- but this was much better.

"Yeah that's- that's good," you said trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You didn't want Katsuki to see how much that actually meant to you.

"Fine, now get out, it actually is late now I gotta sleep," He grumbled.

You moved closer and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Sure thing Grandpa," you teased, and laughed as you left his room and made your way back to yours.

The following day, you sat in the common room around the usual couches the boys chose to hang out on.

"Man, today's lesson went way over my head, did any of you get it?" Eijiro asked looking distressed.

"Nope- Ectoplasm's lecture was impossible to follow," Denki said.

You were about to respond when you noticed Katsuki making his way to the couches. The boys continued their conversation while you eyed Katsuki, wondering if he'd stay true to his word. Katsuki silently sat next to you. Both hands tucked deep into his sweat pockets he looked away from the group.

"Bakugo, you're going to have to tutor all of us on the lesson today!" Eijiro exclaimed.

"Sure whatever-" Katsuki said still looking away from the group.

Eijiro looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong, but decided not to push his friend and continued his conversation with Denki.

Without warning Katsuki pulled out his hand from his pocket and quickly grabbed yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. You looked down at your hands and then back up at him. He was still facing away from the group and his leg was bouncing up and down nervously.

Eijiro stopped mid-sentence at the sight.

"WHAT!?" Katsuki barked snapping his head to Eijiro.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Eijiro said quickly. He knew Katsuki well enough to know better than to make it a big deal.

The boys silently looked at each other and then back at you two stealing glances.

"If someone says a goddamn word I'm exploding them," Katsuki mumbled and turned to look away from the group again.

"So, anyway that lesson was awful," you said, encouraging the group to pick back up the conversation and not make a scene about Katsuki holding your hand.

"Yeah right-," Denki said and continued complaining about the rest of the day.

Katsuki gave your hand a slight squeeze, showing his appreciation.

Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a @bakugouswaif

[mainstreamangel]

SEE YOU AGAIN

P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Paige is going insane, she feels like she's been struck by Cupid's arrow.

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): N/A

WC: 1.2k

Part I / Part II

Paige groaned into her pillow. She was currently in her room while Azzi sat on the floor.

"She's literally our friend why are you like this?" Azzi rolled her eyes.

"Because she's so perfect and... attractive... and perfect.." Paige spat.

Not in a jealous tone but in a longing way. Ever since she met you she's felt nothing but butterflies. Your personality made her feel like she was always alone with you in an open world.

"Just tell her that you like her or you can shove your feelings up your-"

"Hey!" Paige flipped over and sent Azzi a half hearted glare.

A knock at the door caught both their attentions and as the hinges swung open, the door revealed you on the other side.

"We're going to go play some casual, wanna come?" You looked at Paige.

Paige looked at Azzi and Azzi just gave her a goofy grin.

"I don't-"

"We'll be there in 10." Azzi cut Paige off and gave you a small smile.

"Awesome. See you guys there, I'm riding with Chen so let her know if you wanna come too."

You softly close the door and Paige lets out a breath she didn't realise she was holding.

"Why'd you do that? I'm gonna make a fool out of myself in front of her. She's so pretty it's distracting." Paige complained.

"You're literally Paige Bueckers. You've hit several buzzer beaters in front of hundreds and thousands of people, and you're telling me your own teammate makes you as good as an unathletic stick? You must not deserve your spot on the team then Bueckers." Azzi stood up and flicked Paige's arm.

"Ow." Paige whined.

Paige and Azzi arrive at the training facility and already hear the sound of squeaky sneakers and baskets being made.

You were practicing your perfect 3's in your sports bra and a pair of UConn shorts. You lined up your shot and took a deep breath before tossing the ball towards the net.

"Paige!" One of her teammates call.

She tears her gaze away from your form and dap up whoever called her name.

"You, me, HUSKY? You down?" KK asked, spinning a ball on her finger.

Paige glanced back at your figure as you bounce the ball towards Azzi who had walked away to go talk to you.

"S" Paige groaned as she predicted her inaccurate shot.

"Man you suck."

Paige looked up from where she was and saw you standing, a little out of breath, with a ball under your arm

"No one is." Paige smiled.

She studied the rosy tint of your cheeks. Paige watched as you walked to where she just stood and lined up the same shot she had failed. A neat swish sounded nearby and you smirked at her.

"Guess you're just losing your touch."

Paige caught the ball that someone had passed to her and she held eye contact with you, walking back until her feet were planted behind the half court line. She took a deep breath and released the ball.

The ball flew through the air and landed deep through the net.

"Am I?" She smirked back.

You laughed and walked up to her offering her a handshake.

"Fine, I respect your talent P."

Paige's skin burned as she grabbed your hand. She's always had skin contact with you, through practice and games. But it never got easier, because she always felt the same butterflies since the very first day.

Most of her teammates had filtered out as the hours ticked by and then it was just you and her.

"Bet you can't do a cartwheel and then a logo shot before me." You challenged.

"That's not fair you know I can't do cartwheels." She whined.

"I know that's why I said it."

She laughed.

"Hold on I wanna record a TikTok. Break?" You asked.

She gave you a look.

"How did you go from cartwheels to TikTok?" She asked.

You shrugged and pull out your phone, opening the app. You fixed your appearance and dragged Paige in view.

"We're doing a fit check."

"But we're all sweaty. Shouldn't we have done that at the start?" She asked.

"Better late than never." You pressed record and started talking.

As your lips moved Paige couldn't help but watch you in awe. You were so angelic with the way you move and every shake of your body.

She snapped back to reality when she saw you turn in her direction waiting for her to give her outfit breakdown.

"Huh?" She asked.

"Your fit?" You smiled, giving her a weird questioning look.

"Oh yeah, uh top is from Nike, shout out Nike for providing the best wear, uh pants are from Nike as well, and jewelry; I have a hard time saying the word jewelry." Paige chuckled.

"Jewelry?" You attempted.

Both being from the Midwest you shared similar accents and found comfort in the common nostalgic moments that only certain areas could share whether it be the Midwest or the East Coast.

"Jewelry." You stumbled.

Paige laughed and finished her spiel before looking at you again with the same lovestruck look.

She watched as you ended the video and captioned it, tagged her and posted it.

"Wanna head back? It's late." You offered.

She smiled and shook her head. She gently grabbed your hand and brought you to the centre of the court.

"You remember this?" She asked.

You and Paige would sometimes slow dance on the place you proudly called your second home. Even though both of you weren't one for slow dancing you found comfort in it every so often because it reminded you to take a breather.

Life could get so busy and there wasn't ever time to stop because your fans needed you. The media needed you, and you needed each other.

Paige swayed your bodies slowly and softly to the sounds of silence.

"Paige I have something I need to say." You began, looking deep into her blue eyes.

"I love you. I mean I'm in love with you, I mean- shit." Paige stilled and internally winced at her confession.

Your eyes widened and you released yourself, standing in front of her.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have- look before you reject me, I guess I should just come clean. I can't ever stop thinking about you. Like that sounds so fucking creepy I just realised but it's true like you're always crossing my mind and I wonder if you look both ways so that you don't get hit you know. By my mental cars, because my brain never stops you know? That's a weird reference but I guess that's just how I feel."

She wanted to just run away. But instead she watched as you put your arms around her and smile softly at her.

"Been waiting for you to say that, you know? I see the way you look at me and I look at you the same way. I always feel like I got struck by like cupid's arrow or something. Whenever we have practice and stuff I just get distracted because you look so... edible during it and I always have very not so cordial thoughts about you I admit."

Paige laughed and placed a soft kiss on your head.

"Can I take you out on a date then? Of course before our next game."

"Make it worth my while and perhaps I'll see you again."

[itoshiabi]

His Biggest Win

Summary: After losing the match against Bastard München, you tried to cheer Shidou up but you two ended up having rough sex in the locker instead.....

"And that's the final whistle! Bastard München clinches a hard-fought victory with a 3-2 scoreline against Paris X Gen!"

The referee's whistle echoes across the stadium as the commentator announces the triumph of Bastard München.

"Tch... That damn Isagi and Kaiser..."

Shidou huffs with annoyance as he tries to steady his breathing. Looking at the bastards of Bastard Munchen celebrating their victory flares up his irritation more.

Normally he's not like this. His satisfied with the lost if he can play at his heart's constant and can enjoy the game. He did enjoyed today's game too... And scored a goddamn goal too along with the long eyelash's little brother. It was a peak game and he was horny the whole time because of just how the exciting the game was......

But this loss stings differently. Not when you're sitting in the VIP section, watching him. Not when he wanted to win for you.

As his eyes meet yours, a flicker of warmth crosses his features. You smile brightly, waving at him, your expression brimming with pride. Then, you blow him a playful kiss, silently reassuring him.

You had seen every moment of his performance—how fiercely he played, how he dominated on the field. For you, it didn’t matter that his team lost. Shidou had shone brighter than anyone else on that pitch, and you can't be any prouder.

Catching your flying kiss, Shidou smirks in return, his signature mix of arrogance and charm. Without another word, he turns and heads to the locker room with his teammates. Not wanting to wait anymore, you too quickly make your way toward the locker room area. Your heart races with anticipation and you're ready to remind him just how incredible he truly is.

Shidou is always angry, but he's only a little bit calm and gentle when he's with you. He always tries to be kind to you, to control his horny side whenever he's with you.

Only because you're a sweetheart, HIS sweetheart.....

But as you enter the locker room with the proud big smile on your face, wearing HIS jersey......

He couldn't control himself anymore.

"Ryo.... Baby.... You were awesome....."

You exclaim cheerfully as you jump on your half naked boyfriend who's just wearing his shorts. Shidou catches you immediately and you wrap your arms around his neck while you press a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I'm so proud of you baby....."

You say as you wrap your leg around his waist and blush slightly feeling his arousal against your thighs. Shidou presses you against the locker and smirks proudly....m Not because of the goal... But because he's proud about the fact that he's the reason of the cute pink blush on your cheeks.

"Damn it, baby, what the hell would I do without you?"

Shido smirks, closing the door of the locker and lowering his pants immediately. He never likes to delay.

He's aroused now, inpatient too...... And the only thing that can calm him down was good sex, and you understand that too.

"Baby.... What if your teammates will suddenly see us? Or hear us?"

You ask as you hug his neck tightly and you blush feelings his hard dick against your clothed pussy. The suffocating environment of the locker is making you feel more hotter now.

Shidou chuckles darkly, gripping your hips tighter as he grinds himself against you.

"Let 'em watch, let 'em hear," Shido growls, his breath hot against your ear. "They're just jealous they don't have a sexy girlfriend like me."

With a swift motion, he pulls his jersey off your body, smirking proudly. His hands immediately cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.

