#i want to strangle them sometimes

[gutterbonestm2]

My parents watched the Barbie movie and were shitting all over it because they thought it was "boring" and "stupid"

But they also thought that the Suicide Squad (2016) was really good

[dailykugisaki]

Day 127 | id in alt

They hangin out on a building fr.

[animentality]

I wanted to write NagiReo fanfiction, but the Nagi fans have spoken: I am incapable of writing Nagi Seishiro. So I guess I'm writing anything but NagiReo from now on.

I still ship it, and all, but I'mma let Kaneshiro provide the NagiReo for y'all. I shan't be involved.

But I'm rooting for the girlies.

[musubiki]

mochi thinks its kinda hot but kinda annoying how much lime eats. on one held he works out regularly and as a tall young man has one of those ridiculously high metabolisms where he can eat like 12 donuts and 3 blizzards and still be in shape, so she gets it. also he looks really good so she cant complain. but on the other end there are (a bit too frequently occurring) mornings where she wants like. spam and eggs or something. and theres like 1 egg and zero spam since lime needs like 6 eggs for breakfast and they havent gone grocery shopping yet

[m00nj3w3l]

I think if there's one thing I'll never get over about BSD is how Dazai in this episode says "the main reason I came here is Atsushi" HELLOOOOOOOOOO

[fairysylveon]

rubbing my temples a little thinking about tim takes

[freakalot]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

part 2

[sunsetzer]

I was thinking that the feeling of sheer visceral fury the first warden instills within me the second he appears on screen during my veilguard playthrough was kinda familiar and it just hit me. It was TFA Sentinel Prime. I watched TFA as a kid as it aired and while I think I remember him getting more bearable later on, s1 Sentinel was awful lmao. It's the "I'm more important than you and therefore I'm more correct and you have to do what I say" thing they are tHE SAM E

[autisticlee]

have realized the way my sister talks to me is a trauma trigger and I can't escape it because no matter what I do she still talks to me that way and i've told her to stop because I hate it and it makes me feel horrible so please try to talk to me differently. but she just rolls her eyes and continues to say worse things. she gets to live her best life and be happy because the way she treats me doesn't affect her at all, while I have to spend the next week with trauma related flashbacks and rumination and feeling like shit against my will. and she doesn't care. it's my problem that she's my problem! she doesn't need to take responsibility for anything! she grew up being taught she's invincible and can treat me like shit and never get punished. she learned to fake cry and get me in trouble. no one believes me or cares. i'm the bad kid and she's a perfect angel. because of that, my parents don't care and tell me to "ignore/get over it"

IF CURING TRAUMA WAS EASY AS DECIDING TO GET OVER IT– 😒

[bookersebastien]

whichever fucking company sold my phone number so i keep getting texts about working at temu and shit, count your fucking days

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

You decide to sleep on the couch after an argument pt.3

pt.1 pt.2 character: Caleb note: not proofread. haven't played the game since he came out so he might be a little oc

Caleb’s mind is simple: you being away from him means he can’t protect you from any possible danger. He is overprotective to the point it disturbs you and sometimes you think if it was up to him he would tie you to his side so you never leave his sight. Because you’re the safest by his side right?

Considering his possessive nature towards you, you can imagine the intensity of arguments between you two. The problem is, he doesn’t see how he’s wrong. You’re a professional hunter? You’ve lived for years without him? You’re one of the best at your dangerous job? falls on deaf ears and right now you’re so so close to strangling him. Instead, you turn around and go to your bedroom to get a blanket and pillow, because sleeping beside this obstinate asshole is the last thing you want tonight. after a minute you can sense Caleb’s presence. He yawns as he leans against the doorframe

“Whatcha doin’ pipsqueak?” His question is playful

“Oh, I’m pipsqueak again”

Caleb laughs at your sarcastic answer which earns your glare, making him mumble “Still mad I see” under his breath. Silently, you wonder if he is bothered by the argument at all. You gather everything in your arms and walk to the door and as you pass him he grabs your shoulder from behind and drapes himself over you.

“A little bit dramatic don’t you think?”

“You’re heavy, you asshole”

You grumble as you try to shrug him off but he won’t budge. Quite the opposite actually, his arms are wrapped around your shoulders tightly with his face in your neck.

“Can’t handle it? I thought you were a strong girl.”

“Do you, really? Because you act like I’m made of glass”

“Well, not glass. More like-”

You try to smack him but he moves his head to avoid it and laughs, instead catching your wrist and placing a kiss on your pulse point. Even though the gesture makes you blush, you snatch your hand back and accidentally hit his metal arm, causing you to hiss at the pain. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if saying ‘See?’ which makes you more furious.

He starts to say something but you interrupt.

“Let me go, Caleb. I’m mad at you and don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you”

“No”

“No?”