"Fuck, you're so damn perfect" he groans, leaning in to capture your mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. His tongue invades, claiming every inch of your mouth as his own.

You moan into the kiss, your body trembling with desire as he gropes you roughly. Your hands slide up his chest to tangle in his hair, tugging gently as your tongues dance together.

"Mmm... Ryo" you breathe out between kisses, your voice husky with need. "We shouldn't... here..."

But even as you say it, you're arching into his touch, your nipples hardening under his palms. The thrill of being caught, of doing something so naughty and forbidden, sends a shiver down your spine.

"Oh, but we totally should," Shido argues, his fingers deftly unhooking your bra. "No one's gonna bother us for a few minutes. They know better than to mess with me when I've got a hard-on."

He tosses your bra aside, his gaze devouring the sight of your bare breasts. Without hesitation, he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as his hand massages the other.

"Mmm, fuck yeah" he murmurs against your skin, sending vibrations through you. "Gonna make you scream my name."

"Oh god, yes!" You whimper, your eyes closed as you lean back against the wall of the locker, hips rocking instinctively against his hardened dick. You glance around frantically through the hole of the locker door, hoping no one stumbles upon you two. But the locker room is eerily quiet, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. You relax a little and moan softly, caressing his hair as he keeps sucking your nipple.

"Make love to me right here, Shido. This is what you deserve after scoring that damn awesome goal."

He releases your nipple with a pop, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to your breast before he smirks up at you.

"That's the spirit, baby." Shido praises, his voice low and gravelly with arousal. "You're so fucking sexy when you beg for it. And I'll give you exactly what you want" he promises, reaching between you to undo your shorts. He yanks them down along with your panties, leaving you bare and exposed.

"Gonna fill you up so good, make you forget about everything but my dick....."

He lines himself up against you, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. With a deep grunt, he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one powerful stroke.

"Ryo......." You cry out in ecstasy as he fills you completely, your walls clenching around his thick length. The sudden intrusion makes you see stars and you cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuuuck, you feel incredible" Shidou groans, his hips starting to move in a relentless rhythm. "So tight and wet, just for me."

The lockers creak ominously as he pounds into you, each thrust driving you harder against the unforgiving surface. Your cries of pleasure echo through the empty room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Yes, oh god, yes!" You moan shamelessly, meeting his fierce thrusts with your own desperate bucking of hips. Your  head falls back against the lockers, your hair whipping wildly as he takes you with primal intensity.

"You're mine, all mine" Shido growls, his voice raw with possession "Never forget that, baby."

His words send a thrill through you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he fucks you with reckless abandon. The force of his thrusts shakes the lockers, and you're sure someone must have heard by now, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"That's right, you're mine too" you pant, your voice high and breathy. "And I'm yours, Ryo.... Forever and always."

Your words seem to spur him on, and he drive into you even harder, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside with each stroke. The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until you're teetering on the edge of climax.

Shido's pace becomes erratic, his hips slamming against yours as he chases his own release.

"Come on, baby, let go" he urges, his voice strained with effort. "I wanna feel you squeeze my cock when you cum."

His words are enough to push you over the brink. With a keening wail, you convulse around him, your inner muscles clamping down on his throbbing shaft as waves of pleasure crash over you. The intensity of your orgasm seems to trigger his own, and with a guttural roar, he buries himself to the hilt and spills inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

As the aftershocks subside, Shido slowly eases out of you, his softening cock slipping free with a wet plop. He keeps you pinned against the lockers, his body still pressed intimately to yours, as if reluctant to break contact.

"Fucking amazing" he breathes, nuzzling into your neck. "You always know how to make me lose control."

After a moment, he carefully sets you down, helping you steady yourself on shaky legs. He gets out of the locker after wearing the his pants and checks if anyone's out there or not. Then he hands you some wet tissue as he helps you to clean yourself while he cleans himself too. After getting dressed and fixing your hair you both walk out of the locker room and you smile as you see his other teammates coming out of the shower room.

"Are you coming, Shidou-San? Or will you be with your girlfriend?"

Nanase asks as Shidou waves his hand with annoyance.

"Spare me for the night. I wanna be with my girlfriend."

You smile at Nanase as he nods back at you. Shidou practically pulls you towards him and forces you to walk out of the stadium.

"Tch... It always annoys me when you smile at another guy."

He says with annoyance as he wraps his arm around you neck and you smile.

"That's just courtesy, Ryo.... Anyways.... Let's go home.... I bet you're tired and need some sleep."

Shidou smirks widely and leans his face down towards yours.

"Just sleep?"

You blush and push his face away.

"Yes only sleep.... Because we both need that now."

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Grim - Blazing Jewel Vignette

"We'll cheer the loudest"

[Sewing Room]

Grim: This is where they're making the outfits for that Blazing Jewel music performance thing, right?

Grim: Crowley said the staff had to go to a meeting, so he's asked us to get everyone's measurements…

Grim: But no one's here, even though it's time for them to show up. They're all late!

???: Urgh… Nnnn…

Grim: Hm? Did you just say something?

1. Nope, nothing. 2. Wasn't that you?

???: Hhhhhhnnnng…!

[Lilia drags Idia in]

Idia: I don't wanna! There's too many people! I wanna go back to my room!

Lilia: You've already come all the way here, steel yourself, already. C'mon everyone, into the room, let's go.

Rook: Why, hello there, Trickster. And you as well, Monsieur Furball. Did we keep you waiting?

Cater: I know they said for all the juniors to come at this time to get measured for the upcoming performance…

Trey: But no matter how long we waited, we couldn't get the full party together. We had to go out searching for the guys who didn't show up.

Malleus: I received no notification of any measurements that were to take place.

Vil: That's just because you didn't see the message sent to your phone.

Leona: Ugh, this is more than a pain… We're here already, so let's get it over with.

Lilia: No need to rush! I know I can't wait to see all our matching outfits. I've been excited ever since I saw the designs drawn out.

Cater: Riiiight～? I bet we'd be a huge hit just standing around ♪ I bet we'd even hit the trending posts on Magicam!

Rook: Aaah, yes… To see every one shine brightly like a jewel under the bright lights… Just imagining it is beauté!

[chatter, chatter]

Grim: Hrrnn…

Grim: Hrrnnnngggh…!

1. What's wrong? 2. Oh, that look means…

Leona: Hey, now. Don't tell me this furball's jealous of us now, right?

Grim: I'M SO JEALOUS, YEAH!!!

Trey: That was surprisingly honest of you. …But actually, we thought you'd say that.

Grim: Huh?

Malleus: Here is a gift from us to both Grim and [Yuu].

Grim: Eh? Huh…Huh!?

Grim: MY OUTFIT'S SO COOL!!

1. Awesome! 2. We're matching!

Grim: HEY, YOU GOT CHANGED TOO!! You're second coolest-looking, next to me.

Grim: Hm? Hey, this outfit looks exactly like what they're wearing during the Blazing Jewel thing.

Idia: Wh-When we heard about the performance, it came up… That Grim-shi'd probably be jealous… Heh.

Lilia: So, we ended up deciding to give you two the Blazing Jewel outfits as a gift.

Trey: Crewel-sensei had a hand in making these, so it's not like they're magic that'll fade after a while. Don't worry.

Vil: I'll tell you this; a performance isn't just wearing fancy outfits and standing on a stage. A costume does not make or break anything.

Vil: …Having said that, we did think you deserved an appropriate reward for everything. Plus, it would be troublesome if Grim were to throw a tantrum.

Cater: Both of you look way better than I imagined! So cute～!

Leona: Hah, let's see if their insides match the outsides. You better be just as bright and energetic as the clothes you're wearing.

Grim: Myahaha! I'm so happy to get these cool clothes!

Grim: Isn't this great?

1. Thank you so much! 2. I can't wait for the performance!

Malleus: Yes, of course. I am elated you are pleased with this, more than anything. It means it was worth our preparation.

Grim: …Now that I think of it, how'd you get the right sizes for us? I don't remember getting measured, but it fits perfectly.

Rook: Oh, yes! I provided them both of your measurements down to the first decimal. No need to fret.

Grim: H-How'd you know that!? That's creepy…!

Everyone: Hahahah.

Idia: …Eh? If that's all that was needed to be done, I didn't need to come here, right!?

[Sewing Room]

Grim: La-dee-dum～

1. You're in a good mood.

Grim: Myahaha! It's awesome that we get to wear these awesome clothes.

2. La-la-dee～

Grim: Myaha! Looks like you're just as happy to be wearing these awesome clothes.

Grim: I wanna show these off to everyone! I hope someone shows up soon.

[door slams open]

Floyd: 'Scuuuuse me!

Riddle: Why are you kicking open a door that is not even unlocked!? You lack even the most common sensibilities!

Grim: Th-The sudden noises scared the stuffing outta me… Hey, you should just come in like a normal person!

Jade: It seems Floyd is causing trou… Oh? Why, the two of you look absolutely dazzling.

1. Thank you. 2. Don't be silly…

Ruggie: Are all those shining things real gemstones? What are they? From where? How many carats? Wait, do I get some too!?

Kalim: That's the Blazing Jewel outfit, right? It's pretty… But don't you think it'd be even flashier if we deck it out with even more gems!?

Silver: Kalim, we cannot do that.

Silver: If the clothes are weighed down, it would affect our dancing.

Jamil: That's not the main issue here… And now Kalim's looking like that was the perfect explanation…

Azul: These outfits are property of our esteemed academy. I would recommend returning it in the same condition you received it, without adding nor removing any decorations.

Floyd: Ahahah, both Shrimpy-chan and Seal-chan look like penguins in that getup. It's a nice change from usual.

Grim: Myaha, right? The juniors made 'em for us!

Kalim: We're gonna get our measurements now, and get to wear those same outfits during the performance, right? I'm super excited to be matching with everyone!

Ruggie: But, y'know… Grim-kun, can ya even take our measurements?

Jamil: Haha, true! Will you be able to measure our shoulder width with those little paws of yours?

Grim: Don't make fun with me! It'll be easy for me to do.

Grim: I just gotta made this measuring tape float with magic, just like Hornton and the others did earlier…

Grim: Myah!? I-It's not moving… Why's it not moving!?

Grim: But they were able to keep it moving so easily before!

Jade: Perhaps it has to do with a difference in ability. What a shame, Grim-kun. Oh, you poor thing.

Grim: Eeeeehhhh!

Riddle: Goodness… There's no need to tease him so. Grim, calm down and imagine the clothes you want to make.

Jamil: That's right. As long as you can picture what outfit you need to make, the measuring tape should move to where it needs to to get the measurements.

Azul: You have [Yuu]-san right in front of you to provide you with an example of the outfit, as well. Look at them, and try again.

Grim: Hrrrgh… That's still hard!

Ruggie: It's lookin' like it'll be quicker if [Yuu]-kun'd measure us by hand. Here, take the tape. Let's get this done with already.

Grim: What!? Then let's have a race to see who's faster, me with my magic, or my lil' hench-human with their hands!

Floyd: Mmkay, then I guess I'll play the guy who gets in both of your ways～ It ain't exciting otherwise, right?

1. This'll be rough… 2. Can I even win…?

Silver: I'll help you, [Yuu]. You've always helped me when I've needed it.

Riddle: Then, I shall help Grim with his magic. Now then, everyone line up!

Kalim: 'Kaaay. Come on, Azul, line up with us!

Azul: No, thank you, I will measure myself, so… Wah, don't push me!

[Jade pushes Azul]

Jade: Come now! We have no time to dally. Kalim-san, I hope you don't mind us squeezing in next to you.

Grim: Picture the outfit, picture the outfit… Okay, let's go! Myaaaah!

[Sewing Room]

Ace: Hey, hey, the measuring tape is a little too slack. There's nooo way you're getting the right measurements, are you?

Grim: Stop whining! If you got a problem with it, do it yourself!

Deuce: Ouch, who just threw that measuring tape!? Oh, no… Now I've forgotten the numbers I was going to write down…!

Ortho: What an unproductive fight. How do they not tire of it when they get nothing out of something so useless?

1. I'm already used to it. 2. It's definitely something to wonder about.

Jack: Well, anyway, I know I was surprised when we walked into the sewing room and saw [Yuu] and Grim in that sharp outfit.

Grim: Yeah! Doesn't this awesome get-up totally stun ya?

Epel: Yep. The design's pretty cool, and the jewels on it are so sparkly. You guys look rad!

Sebek: Could you have possibly expressed your thoughts any less elegantly? It is a dignified attire. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that it will suit my liege well!

Ace: There goes the Draconian again… Anyway, even if we get these outfits done, that's not all there is, right? How's everyone's performance practice going?

Epel: Hehe… I'm glad you asked. Obviously, Pomefiore is absolutely ready to go.

Deuce: Pomefiore might be a tough opponent, but we're no slackers ourselves. Our song's real awesome, especially with all our voices combined!

Sebek: Hah, I doubt it is anything worthwhile. You shall all kneel before our singing, led by Malleus-sama himself!

Ortho: Haha, you're so funny. I don't think you'll be able to keep saying that once you see me and my brother's full combo.

Jack: If we're talking teamwork, then we'd be the number one contender. We'll show you all with our perfectly in-sync dancing.

Grim: Everyone's all confident in themselves, but I really don't know if they're really ready…

Grim: We gotta supervise them good, [Yuu]!

1. We got this! 2. Let's do our best!

Ace: Ey, you guys look raring to go. Just try and keep that up for the actual Blazing Jewel performance, 'kay?

Epel: You'll be cheering on Pomefiore, right? I'm counting on you!

Sebek: Absolutely not. You should give your loudest cheers for Diasomnia. You understand, right, human!?

1. Which to pick…? 2. Hard to choose…

Grim: Yeah, you're right.

Grim: I can't figure out who to pick, so we'll cheer the loudest for whoever gives me the most tuna cans. Myaha!

Jack: Don't be trying to make a deal out of this. Be fair about it.

Ortho: Heheh. I'm really excited for the performance, yeah… But I also like preparing for it with everyone like this.

Deuce: Yeah. After working so hard and so long to get ready for the performance with everyone in the dorms, it feels like the big show'll be here any day now.

Grim: Whew, it's finally done. They were all sooo noisy.

1. That was fun.

Grim: You might've been havin' fun, but everyone kept buggin' me, so I'm pooped! Grim: If this ever happens again, I'm gonna use my magic even more to shut them all up.

2. I'm so tired…

Grim: I get it. It was all "measure this" and "measure that"… Grim: "This should be bigger", or "I want this smaller than everyone else." I'm so tired by all their little changes.

Grim: …Ah! We don't got time to hang around like this. We gotta go report to Crowley pronto.

Grim: We're so busy with all the stuff we gotta do before Blazing Jewel begins…

Grim: And even after the performance ends, there's still gonna be so much for us to do!

Grim: Let's keep doing our best, hench-human!   

Requested by @farfalla049.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi Blusy, hope you are doing well and enjoyed your vacation to Italy. You deserve it!

If it’s okay, I’d like to request something based on that meme “they were both bottoms” where the reader and Donna are trying to have their first time together but they’re both shy about it and secretly waiting for the other to take charge… g!p Donna if you’re comfortable with it. TY, you are so awesome!

Yessss!!!! Sorry about the delay and thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! Oh, and you're awesome, not me, without your requests, I would be no one :))))))

Lead the dance

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities...

Word count: 7,974

Summary: You're just two shy fools...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours and, specially G!P requests, you know they're my favourites :D!!!I love you all!!!

Being alone in that mansion wasn't exactly something you enjoyed. The creaking of the wood and the almost artificial silence weighed on your shoulders, making you feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately for you, having worked for the Duke, the village's largest provider, gave you unique opportunities; opportunities to break the boredom and relax that somewhat sinister atmosphere.

“I'm on the highway to hell!” you sang, bobbing your head, making your hair dance as you bounced on the wood. “Yeah!”

Your enthusiasm ended when you turned around, finding yourself staring at the hall, where a silent black figure had appeared next to her doll. “Oh, um...” you said with an embarrassed smile, turning to turn off the player and leaving the broom in a corner. “Donna...”

The lady in black calmly placed the Angie doll on the floor while you tried to fix your hair, which had been messed up by the frantic dancing.

“You're back early. How was the meeting?” you asked timidly.

She looked at you before removing the black veil from her face, something that always made you shiver. Once her beauty was revealed, the woman threw herself at you, enveloping you in a deep and unexpected hug.

“Ugh, Donna,” you said amused, returning your girlfriend's hug, letting the warmth of her body penetrate yours. “My love... are you okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered, pulling away and cupping your face in her hands, her eye fixed on yours. “I'm okay because you're here, because you haven't left.”

“Oh,” you murmured, rolling your eyes, understanding the ventriloquist's reaction. “Honey, we've talked about this. I'm not going anywhere.”

“You know I'm afraid of losing you, tesoro... I suffer when I have to leave,” Donna said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, sighing sadly.

“Don't suffer anymore, I'm here,” you whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, clinging to the back of her neck and basking in her affection.

A deeper kiss filled the old mansion with a discreet silence, broken only by the tireless contact of her lips against yours.

“Ew...” a squeaky voice protested. Of course, the Angie doll. “Hey, move away, you're making me nauseous!”

“Angie,” you said mockingly, without taking your eyes off your girlfriend. “You’re here.”

“Yes, I'm here, you clingy fools. I demand you to stop,” the puppet said, sounding amused but dangerous.

“Are you demanding?” you joked, moving away from Donna, who seemed mesmerized by your gaze, by your soft caresses. “You're jealous, aren’t you?”

“Jealous?! Me?!” Angie protested, pointing at herself. “Jealous of what?”

“I don't know,” you murmured, hanging onto the lady again, your bodies swaying as a giggle escaped the brunette's lips. “Maybe because I have your Donna so close...” you crooned, making the doll cross her arms.

“Bah,” the puppet snorted, shaking her head and walking past you, grumbling. “Jealous, the fabulous Angie jealous… why did that silly Donna have to fall for that stupid…?”

“You shouldn’t make her mad,” Donna whispered, kissing you slowly before pulling away, shaking her head.

You shrugged in amusement, escorting the lady into the living room.

“Well, but you’ll protect me from that evil doll, won’t you?” you joked, playfully tugging at her wrist.

“Certo,” Donna replied, allowing herself to be led. “I’ll always protect you, (Y/N).”

“You’re such a romantic woman,” you sighed, slowly caressing her deformed cheek, something the lady took a while to get used to, but secretly adored. “Is everything okay with your siblings?”

“Mm,” she murmured in response, placing her hand on yours, kissing the back of it softly. “I-I guess so...”

“Did something happen?” you asked, somewhat concerned by that answer.

The lady in black looked away, subtly shaking her head as she sat next to you on the couch.

“Honey, you don't have to tell me,” you whispered, rubbing her back as her face grew cold.

“Alcina and Karl have been making fun of me,” Donna murmured, ducking her head, her hands beginning to tremble, even as you took them affectionately.

“My love,” you sighed, moving a little closer, squeezing her hands. “Why?”

“They don't...” she began, her accent thick with emotion betraying her nervousness. “They don't believe you're with me, they... they think I've manipulated you and...”

“That's not true, Donna,” you said softly, soothing her wounded mind. “Don't pay attention to them.”

“If only...” she said, glancing at you. “(Y/N), come with me to the next meeting. That way, I'll show them you're mine, that you love me.”

“Um, um…” you murmured, pressing your lips together and slowly letting her hands go, uncomfortable with the proposal. “Donna, I respect your siblings and Mother Miranda, but… I don't know if I'm ready for that.”

“Perché?” Donna asked, a little startled. “Y-You're ashamed of me… is that it, vero?” she said in a cold, accusatory tone.

“What? No,” you said immediately, trying to erase the thought from her mind, something that was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Then… then…” the lady said, increasingly nervous, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I'm not a liar!”

“Shhh,” you whispered, keeping her erratically flailing arms still. “Donna, calm down…”

“You don’t love me, do you?” she accused you, on the verge of tears, kicking the floor and hitting the sofa with her hands. “Porca puttana! Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo!”

“Damn…” you wailed, holding your girlfriend as best you could so she wouldn’t hurt herself; that was your priority. “Donna, stop… Hey, honey, look at me… Angie!” you shouted, asking for help from the doll, which appeared on the scene with a slow, threatening gait.

“Oh, so you want my help now? Screw you, you Donna-thief!” she mocked, leaving the room with a sinister laugh.

“Damn, ugly doll,” you hissed, trying unsuccessfully to calm your girlfriend. “Donna, listen to me… Is that what you want? Do you want me to accompany you to a meeting?”

“Mi hai spezzato il cuore!” the lady shrieked again, pulling away from your grasp, muttering meaningless phrases.

“My love, I don't understand...” you said desperately, controlling her arms, which were now going straight for her black hair. “Shhh, Donna... I'm here with you, do you see me? I'm here...” you whispered in a calm voice. “It's over, it's over, my love...”

Donna looked at you briefly, unable to stop trembling as you lovingly cupped her cheeks.

“(Y/N)... io...” she murmured, blinking erratically, calming her breathing. “Io...”

“It's over, it's all over, darling,” you murmured in a reassuring tone, watching the madness slowly fade from her shining eye. “You're right; I'll accompany you to the next meeting, okay?”