“Gotta keep you away from your thoughts, pipsqueak. What if you decide you want to leave me or something because of this stupid argument, hm? What then?”

You fall silent for a moment because you need to get this straight. So, he thinks that after he ‘died’ and you mourned him, thinking about him almost every day, years later you find out that he’s alive and is doing everything to keep you close, you will leave him because of an argument? Now, you doubt his sanity. On the other hand, Caleb takes your silence as a bad sign and starts panicking.

“Pipsqueak? Come to bed, please. And we can do whatever you want tomorrow. I’m yours the whole day- Hey, I’ll make braised chicken wings. You still love them right? Or whatever you want, you name it…” When he gets no answer, he drops his head on your shoulder, giving up “Okay, if you really don’t wanna sleep beside me, I’ll take the couch, just, please sleep in the bedroom.”

Finally, you sigh and lean your head against his chest.

“You won’t drop this, will you?”

He smirks because he knows you. He knows you want to give into him but your pride won’t let you. So you try to blame him. Make it look like, you don’t have a choice, so you don’t feel bad about yourself. But he’ll take it. He’ll take all the blame and allegation if it means you’ll stay with him.

“Not a chance” his voice is muffled against your neck as he pecks it, before removing himself from you and leading you back to your bedroom.

“I don’t think you’re made of glass,” he tells you when you’re both lying down on the bed and you place your head on his chest, in return, he wraps his arms around you.

“Hm?” you’re confused before you remember your earlier statement

“I don’t think you’re weak. The opposite actually, I think you’re very strong I just… I worry about you, I can’t help it. So what if you’re one of the best hunters? you’re not immortal. And when I think that there’s even the slightest chance that I might lose you again… I won’t be able to take it. So all this overprotective act is also for the sake of my sanity.” He laughs humourlessly in the end.

You raise your head to look at him. He’s already watching you with adoration behind his purple eyes. You brush the strands of hair from his forehead and place a kiss on his lips.

“I won’t leave you” You kiss the corner of his mouth “You’re crazy if you think leaving you has even crossed my mind. Now that I have you back? You’re stuck with me as much as I am with you”

There’s a faint smile on his lips as his eyes run over your face.

“Goodnight, pipsqueak"

“Goodnight, Caleb”

You both fall silent as you lay back down on his chest. However, the silence is broken by you.

“You’re making braised chicken wings for me, tomorrow”

“Absolutely” he agrees with a silent chuckle.

[alyimoss]

ok but the thing that KILLS ME completely is that in one of jakei's doodles (which are explicitly said to be "not exactly canon" ig but whatever) xundyne asks xpap is xalphys is his sister and he says "no", but ive always felt cross seems to treat her like a sister? which fucking.

xpapyrus not thinking of her as a sister bc shes never said she was and never particularly acted like she was, not like xgaster saying explicitly "i am your father" and yeah he was not a good one but he was the providing authority figure so at least in some ways he was one when he wasnt neglecting them. but cross thinking of her as his sister bc they grew up together, because she *did* care (and he latches onto even a semblance of that maybe a bit too strongly), because he feels the same duty to protect her and care for her as he did and does for xpapyrus...

in my mind theyre siblings always idc i dont care i DONT CARE

forever thinking about how xalphys is cross’ sister. like, they were raised together. by the same man. they lived down the hall from each other their entire lives. they grew up with each other, they went through the same life events together.

does cross get the same pang of hurt when he sees an alternate alphys that he does when he sees another papyrus? does he feel isolated and confused that no other sans he’s ever encountered saw alphys as a sister and not a former coworker or friend?

does he feel a sinking fear when he finds out what horror did to his alphys? does he turn away and try not to gag as killer or dust attack an alphys on missions the same way he would if it was a papyrus? does he ever see xalphys working with xgaster and feel a deep sense of betrayal? does he miss the sister he used to know, or at least thought he did?

does he miss her?

[monstersholygrail]

Imagine being an Bartender in the free use city, customers giving double the tip *wink*

Working as a Bartender in the Free Use City was never really that bad of a gig. Sure, you got hit on more than the usual bartender and sometimes the lines got backed up because you were busy fucking someone, but all in all it wasn’t that bad.

One would think the night life in a Free Use City would get even more wild compared to the day life. But during your time here you quickly found it to be the opposite. As the sun set it seemed like the people began to calm. Probably growing tired from a busy day of fucking. But there were always a handful of monsters whose appetites were never quite filled…

A knock rings on the bar counter, immediately catching your attention. You wipe down a glass and put it away, turning toward the counter to see a Tentacle Monster waiting, an easy grin on his face.

“Can I just have a shot of tequila, sweet thing?” He asks, voice as smooth as silk and his tone dripping with the promise that he definitely doesn’t just want a shot.