“Would you do that for me?” she asked in a sad tone, embarrassed by her inevitable breakdown.

“I'd do anything for you,” you whispered, briefly placing your lips on hers, smiling tenderly.

A warm hug ended the unpleasant situation, along with caresses on her back, whispers of unconditional love, something you didn't have to fake; something you truly felt, even though, deep down, poor Donna's madness didn't quite believe it.

“Um, you were lucky, silly,” Angie commented, leaning closer to check on her owner.

“Get lost,” you whispered over the brunette's shoulder, causing the doll to threaten you with her pose, but eventually retreat.

“S-Sorry,” Donna apologized, nervously playing with her hands. “I just got really nervous.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said, placing a hand on her cheek. “Anyway, just relax. I’ll make you some tea.”

“N-No,” she murmured, frowning. “I-I’m fine.”

“Mm, okay,” you sighed, still caressing her.

“By the way…Che stavi facedo?” she asked, her face completely different, completely removed from the madness. You looked at her and squinted, trying to understand the question. She noticed and laughed in amusement. “What were you doing?”

“Oh,” you nodded, smiling at your lack of understanding, something you were willing to put an end to eventually. “I was just cleaning up.”

“You didn't seem to be cleaning up,” she said with an amused smile. “That... That awful music that was playing...”

“Awful music?” you asked, feigning terrible offense. “It's AC/DC.”

“AC...?” Donna murmured, confused. “What?”

“AC/DC? One of the most important rock bands in history?” you said, amused by her lack of knowledge of modern life, something that didn't surprise you. In fact, you found it quite adorable.

“I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about,” she said softly, shaking her head. “I don't remember having that kind of... Music?”

“Please,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, your tone mocking. “I'm not going to talk about musical culture with you, Donna, but you're right; that music is mine. I stole a few records from the Duke.”

“You stole from the Duke?” Donna asked, surprised.

“Actually, I didn't steal from him; that fat man refused to pay what he owed me, so…” you explained, looking at your nails, earning an affectionate nudge from your girlfriend.

“I didn't think I'd fall for a thief,” the lady joked, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Well, I didn't think I'd fall for a Lord either,” you replied, reaching out to cup her chin and steal a quick kiss. “But don't worry; I'll keep that infernal music away from you.”

“Grazie,” she sighed, winking. “You were moving very strangely… what were you doing with the broom?”

“Donna, I was dancing,” you said, pretending to be offended again, crossing your arms. “Damn... I was hoping you'd ignored my awful performance...”

“P-Performance?” she asked curiously, which made a tender laugh escape your lips. “You say you were dancing? That doesn't seem like dancing to me, tesoro.”

“Oh...” you murmured, frowning. “So what is dancing to you, my love?” you asked, approaching her defiantly.

“Dancing is something elegant, not pretending to have a heart attack,” she explained, her tone serious, which made you laugh again at her almost impossible innocence.

“Mm,” you murmured with a dangerous look. “So... you know how to dance in that... elegant way?”

“Well, yes,” Donna said, nodding confidently.

“Oh... and you think... you could teach me?” you suggested, biting your lip. “I'd really like to dance with you.”

“Mm,” she said, standing up from the couch and extending her hand toward you. “Vieni”

“Okay,” you said, letting yourself go, your words slurring in a mischievous way. “But there's no music.”

“Your gaze is the only melody I need,” she whispered in your ear, making your whole body shudder, a shiver run down your spine, and your legs wobble. “Here...”

The lady in black grabbed your waist, pulling you a little closer as she placed your hand on her shoulder.

“Why are you holding my waist and I'm holding your shoulder?” you asked, amused, as she positioned you correctly, guiding you in a delicate and gentlemanly manner.

“Because it's easier to lead you this way, tesoro,” she explained, joining your hand with hers, in a perfect position for a calm, old-fashioned dance...

“So you're leading me, huh? Why is that?” you joked, smiling eagerly as Donna smiled, shaking her head.

“Because you don’t know how to dance,” the lady said; her voice serious, almost professional. “Place your feet correctly... Va bene...” she murmured, moving your body to her will; a body that was beginning to melt at the touch.

“What now?” you asked, almost sighing, leaning closer to her lips, enjoying the moment, one of the most romantic moments of your life.

“Now let me lead you, let yourself go,” Donna whispered, beginning to move slowly, giving you time to adapt to her steps, without losing eye contact.

“Yes, I know, you guide me,” you said, embarrassed by your clumsiness, but beginning to understand the steps, to follow them almost automatically. “Mm, I could get used to this...”

The lady's heels clicked on the wooden floor as her body masterfully guided yours. You really hadn't expected someone like her to know those dance steps so well.

“That's it...” the lady whispered, slowly turning you around, pulling you closer to her as the room spun around you.

Despite your clumsy steps, you felt a certain pleasure in the movements, in the way the lady in black moved you while your dresses danced in the air, to the rhythm of a nonexistent music.

“And back again...” your girlfriend murmured, turning you around again, picking you up, keeping you so close to her...

“I'm not doing badly, am I?” you asked, mesmerized by her loving gaze, by the warm touch of her hand on your waist, by that romantic closeness straight out of another era.

“No,” she laughed, stealing a kiss from you before continuing the dance, one you hoped would never end.

Laughter, stumbling, sighs... It was certainly an afternoon to remember, a romantic dance that would remain forever in your memory.

Finally, Donna leaned your back to the floor, holding you, like a silent promise that she would always take care of you, that she would never let you fall. Your gaze was lost in hers as her arms grasped you, anticipating a heated kiss, one that nearly knocked your balance.

With a gentle tug, she lifted you back up, stopping the dance, focusing on your gaze.

“It's been a pleasure, my lady,” you whispered in a honeyed voice, eager for something you didn't recognize at first, but which intensified as your body moved closer to hers, as your eager lips began to kiss her deeply.

Donna's shy laugh made your skin vibrate as her hand tangled in your hair. The lady's grip on your waist tightened, forcing you to stay pressed against her body as you lost your breath in those frantic kisses.

Your bodies moved without rhythm, walking toward one of the walls of the room in a wet, different dance. Donna's hand moved down to your leg, running it around her waist, leaning against the wall as your tongues engaged in a tireless, hungry battle...

“Oh,” you said, pulling away with a shy giggle when you noticed a bulge pressing against your body, one that slightly deformed her dress. “Um... Donna...” you murmured, moving away, embarrassed by what you were feeling.

“What's wrong?” Donna asked, confused, following your gaze to the area between her legs. “Cavolo!” she exclaimed nervously when she noticed her involuntary erection, clumsily covering it with her hands.

“It seems you enjoyed dancing with me,” you joked, but didn't come closer again, causing her face to crumple in embarrassment.

“(Y/N), I... I-I'm sorry, I...” she apologized, slowly walking away, her whole body trembling. “Uh, it was accidental, I...”

"Calm down,” you said, somewhat nervous about the contact, about that unexpected reaction.

“I didn't mean to... I... cazzo,” the lady lamented, noticing that the arousal had softened, clasping her hands together to emphasize her apology. “Non sai davvero quanto mi dispiace..."

“It's fine,” you said, shaking your head, but unable to hide your nervousness, sweat beginning to run down your back. “I-I guess it's natural.”

“Yes, I...” she said, unable to meet your gaze. “I-I can't control my body reacting this way. I promise I'm not trying to pressure you or... or anything like that.”

“Pressure me?” you asked, raising your eyebrows and taking a step closer, feeling something inside you that compelled you to want to feel it again. “I don't think you chose your words well, Donna.”

“I-It's not my fault, (Y/N), you were so close and... Y-you'd better forget it, okay?” the lady stammered, fleeing from your subtle advances. “It’s a bit late... I-I should make dinner,” she said afterward, fleeing for good.

“Wait,” you interrupted, unable to find the words for what you wanted to say, not really knowing what you meant. “I'll come with you.”

“No!” she squealed, making you step back and blink in confusion. “No, erm... I-I want to be alone.”

“W-Well... okay, okay,” you murmured, exhausted, smiling at your girlfriend while she, still embarrassed, returned the gesture in a falsely friendly way.

A wicked chuckle reached your ears as you tried to process what had happened.

“What in the world are you laughing at?”

“You,” Angie affirmed. “Look what you've done to my Donna, you've stolen the blood from her head.”

“What?” you asked, your eyes wide open, slumping into one of the dining room chairs. “I didn't do anything.”

“Exactly, stupid girl! You didn't do anything...” the doll hissed, pointing her finger at you nastily. “You frigid, stupid girl!” she rebuked, making you growl in rage.

“What did you call me?” you whispered menacingly, standing up to tower over the doll, which maintained her sinister laughter. “Angie...”

“You've humiliated my Donna,” the puppet declared, causing you to shake your head in disbelief.

“Angie, I'm just a little bit away from telling Donna to deactivate you,” you hissed, not wanting to play into her dirty game.

“Ha! You're not capable!” she accused, chasing you around the dining room.

“Try me,” you whispered with a wicked grin, unable to find the calm to analyze what had happened, what you knew had to happen.

“Oh, so now it's my fault you don't want to make babies with my Donna?” Angie mocked, to which you stopped in your tracks.

“I don't...” you said, thinking of defending yourself, but ignoring her challenge. “You know what? It's none of your business.”

“None of your business, none of your business!” Angie squealed, dancing around to make you even more nervous.

Knowing that, unfortunately, you couldn't do anything against Angie, you settled for the images of yourself strangling her in your mind and sat down on the couch, sighing.

Your head was thinking about many things at once, all related to that incident. You wanted to ignore it, not think about it, avoid that need you both had felt for a long time.

It didn't matter what you did; you tried to read a magazine, a book... but nothing could get those thoughts out of your head, as if they had trapped you irrevocably.

Before meeting Donna, you were practically nobody; a simple villager, assistant of Duke searching for a better future, a future that didn't involve wearing the uniform of the castle maids.

Your outgoing and confident attitude helped you in your work, leading you to serve the Four Lords on behalf of your boss. Things were going well despite your loneliness, despite the rejection in the village caused by your association with their protectors, by your being, in some way, too close to them, to Mother Miranda.

Resigned to living alone, with a bright future but no one to share it with, you refused to seek love; you renounced the pleas of your heart. Of course, that renunciation was only a shield you imposed on yourself, and it disappeared the day Donna Beneviento, fourth Lord and dollmaker, asked you to have tea with her.

She was a strange woman, veiled in black, mysterious. Naturally, you were close to the village rumors, and honestly, at first, you were frightened to be that close to her.

That absurd fear disappeared when you began to get to know her, when the real Donna Beneviento revealed herself to you.

Her mind was sick, consumed by a madness she was born with, and which she couldn't control, but, despite that, you discovered an intelligent, elegant woman, far from those stupid rumors. The first kiss was the best of your life, it was the same day you saw her face, that you realized she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman you had ever met.

It didn't take long for her to beg you to stay, to never leave her side again, and you couldn't do anything else; you agreed without thinking. Those were wonderful months, months in which you truly got to know each other, in which you shared kisses, caresses, secrets...

You had everything you could wish for, despite the somewhat possessive and jealous attitude of the lady in black, which forced you to quit your job. Well, you didn't need it anymore after all.

You hadn't even thought about it, hadn't even realized that something was missing, that there was one thing you hadn't shared: your bodies.

Of course you knew about the changes Mother Miranda's gift had made in Donna's body; you never gave them any thought.

You loved her, you loved her with her changed body, with her madness; you loved everything about her. That wasn't the problem. The problem was... your lack of experience; your lack of knowledge when it came to merging with another person's body.

You couldn't tell if it was embarrassment, shyness, or fear of making a fool of yourself, but the topic of undressing and becoming one hadn't come up in all that time.

Donna was a terribly romantic, respectful woman, who never made the slightest mention of making love to you, of taking you, of making you hers. You believed it was about respect, affection, and understanding, but sometimes you thought there was something more.

That afternoon something changed, although it wasn't the first time her body had played tricks on her. Something inside you struggled to be heard, a scorching heat dying to escape your skin, your lips. Desire slowly grew within you, and you could no longer ignore it, but the doubts were too many and your insecurities always got the better of you.

Donna would never say anything, and you knew it, but... How could you get rid of that hunger, that physical need for love? Of course, if you wanted that heat to disappear, you had to be the one to act, even though you didn't know how.

“Mm, it's delicious,” you sighed with a smile, savoring the dinner the elusive Donna prepared for you, elegantly serving you a glass of wine.

“Grazie, (Y/N),” she replied. “I love cooking for you.”

You both raised your glasses, but the thoughts in your head erased that tender smile from your face.

“Um... Donna,” you said, clearing your throat and placing the wine on the table. “I-I'd like to talk to you.”

“Parlare? Yes, um... what's wrong?” she asked nervously at your words, starting to tremble.

“Oh, it's nothing, I was just wondering,” you whispered in such a low tone that the lady in black had to lean in a little to hear you. “Why were you in such a hurry earlier?”

The lady opened her mouth to say something, but closed it instantly, with a shamelessly fake smile.

“It was getting late, (Y/N),” she said in a tone that betrayed a huge lie.

Your nerves were making your legs tremble loudly under the table, your mind was a mess, and your words weren't able to calm down, to sound rational.

“Did... did you touch yourself?”

“Cosa?” Donna asked, choking on her wine, visibly uncomfortable with your stupid question, one you hadn't planned, but that just kept coming out of your lips. “What's the point of that question? Of course I didn’t,” she finally said, annoyed.

“I wasn't blaming you, I was just curious,” you apologized, putting your hands in front of you as a useless defense. “It's fine if you...”

“I don't touch myself, (Y/N),” the lady protested, frowning, gripping her fork tightly in her hand. “It would be disrespectful.”

“Oh, you think so?” you commented, wanting to throw yourself out the window or go back in time so you wouldn't ask that stupid question. “W-Well... but, but you've done it before, haven't you?”

“What?”

“Ugh, you know,” you hissed, red as blood, waving your hand to mimic the gesture.

“Cavolo, (Y/N), what's that about?” Donna said, shaking her head and downing her drink in one gulp. “Oh, wow, I'd better go get some more wine and…”

“Sit down, Donna,” you demanded confidently, pointing at her chair and making your confused girlfriend obey in a comically submissive manner. “Honey, we've never talked about this…”

“There's no need to,” she said, her voice hoarse, nerves flushing her cheeks.

“Why don't you want to talk about it?” you asked, feeling a strange confidence creep into your words.

“Why do you want to talk about it?” she asked back, scratching the back of her neck and avoiding your inquisitive eyes.

“I'm just, I'm just curious… come on…” you sighed, not really sure you wanted to continue that conversation.

“Va bene,” she said, nodding with a gasp. “Do you want to know if I've ever masturbated? Yes, of course I have, but that was before living with you, (Y/N).”

“Okay,” you whispered, with a fake smile, feeling the images begin to haunt your mind. “See? It's okay, I've done it too, you know? It's natural.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed, nodding, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. “Yes... ma... but don't think I'm some kind of pervert.”

“I don't think so,” you said with a genuine smile, shaking your head.

“My body... I... have needs and... well, I was alone and...” your girlfriend murmured, not knowing where to hide, blushing almost as much as you.

“And I'm not capable of satisfying them,” you whispered to yourself, with a sad sigh, realizing your mistake.

“Cosa? No, no, no, (Y/N),” Donna said, standing up from the chair and grabbing your hands tightly, crouching down in front of you. “Don't say that, amore mio...”

“I've tried to ignore it for a long time, Donna,” you confessed, daring to look her in the eye.

“Ignore?” she asked in a low, cautious tone. “I-I don't understand.”

"We've been together for months, living in the same house, sleeping in the same bed, and I... shit, I haven't made the slightest attempt to...” you continued, letting her hands go. “You know.”

“You're shaking,” the lady whispered, caressing your cheek. “I-I'm getting a little nervous... could you be clear?”

 “Donna, do you... do you want to make love to me?” you asked, closing your eyes to avoid her shining eye, to avoid seeing her reaction.

“Oh, um...” she murmured, standing up again and biting her lip, completely lost. “I... Well, I...”

“Would you like to?” you insisted, standing up from the chair and cupping the brunette's face, which seemed distraught.

“Yes, of course I would like to, (Y/N),” she whispered embarrassed, ducking her head in a childish gesture.

“Donna, why didn't you tell me before?” you asked, lowering your hands to hers.

“I-I guess I was waiting for you to say something,” the lady in black sighed, playing with her fingers, interlacing them with yours. “I'm not an experienced woman and... well, I was afraid my body would scare you and...”

“You know that's not true. You're a terribly beautiful woman. I love everything about you,” you said with a smile, lifting her chin. “I... I feel the same way. I felt like I wouldn't be able to mention it, but... when we've been dancing, I... I've felt things, and... I think, I think we could try.”

“Are you sure?” Donna asked, her tone lighter, responding almost immediately to your suggestion. “I-If my body scared you, I...”

“No, Donna, your body doesn't scare me. I'm scared of not being enough for you,” you acknowledged, shaking her hands with yours as she nodded understandingly.

“I... I feel the same, (Y/N),” she murmured embarrassedly, looking away.

Your hand guided her face to yours, causing your lips to slowly caress hers, a warm, tender kiss giving you the courage you needed.

“I think we should put an end to that feeling, Donna,” you whispered, resting your forehead against hers. “I want to do it, now.”

“Ma…”

“I don't want any buts, my love,” you interrupted, playing with a black lock of her hair, getting a nod in response. “Let's go downstairs. Oh, and deactivate Angie. I wouldn't want anything to interrupt us.”

Donna complied with your request, placing the doll limply on a sofa and taking your hand as you led her to the elevator.

The walk to the bedroom was silent, somehow tense, and you thought you heard the fluttering sound of your heart in the darkness. Yes, you were terribly nervous, but you also wanted to put an end to that shyness, that desire you didn't really know how long it had been inside you, how long you'd been ignoring.

You both entered the bedroom, giving each other a similar look, a look that told you Donna was just as nervous as you were, or maybe more. The lady closed the door, slowly approaching you, who rubbed your already sweaty hands together.

“Well...” you sighed, unable to bear the overwhelming silence, glancing sideways at the bed. “W-We're here”

“Yes,” your girlfriend sighed, approaching the bed without raising her gaze, seeking refuge in a place that didn't exist. “Um... m-maybe we should... lie down?”

“Is that what you want?” you asked nervously, taking a step forward.

“I-I guess so,” she murmured, running a hand over her forehead, sitting up in bed, stroking the sheets. “I don't know.”

You laughed, shaking your head, and sat down next to her, holding her hand so she wouldn't tear the fabric off in her nervousness.

“Are you okay?” you asked cautiously, causing the lady to glance at you.

“I think so,” she replied, playing with your fingers, unsure of what to do, just like you.

“Honestly... I've never done this before. I'm nervous,” you confessed, letting your worries come out, even though you weren't sure it was a good idea.

“Never?” Donna asked, frowning suspiciously.

You shook your head, kissing the palm of her hand and letting it fall back onto the mattress.

“I find that hard to believe,” the lady commented, smiling shyly. “You're beautiful...”

“Mm,” you murmured, arching your eyebrows and placing your lips on hers for a moment before pulling away. “What about you? Have you...?”

“Um, well...” she whispered; her voice hoarse, moving slightly away from you. “O-Once.”

“Really?” you asked, blinking in surprise. You really hadn't expected that answer at all.

“What?” she asked suddenly, frowning. “You don't believe me? Do you think I'm lying?”

“Oh, it's not that, it's just... I, I was surprised, I thought...” you apologized, controlling your surprise.

“Well, you're wrong, although... I really... didn't mean to do it,” Donna explained, still looking annoyed. “Years ago, Alcina threw one of her maids to me, and I had to do it to get her to leave me alone. It didn't mean anything.”

“Okay, okay,” you said, stopping her words with a gesture of your hands, squeezing your eyes shut. “I don't want to know.”

“So, why do you ask?” she snapped, crossing her arms.

“Because I'm nervous… I don't know what to do,” you admitted, mirroring her gesture, letting the silence become terribly awkward.

“You talk like I should do,” she hissed, with a fleeting but sinister look.

“Okay, time out, Donna,” you said, shaking your head and moving closer to her again, taking her hands and a deep breath. “This is getting out of hand. The last thing I want to do is argue with you. I really want you to take me, my love.”

“Anch'io,” she whispered, gently caressing your face, relaxing her expression.

“O-Okay...” you sighed, nodding. “Okay, then... I think, I think we should... I think we're wearing too many clothes. Is it okay if we get naked?” you offered, trying not to let the trembling in your body transmit to your words.

“Va bene,” the lady replied, stepping back and standing up as you did the same.

Without another word, your hands went to the clasps of your dress, playing before you began to untie them, closing your eyes, minimizing the embarrassment you felt. Donna did the same with the top of her dress, exposing before you the beauty of her pale skin, the almost divine shape of her breasts, carefully protected by an elegant lace bra.

“You're beautiful, Donna,” you said involuntarily, feeling the chill your dress left on your body as it slid down to your ankles.

She laughed shyly, but didn't respond to your compliments. Instead, her hands lowered her black skirt without looking you in the eyes, betraying her own shyness.

“Bellissima,” Donna said when her eyes met your semi-naked body, making the blush on your cheeks give your skin the warmth that the lack of clothing had robbed you of.