You raise a brow at him but nod anyway. He was hot as fucking hell. If he wanted more than a shot you sure weren’t going to be the one to shoot him down. Your lips quirk to the side, mirroring his expression.

“Sure thing,” you murmur as you pour the drink.

The whole thing takes about three seconds of you pouring the drink and two seconds for you to pass it. Tentacle Monster doesn’t look away from your gaze as he picks up the glass and downs it with a single gulp. He puts it back down and the clang of glass on wood has you jumping, your every nerve aware of him.

His eyes simmer with lust and yours are just as dark with need. His tentacles shift restlessly. You notice the way they crawl toward you before they fall back as if they have a mind of their own and he has to restrain them.

“You know, you have provided me with such wonderful service. You deserve more than just a tip,” he rasps, leaning in closer to you.

It’s like you’re under his spell as you lean forward too. Neither of you stopping until you can smell the alcohol he just drank on his breath. For some reason it only turns you on further. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you can practically taste his drink.

“Like a double tip?”

Tentacle Monster chuckles, his smirk only widening as his eyes flicker over your features. Catching every little expression you make. Seeing the need written all over your face.

You cry out loudly, bucking wildly on the Tentacle Monster’s tentacles in the storage closet of the bar. Your eyes roll back as three of his slick lengths pump their way inside your holes, stretching you further than you thought you could take.

“T-this is definitely more than a double t-t-tip,” you stammer, the jostling of his tentacles breaking up your speech.

More of them curl around your waist and your arms, helping to slam you back down on his sensitive tentacles. He chuckles darkly, getting a deep satisfaction watching you become a mess on him.

“More than a double and more than the tip,” he growls out, picking up the pace.

You throw your head back, releasing a strangled scream of pleasure. You try and keep up with his frantic pace as much as you can but your body starts to shake as you grow closer to the edge. All you can do is sag against him and let him take you for the ride of your life. His tentacles reaching further inside of you than any monster in this city ever has before.

He makes a mess of your mind and your body, fucking you dumb and boneless. His tentacles are the only keeping your plush form upward as they tighten around your body and piston deep inside your tight heat. The second his tentacles suction onto your walls, stimulating your nerves in a way you swear nearly sends you to heaven, you’re coming all over him. Your body explodes in a euphoric haze of bliss and weak moans spill from your lips.

Tentacle Monster continues to thrust his tentacles deep within your core. Your hole clenches around his tentacles as he slips a few more smaller ones inside of you, body so sensitive but so eager. His movements grow more sloppy as you do and a second later he’s shooting his cum as far inside of you as his tentacles can reach. You moan as he fills you up even more, even spurt of cum has you twitching around him.

A lazy fucked out smile rests on your face. Even as Tentacle Monster loosens his hold and you smack down against his chest. Light airy giggles leave you and it takes all your strength to lift up a hand and wave.

“Hope you enjoyed my service here with you today, come again soon,” you mumble in your practiced customer service voice.

His tentacles pulse inside of you and you gasp, your body prickling with the desire that seems to grow in the room once more. You feel his tentacles tease at your skin and curl inside of you, turning you on all over again.

“Cum again you say?”

[tojiphile]

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION MEN + DICK HEADCANONS & SIZES

a/n. i wrote this last night at 5am while sleep deprived so the further it gets the more wack it gets LOL

cw/tw. f!reader, rough sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, body hair, skinny penis, unprotected sex, for 18+ readers

MONKEY D. LUFFY

— 6.5” but thinks he’s average, so he doesn’t stretch it out with his abilities. not too girthy, but he makes up for it with his unrelenting stamina. it curves up against his stomach and leans left slightly. a little bit messy because he tried to shave it once and nicked himself, so he just settled with the hair. honey-toned towards the base and a deep red at the tip, especially when he’s raring to go.

— he wants to do it in every position, on every surface. he has you bent over the dinner table, one leg up and slamming into you mercilessly. he has you spread eagle in the bathtub, legs locked behind his back as he stuffs you full. it’s almost as if his dick is made for you, the curve perfectly abuses your g-spot as every orgasm overwhelms you, and you’re left a sobbing, babbling mess. he wants to know if he’s doing well, and he gets his answer when you chant “s— so, ah! good, fuck, d— don’t stop!” like a prayer.

RORONOA ZORO

— long, fat and heavy. he’s blessed with a stunning 7.3” length, though if anyone asks, he rounds down to make them feel more at ease. veiny. the mushroom tip is flushed purple, and it’s rests nicely on your tongue!! probably messy down there, he doesn’t see the point in shaving or trimming, but if you ask nicely, he’ll grunt, roll his eyes, and do it for you.