“Mm,” you murmured, playing with your bare ankle on the floor and approaching the bed again, reaching out to pull her towards you, lying down.

Once on the mattress, the silence and uncertainty returned, as did that fruitless pursuit of averted glances.

“Oh, um... I didn't ask you,” you said, wanting, in any way, to break that absurd silence, that invisible barrier that shyness had placed between you. “Y-You have... protection?”

“Cosa? What do you mean?” the lady asked, sitting down to imitate your posture.

“Well, I mean, do you have a...” you explained, playing with the sheets, but stopping immediately, fearing that the topic would spark another absurd argument. “Nevermind”

“Mm,” the brunette nodded, lowering her shoulders, expectant of something that never seemed to arrive. “I think... I think... we should kiss,” she mentioned seconds later, catching your attention. “Does that sound okay?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you said, leaning a little closer to her and closing your eyes, enjoying that shy touch of your lips.

Try as you might to remember, you were unable to feel anything familiar in those shaky, clumsy kisses. Not even your first kiss was so simple, so empty. Your hands hugged your bodies, pulling you closer together, but the warm feeling in your stomach was nothing like the one you'd felt that afternoon.

The kisses trembled, vibrating with the obvious embarrassment you both shared, making you sigh in frustration. It would only be a moment of hesitation, until those wet caresses intensified, until the excessive shyness you felt began to disappear.

But that didn't happen. Neither of you moved your hands from their places, neither of you made an attempt to deepen the kiss, to take it a step further. You certainly looked like two teenagers experimenting, anything but two women who loved each other, ready to have their first time together.

“Okay, stop,” you said, shaking your head and pulling away from the kiss. “I think this isn't going well.”

“What did I do wrong?” the brunette asked, frowning at you. “W-We were kissing, weren't we?”

“Yeah, but... I don't know, Donna, shouldn't we do more than just kiss?” you asked, annoyed, angry with yourself, with your cowardice. “You know, t-touch each other or something”

“W-Well,” she mumbled, looking away. “Y-You can touch me if you want.”

“Why don't you touch me?” you asked suddenly, frightened by that suggestion, one you didn't know if you could do as she deserved. “Come on, Donna, I need you to take the lead.”

“Me? You want me to take the lead?” she asked, pointing at herself, as if you'd offended her. “(Y/N), I can't...”

“Of course you can, you're more experienced,” you rebuked, your tone too acidic, too dangerous.

“I've already told you that's not true. I didn't do anything, I didn't even touch that maid,” the Lord defended herself with a childish gesture, crossing her arms again. “She... she did it all.”

“What did she do?” you asked curiously, trying to follow in the footsteps of that odious maid, to lose the irrational fear you had.

“I thought you didn't want to talk about it,” Donna said, her tone haughty, her expression cold as ice.

“I don't want to, but... shit,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, staring at the rickety bedroom ceiling. “Let's stop this nonsense, let's see... Hey, are you... Are you hard yet?”

“Of course I’m not,” she protested, looking down in a disconcerting way. “How do you expect me to get hard if you're always interrupting?”

“Oh, interrupting? What exactly am I interrupting? A few teenage kisses?” you mocked, starting to think you'd already failed, that it wouldn't be your first time.

“Cazzo,” Donna muttered, shaking her head and turning her back on you, terribly frustrated. “This isn't going anywhere.”

“You're right,” you sighed, relaxed but saddened by your failure, so sad that all you could do was... laugh.

Laughter overcame you as you tried to hide it, covering your mouth with your hand, amused by this absurd situation.

“What's so funny?” Donna asked, annoyed by your unjustified fit of laughter.

“Donna...” you said, amused, walking on your knees across the mattress and placing a hand on her shoulders, slowly turning her towards you. “We're two fools”

“Mm?”

“Look at us, incapable of taking the initiative, it's almost sweet,” you said, relaxed. “And I thought I was the only one terrified of failure...”

“Don't laugh at me,” your girlfriend hissed, her gaze dangerous. “What about you? A famous merchant who can charm anyone and when it comes to making love, she shrinks like a little girl.”

“Oh, that's a low blow,” you replied, staring into hers. “And you? A Lord, who has the entire village under her control and can't even touch her girlfriend's breasts...”

She didn't respond; she simply gritted her teeth, still looking at you, analyzing you with her gaze. After a tense moment, her face relaxed, as did yours, and the corners of her mouth slowly lifted, her body began to tremble.

A soft laugh escaped her lips, one that mutated into a laugh that you followed mockingly, filling the bedroom with nervous but completely innocent laughter.

You gave her a small punch on the shoulder, which she returned with amusement, thus beginning a fight between two lovers, a war of laughter, caresses and tickles that was very different from your initial intentions.

“I love you,” you whispered, leaning into her chest, relaxed after that funny, romantic moment.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she replied, running a hand over your face, pulling your body closer to hers. “I'm sorry. I don't think you've had luck with me.”

“Are you kidding?” you said, sitting up, kissing her quickly to clear her mind of any crisis. “I'm the luckiest girl in the world, Donna.”

“Mm,” she murmured uncertainly, beginning to play with your hands.

“It's funny... This afternoon, while we were dancing...” you commented, realizing something that could save the night. “…you guided me perfectly; you knew how to lead me... Maybe... maybe you can do it now.”

“I wish I could,” Donna whispered, gently kissing your cheek as she sat down on the bed.

“Come,” you said without thinking, reaching for her hand to gently guide it to your breast, so that her skin gently caressed the fabric of your bra, making her swallow nervously. “Do you like it?”

“Yes...” Donna sighed, letting her hand wander freely over your body, her fingers tracing the skin of your chest, your stomach. “N-Now you”

Then her hand grabbed yours, bringing it to the same spot, letting your fingers slowly brush the softness of her pale skin, without losing eye contact. A mischievous smile discreetly formed on her face when your bold hand slipped under the black fabric of her breasts.

“Mm, I think it would be better if we took this off,” you commented, your eyes shining differently; goosebumps rising from her erratic caresses.

“Yes,” she said, pulling away, her hands moving behind her back, hands that you immediately stopped.

“Wait, my love,” you whispered in her ear, removing her fingers from the clasp, moving it until, with a sound, the garment loosened from her back, falling onto the mattress, revealing her beauty to you.

Your hands, mesmerized by the softness of her breasts, by the effect your fingers had on her nipples, ran over her figure as if she were something divine, something untouchable that was now within reach of a simple villager like you.

“Can I...? I want to see you too,” the brunette asked, moving your wrists away and running hers down your back, undoing your bra, without taking her gaze off you.

“What are you waiting for?” you mocked, amused by Donna's reaction to seeing your bare chest. “Touch me, Donna.”

She nodded, bringing her hands to your breasts, squeezing them gently, digging her hands into your bare flesh; curiously pinching everything within her reach.

Your clumsy exploration was interrupted when you pulled away, glancing at each other briefly before melting into a deep kiss, a kiss that dispelled all doubts, with caresses that swept the fear and shame from your skin.

As you felt your back lower toward the mattress, you couldn't help but smile, feeling yourself in your lover's arms, letting yourself be carried away by them just as you had that same afternoon, trusting her, letting your mind clear and enjoy all these new sensations.

“Donna...” you whispered, interrupting the heated kisses, the involuntary movements your hips made as they rubbed against each other. “Dance with me”

She looked at you, smiling for a moment before crashing her lips onto yours again, in a much more frenetic, more uninhibited kiss. You gasped as you noticed the way her lips caressed your neck, her mouth taking the initiative you both needed, making you want her more and more.

“Gods...” you sighed as you felt the damp heat of her kisses on your skin, her lips capturing your nipples, gently pulling them.

Her lack of experience was almost imperceptible; lust had taken over your lover, as well as your body, which moved tirelessly, craving more contact, craving so much more.

“There's nothing I want right now but to see the beauty of your naked body (Y/N),”Donna whispered with that honeyed accent that drove you wild, making you writhe with a high-pitched moan.

“O-Okay,” you said, fear returning to your body, insecurity creeping back into your mind due to the lack of her passionate kisses. “But... you go first.”

“Is that what you want, dolcezza?” she asked hesitantly, knowing her arousal was quite evident, even enclosed in the underwear. “Will everything be okay?”

“Better than okay,” you whispered, daring to tug at her lower lip, giving her room to grant you the glorious sight of her body.

Donna obeyed, though her hands were trembling, causing your mouth to drop open as you took in all her beauty: her curves, her divine body, her erection framed perfectly between her legs… It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen, the most literal and pure expression of beauty.

“Your turn,” the lady said with a smile, probably noticing your hands wandering curiously down her body.

You nodded, annoyed by your frustrated exploration, pulling away and reaching down to your underwear. Unfortunately, your clumsiness made it difficult, and you wanted to curse the Gods for making you that way.

Your girlfriend giggled with amusement, crawling toward you, gripping the edges of the unruly fabric with her fingers, slowly pulling it down your ankles.

“Che bella sei...” she sighed, placing her hand on your stomach, exploring it the same way you did, exploring every inch of your skin; at first with her fingers, with the softness of her hands, then with her bold lips, with her mouth that seemed never to tire of kissing your body.

There was a tangle of caresses and erratic kisses in that bed. Your fingers handled everything they could, discovering the touch of her skin, every corner of her body. Her hands did the same, running down your legs, dragging her nails over your skin.

You intuitively wrapped your arms around her erection, noticing how it grew even more with your touch, moaning as her lips briefly touched your wetness. You began to stimulate it little by little.

“I-I think... I think...” you murmured, stopping your touch, gently pushing away her playful tongue from your clit. “I don’t think I want to play anymore… I want you, my love.”

Donna nodded nervously, placing her lips on yours, moving closer, sinking down onto your body as her hands slowly parted your legs.

The subtle caress of her penis at your entrance sent shivers down your spine, a reflex movement that forced you to move away slightly, making Donna look at you, worried.

“Oh, don't pay attention to me,” you said, amused. “Come here... make me yours.”

A deep kiss hid the burning sensation of her erection slowly entering you, causing your body to stretch, eliciting a moan of pain from you.

“Bellissima... am I hurting you?” the lady asked, stopping her movements, trying to see in your eyes the suffering she thought she was causing. “I can stop if you want.”

“No, no, Donna,” you said, closing your eyes, getting used to the feeling of having lost your innocence, to your walls beginning to embrace her more gently. “You're not exactly tiny, are you?”

“Wow, I'm sorry,” Donna said, unable to stop her hips from moving slowly, her shaft from forcing its way inside you as the lady stifled a deep moan. “Così... buono...”

Noticing the pain disappear, new sensations began to course through you, a mysteriously burning shiver moving your body to keep pace with her gentle movements. Donna was completely inside you, filling you completely. You were one.

“My love...” you sighed moaning, moving your hands to the lady, gripping her back as her thrusts forced you to writhe. “Donna…”

“(Y/N)…” she moaned too, burying her head in your shoulder, achieving a slow and tender rhythm as your wet walls embraced her, holding her inside you.

The words ceased to make sense, giving way to an erotic succession of moans and grunts of pleasure. Your fingers trailed down her back, scratching her skin as she moved her hips, her erection settling inside you.

The pleasure you never thought you'd get with her became overwhelming. Dirty thoughts appeared in your mind, replacing your insecurities, reveling in all those new and addictive sensations.

“Wait,” you said, pushing into the lady as her thrusts accelerated, foreshadowing an ending you weren't ready for yet, even though your body was.

“Come, Donna.”

The lady pulled out of you with a frustrated growl and words you didn't understand, but you silenced them with a hot kiss, eager and hungry for more, for much more. With a firm movement, you threw your girlfriend onto the bed and climbed over her hips, keeping your gaze fixed on her shining eye, on her face flushed with pleasure.

“Let me lead you now,” you whispered in her ear, before positioning yourself, gently gripping her shaft until it was back at your entrance, sliding over it slowly, very slowly.

“Cazzo...” the lady protested, hitting the mattress with the pleasure of this new position.

Your body quickly grew accustomed to his shaft, and as your hands ran over his sweaty chest, you began to move, slowly but surely.

“Do you like it?” you asked in a lusty tone, a groan echoing in your words as your hips moved against her, feeling, for the first time, in control.

Poor Donna was ecstatic with pleasure and could only nod, placing her hands on your body to guide it clumsily, thus creating the false illusion that she was really in control.

“Oh, shit, shit,” you said as your body begged for more, begging you to speed up your movements.

Your walls moved restlessly, squeezing her inside you so she couldn't escape. All your muscles tensed at once, and with a cry of pleasure, that tension turned into your first genuine orgasm.

“Donna, Donna...” you moaned as your body shook, held by her arms, by the hips pounding into you from below. “Fuck!”

“(Y/N)...” she moaned, not letting you rest, not allowing your body to relax prematurely. “Sto... sto per venire, amore mio...”

“Do it... Do it!” you cried, your limbs still trembling.

A slurred growl told you that Donna had released herself, along with a terribly pleasurable heat inside you. It was an indescribable sensation, a warm and wet caress that coursed through your walls; her seed filling you, making you hers.

Neither of you spoke afterward; only the kisses, the hugs, the caresses spoke...

“Donna,” you broke the silence as the exhausted lady played with your hair.

“Mm?”

“That was the best dance of my life.”

[itsabouttimex2]

Not a request, just blabbering about the “not the beloved au” because. God. Poor MK. Obviously, y/n is the one suffering the most from the dynamic, but MK’s development is being stunted by the way the two kings are raising him. Never being told no, having everything and everyone live their life to accommodate around him- sure he’s still a toddler, they’re going to be stupid, but he’s resorting to hurting himself when he doesn’t get what he wants (ie Y/N, a whole person!) that is very troubling behavior.

I’d hate to see how he’d be grown up- he’d definitely still be a hero- he IS a good kid, he’d want to help people- but what happens if he’s not able to beat someone in a fight immediately or he’s outmatched? How much of him fighting would just make things worse because he’s used to the world bending over backwards to make him happy?

Poor kid.

Not The Beloved

Anon, I'm so glad you brought this up, because on surface level, NTB!MK is a little entitled menace. But when you take a moment to scratch past that unfortunate facade, then... well, yeah. He is a victim all in his own right, hard as it may be to see from a certain viewpoint. The only world MK knows is his own family and their home- his two dads, Y/N, the Flower Fruit Mountain monkeys, and the mountain itself.

The end. No school. No friends. Nothing.

And that's just the way his dads like it! Sun Wukong likes that his kiddo is isolated, stunted, socially awkward and somewhat entitled! That just makes him easier to spoil! Easier to love! And Macaque, too! If he helps to custom-cater a world that his beloved baby boy can't survive outside of? Then MK can't leave, and thus can never escape his love and care!

Which is exactly why MK needs the reader.

In spite of being everything that the little kid is not, Y/N's startling normality is the only grounding factor that MK has to let him know that something is wrong. Because Y/N didn't have the upbringing that their little brother had, they have a legitimate claim to being the least mentally-skewed of the family, which is, unsurprisingly, one hell of a boon.

Like, MK has it great... at first. Never Having to do chores or make your own food, and having your overbearing daddies brush your teeth and tie your shoes for you is awesome when you're four, but sucks ass when you're twelve and can barely function outside your role as a spoiled prince-

But! There's still Y/N!

Frustrated, jealous, and angry Y/N. Y/N, who seethes and huffs and kicks their feet and grits their teeth and punches their pillow into pulpy fluff, who curses under their breath and has to burn all the letters they write about how much they despise their family. Y/N who was only spared punishment after the scraps of those letters were found because MK cried and begged for his daddies to forgive his older sibling because-

Because Y/N, in spite of their jealously and anger, will still roll up both sleeves, sit down, and teach their little brother how to tie his shoes, how to roll up a tube of toothpaste to squeeze the last bit out, how to boil water and brown meat.

There's this normalcy to being hated by someone that anchors MK to reality, even though he's a little too young and naive to really put his grateful feelings into words, so instead it all manifests as "Y/N is my favorite person ever and ever!" that Wukong and Macaque don't like (because they are both horribly jealous) but will force Y/N to reciprocate.

And even when his beloved older sibling bullies their parents into coughing up the necessary resources in order to head off to college, MK keeps in touch with the phones he begs both his fathers to buy, and manages to maneuver them both into two strict "buts".

Specifically, "You can go off to college, but you have to keep in touch with us and MK." and "We'll foot the bill, but you have to come back and stay here during the weekends."

Which is... enough. Enough of a thread cut loose that Y/N slips free to experience at least a mildly normal life pursuing their desired field with some actual space to grow and heal and establish normal relationships outside of their toxic family.

(Even though they're definitely becoming the mom/dad friend.)

Then there's the matter of "How good of a hero will MK be without his good-natured upbringing, courtesy of Pigsy and Tang?" that you brought up, and the answer to that question is: "Don't worry about it, because MK doesn't get to be a hero."

After all, why would his dads risk losing their miracle baby?

So it isn't even "Would MK ditch a fight or otherwise give up on it when he struggles?", it's "Can Y/N bare-knuckle Red Son's cute face into pulp with only their long suppressed rage as fuel?" because MK isn't the hero of NTB- Y/N is.

And they don't ever intend on losing the new life they fought to find.

[yeetus-feetus]

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused.

He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is ok.

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too.

And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? That's so cool, I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and awesome! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

[demonslayerunhinged]

Honestly, Sanemi constantly disowning Genya was probably the worst thing he ever did to him.

Like I know Genya isn't that kind of person but what a waste! Do you know the kind of street cred he'd have among the other slayers like he's the Tsuguko of the Strongest Hashira AND the little brother of the Second Strongest???

Man couldn't be me, I'd have to be gagged because I WOULD NOT shut up about it! I'd be flexing that shit EVERY CHANCE I GET! Like they see the kind of sauce I got?? the absolute units I got behind me???? Like don't talk to me! Y'all can't even touch this!!! 😤

I'm going to train with my mentor THE STONE HASHIRA OF WHICH I AM HIS TSUGUKO!!!

Oh yea, I'm heading out. where? oh just to go hang out with the STONE HASHIRA

You're going to the Master's mansion? You'd be passing by my brother's estate, you know THE WIND HASHIRA that happens to be MY BROTHER!!

Oh you're going to take a shit? Yea my brother THE WIND HASHIRA takes awesome shits too, why are you looking at me like that? Jealous?

Booooooo Sanemi!!! 🍅 🍅 🍅

[starlovesganyu]

Hi Star! Can i request a reader taking care of Genshin/Star Rail girls when they’re sick or injured. And if you can include Furina that would be awesome!

taking care of them!

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taking care of them when they're sick or injured!

thanks for the ask!

various characters x gn!reader

characters: firefly, seele, kafka, keqing, kujou sara, furina

warnings: none

not proofread

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firefly -`✮´-

• will try and convince you that she's perfectly fine, not a trace of sickness present in her body, even though she has a burning fever

"i'm not sick! it's just a little hot in here..."

• she'll be adamant until you tell her to do a couple pushups (she collapses after the second one)

• if you bring her some soup, she'll be so excited to try your cooking that she ignores all of your warnings and burns her tongue

• will love to just to talk with you about recent events or look through your camera roll to pass time

"awww...you were so cute when you were a baby!"

• she'll actually stay in bed until you say she's all better! (only because she loves getting pampered by you)

• once she's all better, she'll text silver wolf about being taken care of by you just to make her jealous

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seele -`✮´-

• will try her best to hide any injuries from you when she "walks" through the door

• she knows you're busy, so she doesn't want to add more to your plate </3

"i'm fine! it's just a little scratch...it'll be fine in the morning!"

• once you capture her (easy since she can't run), you'll realize that it's not just a "little scratch"

• will try and tell you not to call natasha under the pretense that "it's not necessary", when in reality she's just scared of doctor visits

• even though she is barred from her work, she does enjoy the extra time she gets to spend around you

• that being said, keeping her from going back out while she's still injured will be one of the hardest tasks of all time

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

kafka -`✮´-

• lucky for you, elio's script mentioned kafka getting sick for some reason

• she'll enjoy watching you scramble around and try to act almost motherlike, when usually, it's the other way around

• her heart will melt when she spies you trying to make her a meal

• you just look too cute, eyebrows furrowed as you try and make sense of the recipes while frantically running around to make sure nothing's burning <3

• seeing your face light up when she compliments your cooking makes her fall in love with you all over again!

• even though she's sick, will still tell you to come cuddle because how do you expect her to go days without holding you in her arms?

• no way you'll get sick right? it wasn't in the script!

you get sick :(

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

keqing -`✮´-

• she rarely ever gets sick, so coming home to her coughing in bed will definitely be a surprise

• her face will be very red, maybe because she's sick, but more likely because you gently placed your hand on her forehead to take her body temperature

• will try to convince you that she's fine and can manage herself, not needing you constantly fuss over her like she's a little kid

• but, when you bring her some water, she'll quickly gulp it down before sheepishly asking you for another glass

• when you settle down next to her with a book, she'll insist that she's okay, that you can leave her alone, but immediately regrets it when you get up to leave

"w-wait...actually, if it doesn't bother you...could you stay for a little longer?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

kujou sara -`✮´-

• you always tell her to be careful before she leaves for training, so when she comes home holding her shoulder in pain, she already knows you'll be all over her

• she'll try her best to downplay her injury by tenderly raising her arm, but it backfires when she can only move it a couple inches

• will obediently go visit a doctor with you, but only because she hates seeing you so worried. it breaks her heart </3

• will apologize over and over again and promise to be more careful in the future

• you'll constantly have to stop her from doing tasks she shouldn't be doing while she's still recovering, like lifting heavy things or shooting targets with her bow

• will definitely hurt herself trying to give you a hug

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

furina -`✮´-

"i, furina de fontaine, never gets sick!" *intense coughing*

• will be pretty surprisingly energetic, treating you as if you're her servant, commanding you to do everything for her

• internally though, she's incredibly grateful you're here for her, she's just never been good with voicing her feelings <3

• to make up for it, she'll take you out on a nice dinner date when she's all better!

• she hates the taste of the medicine prescribed by sigewinne, so you'll have to sneak it into a slice of cake

• she may fake being sick even after she's gotten better just to have you continue to take care of her, and it'll be very convincing-she's not the best actor for no reason!

• eventually drops the act because she can't bear not hugging and kissing you any longer <3

a/n: thanks for reading!!!

[moonstruckme]

reader making a new friend (who is a male btw) and poly!marauders get jealous and snap at reader, for example saying, ‘go hang out with ____ ‘ and reader understands and reassures them that no such thing as reader leaving marauders would ever happen.

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 860 words

"There you are, angel!" James gushes as you walk in the door. "We've been waiting, where've you been?"

You stop short, caught offguard by the onslaught of attention as three pairs of eyes pin you in front of the door. Your boyfriends are all sitting at the table, untouched bowls of pasta in front of them and one by your empty chair.

"Sorry," you say slowly, easing your bag off your shoulder and taking off your shoes. "I didn't realize you were waiting. Liam wanted to show me some new music he's found, so I stayed late." You hustle to your chair, and James begins shoveling pasta into his mouth eagerly.

"Oh, Liam asked you to stay," Sirius says drily, stabbing at his bowl with a fork. "Awesome."

You frown. Liam started at your work a couple of months ago, and the two of you had hit it off immediately. He was funny, you liked a lot of the same things, and everyone who you'd introduced him to adored him. Everyone, except your boyfriends. "He didn't ask me to stay, I offered because I wanted to hear it. And I didn't ask you to wait up for me, either."

James swallows. "We tried to call you, and texted you a bunch," he says, and the quiet of his voice is so unlike him that your anxiety instantly heightens.

You whip out your phone, seeing missed calls and texts from each of the boys taking up the entire screen. You'd forgotten to turn the sound back on after your shift.

"I'm sorry," you say, putting it away, and you mean it, but none of the boys really seems to want to look at you.

And as quickly as your shame rose to the surface, indignation comes in to replace it. This is so unlike them. Sirius will occaisionally make a teasing comment about you leaving them for one of your celebrity crushes, but none of your boyfriends are truly the jealous type. You're in a polyamorous relationship, for Merlin's sake. This sort of possessiveness has never been part of the deal.

"What's your problem with him?" You stare them down in turn, and only Sirius is bold enough to meet your heated gaze.

"You're with him when you should be with us!" He snaps. "Just look at tonight—James made dinner, and where were you? With him! So why are you even here now? Let's just cut the bullshit, and you can go hang out with Liam."

James had...James never cooks. That always falls to you or Remus, but tonight...you look at the pasta, which you've yet to take a bite of, and you're hit with a guilt that feels like nausea. It's your favorite. James cooked it for you.

"You have been seeing a lot of him lately," Remus says quietly, and his tone is more controlled than Sirius', but you see the protective hand he sets on James' knee under the table. "And you talk about him all the time. Do you really not see why our minds would go there?"

"I didn't...you guys are serious about this?" Your voice wavers, and that gets them all to look at you. You see the truth of it in their faces, sullen and embarrassed and tense, as if apprehensive of what you'll do next. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way, I—fuck, Jamie, can I give you a hug?"

"Course," he says softly, and rush to him, pressing your face into his dark curls.

"Thank you for dinner, love," you say, feeling like your heart is breaking. "I didn't mean to be late, and I should have remembered to turn my phone back on, I'm so sorry. This is so lovely of you." You turn so you can see the other boys, still cradling James' head in one hand. "Liam and I are just friends, I promise. I didn't know...I thought it was just teasing, the way you talked about him. I didn't mean to let you worry. And I'm sorry if I've been blowing you off lately."

"It hasn't been that often, dove." Remus is the first to warm, looking at you kindly. "Just, could you let us know if you're going to be very late?"

You feel like your chest has hollowed out at the realization of how this has been weighing on them. "Yeah, of course." You release James to return to your seat, leaning over to press a kiss to Sirius' head as you pass him, and he rolls his eyes with a reluctance you suspect is mostly feigned by now. "You really think I could find someone better than you three? You're out of your minds," you quip, taking some pasta onto your fork and inhaling the aroma of the sauce appreciatively. You think you see James sit up a bit straighter with pride. "As if there's anyone who could give me more than what I already have. Honestly, I'm at full capacity, love-wise."

Sirius snorts, finally eating some of his own pasta. "I know. This apartment is hardly large enough for the four of us, where would Liam sleep?"

[prxshipluv]

> Ily proship self-shippers who are in fandoms that are practically overrun by antis, so you struggle to enjoy content of your f/os because of it.

> Ily proship self-shippers who don't feel comfortable or safe enough to post about your self-ships because of how the fandom is, your self-ship is just as valid as anyone else's and the fact you're private about it doesn't take that away!

> Ily proship self-shippers who enjoy making your self-ships dark, toxic, incestuous, etcetc. I also love you if you prefer keeping your self-ships healthy and light.

> Ily proship self-shippers who have hundreds of f/os, and ily proship self-shippers who have only one or very few f/os.

> Ily proship self-shippers who both self-ship with a character and also ship them with other characters. And ily proship self-shippers who are too jealous to do that.

> Ily proship self-shippers who have poly self-ships, and ily if you keep all your self-ships monogamous too!

> Ily proship self-shippers who self-ship for comfort and trauma processing. And ily proship self-shippers who simply do it for fun and entertainment!

> Basically, i just love you proship self-shippers, you are all awesome and deserve as much support as anyone else. If you are a proship self-shipper i'm all open for moots and i'll listen to all your gushes and info-dumps about your self-ships! 🫶🏻

[megtrns]

Hello! Wanted to start off and say how much I love your writing, and it's awesome you feel able to do it again. Thank you, and I hope you're having a good day!!!

Secondly, if your inbox isn't too full already, could I maybe request a little scenario of idw megs receiving a painting from a secret admirer so to speak? It's not exactly hard to find out who made it, doing a painting at cybertronian scale is a huge undertaking for a human, and would likely require some assistance (something i doubt would stay secret for long), but, despite their usual spunkiness, the human just got a little too nervous to gift it directly.

a/n : hi dear, thank you so much for the sweet message, i'm glad to hear you enjoy my writing ! i hope you're having a good day too. i hope i do justice to your request because it was so fun to write for <3

florence. megatron / gn!reader. sfw !

You once told him a story about a (rumoured) condition in which people, when confronted with profound artworks, are seized by a range of mysterious symptoms—from mild dizziness to falling to their knees, with some even fainting—the Florence syndrome, as they called it. A strange and rare phenomenon in which one crumbles at the sight of intense beauty.

Megatron is aware of your passion for art. Your hands are often smudged with ink or paint whenever he sees you, dried flecks of grey and red adorning your forearms. Once, you had infamously splashed an entire bucket of paint over Rodimus, pleading to your captain that it was not premeditated. That he just had the spoiled luck of entering your makeshift art studio while you were 'experimenting'.

Work for you above the Lost Light was scarce, and in space, the days all blur into one — long and seemingly endless, no one stopped you from indulging in your hobbies. You had a range of artistic passions, but one Megatron finds curious: painting, both the act and the result of the action. The technique is different from what they did back on Cybertron. And Megatron cannot remember the last time he saw one, denied of such privileges as someone forged for the mines (and by the time he could roam the streets freely, there weren't many buildings left for him to set foot in. Regrettably, he made sure of that.)

He has seen you do it before, wrist moving in delicate concentration, guiding liquid paint — which he learned to be particles of pigment suspended in a drying oil — across a white canvas. You made it look effortless, like a dance you perform for yourself, one he privately wishes he could see more often. But these days, you were being secretive, often excusing yourself away from your usual table at Swerves to return to your studio, where the windows were tinted so that not even sly, conniving mechs like Whirl could peek inside. Everyone assumed you needed the solitude; living in a ship with over a hundred rowdy bots can overwhelm a person. So he lets you go to tend to your latest project, disappointed that even when suspended in space, the time you two shared passes so quickly.

He would be lying to himself to say that he wasn't curious, going as far as surprising himself by feeling jealous at the sight of Ultra Magnus and Fortress Maximus walking out of the studio — idly chatting in the hallway as if they hadn't just entered what is (currently) known as the most secretive place aboard the whole ship. Even Rodimus had thrown a fit at the rumour that the two point-one-percenters had seen your latest painting before he did, and Megatron was somewhat relieved that the former Prime acted as a distraction, afraid that you saw right through him, past his armour and down to his envy.

Until he sees the painting in front of his hab-suite, leaning against the door.

His servos twitched to touch, optics widening at the sight.

It was him.

You've painted him as he is, iron and silver, standing proudly under the light. His eyes red like a rising sun. It was almost like staring into the mirror, yet his image was looking away from the viewer — both he and the audience acting as discreet observers. But there was a sudden, slow pulling at his spark when he realised that even when he's not smiling in the portrait, you made him look kind. Gentle.

And the ex-warlord didn't know how to feel aside from astonishment. Is this how you see him? That despite his marred and ugly history, you see art in him ?

When he saw you the next day, optics skimming the crowd to land on a pair of nervous eyes, Megatron didn't even notice he was smiling — a small, rare gesture that had you blushing so beautifully.

You tried to act as if the painting wasn't from you, dismissing his 'thank yous' and shrugging it off with both hands in your pocket (as if Ultra Magnus and Fortress Maximus had not admitted to being the one to carry you above their open palms for hours so you could reach the corners of the giant canvas.) Megatron, however, doesn't need a confession. He didn’t miss the satisfied grin you tried to hide when you saw the painting in his room, clearly cherished by the way it hung right where he could see it at all times.

Megatron has barely received anything in his life worth treasuring, but this painting was almost like a silent admission — intimate, sweet, something so far removed from what he thought was possible in his life.

So yes, he has heard of people trembling and shaking at the sight of grandiose paintings, going so far as to weep and collapse. Megatron couldn't understand it until he pictured you standing in the middle of your studio, neck craned to admire your portrayal of him — the vision enough to make his processor spin.