— you insisted that you didn’t need any prep, but as you straddled him, lining up your cunt with his cock, you soon realised your mistake. you have to spread yourself open, face scrunching up, and slowly sink down. he loves the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering as you start riding him. when your eyes flutter shut and your hips stutter, he takes control—holding you tight by the waist and fucking into you until you’re screaming.

SANJI VINSMOKE

— 6.4” and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip. it curves up and to the right. the carpet matches the drapes. he keeps it neat, though he probably doesn’t grow much hair anyway. he trims it once every few days, but he’ll never admit to it. smells the best AKA smells really clean, like soap.

— he goes crazy when you maintain eye contact and drop to your knees. you take his cock in hand, lifting it to run your tongue on the underside, tracing a prominent vein. you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head and his whole body is shaking, knees buckling as he chases that familiar high.

USUPP

— coming in at 5.8”, he makes up for it in his thick girth. when he jerks himself off, he can barely wrap his hand around it. he’s soooo sensitive that the wind can blow and he’s be hard. fat fat fat mushroom head that’s olive, golden-hued, and always oozing precum. heavy heavy balls. he might be clumsy and inexperienced, but his size alone is enough to make you drool. trims sometimes but only when he thinks he might get lucky.

— his hand grips your hair as you worship his cock, working magic with your mouth. as you jerk him off, you give small kitten licks to his leaking tip, tasting his salty precum. you whisper, “i want you” and before you know it, he has you pinned under him, rutting his thick cock into you desperately. his eyes are fixated on the way your cunt swallows him, and only strangled groans escape his lips.

BUGGY

— sorry buggy simps but he’s definitely a shower not a grower, though he still does comes in at a nice 6”! also, it’s ya boy, skinny penis. built like a tree branch but at least it’s really veiny, AND he knows how to talk you through it. so really, it might not be the most impressive but with his confidence when he’s fucking you? he’ll fuck you out and make you believe he’s 8” and 5”.

— he loves admiring your sopping cunt as it swallow him whole, your princess parts stretching to to accommodate his cock. he likes to fucks you. he presses you up against a window and fucks you from the back, choking you with his forearm and practically purrs, “taking me so well, ya dirty slut, fuckin’ cunt was made for my cock.”

SHANKS

— he doesn’t act like it buuuuuuut monster cock. it’s 7.8”, thick, and curved so much it slaps against his happy trail. let me tell you that when he sun tans, he does it naked. he lathers that horse cock up with sunblock and spreads eagle on the sand, hands behind his head, so he’s bronzed and beautiful. trims when he feels like it or if you ask, he doesn’t really think much about it.

— he doesn’t look like he’s putting in much effort when he fucks, barely breaking a sweat, but he has you writhing, hands gripping the sheets, eyes hazy and choking on your own spit. he knows what he’s doing to you. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in delicate circles making you cum over and over again until you’re absolutely wrecked. when he’s close, he picks up the pace, grunting heavily, hips stuttering as he spills his seed inside of you. when he pulls out, he takes the time to finger fuck his cum back into you, your body shaking as you work through the aftershock.

[calwoso]

disappointment

you show up on your sister's doorstep in the middle of the night with no explanation

Someone is knocking on their door, incessantly and loudly. Which would be a bit odd at any time of day considering most people would use the intercom outside the apartment building so Caro and Marta would know they were coming up.

It’s made worse now, because it’s a little before 4am and who the fuck is knocking on the door?

The sound stops as Caro steps closer, peering up to the peephole to see who is on the other side. Behind Marta has grabbed the heaviest object she could find, a lamp, holding it tightly between both hands prepared to swing.

But Caro deflates as she sees who is on the other side before rushing to unlock the door and swing it open to haul you inside.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” She hisses as she shuts the door behind you, locking it once more.

“Wow, nice to see you too.” You grin. “You took your time answering the door.”

“It’s the middle of the night.” Caro snaps. “How did you get here?”

“A plane, mostly.” You pause to peer behind your sister to where Marta is standing with the lamp in one hand. “Hi Marta, sorry for waking you. Nice pyjamas!”

A bubble of laughter escapes the Spaniard even as Caro continues to glare at you. The pyjamas had been a bit of a joke present from Caro, adorned with little Barcelona crests that she actually cherished.

“Focus!” Caro pokes your shoulder to draw your attention back to you. “What are you doing here?”

“So I can’t visit my sister, now?” You snark back, you shoulder past her and stride into the apartment flicking on lights as you go. “This is nice, why didn’t you tell me you’d moved?”

“It’s Marta’s place-“ Caro begins, mouthing an apology to her partner as she follows you as you make yourself at home on the sofa. “Wait, how did you get here if you didn’t know I’d moved?”

“Oh, well I went to your old apartment and when you didn’t answer the intercom I just tried your teammates until one of them woke up. Have you got anything to eat? I’m starving.” You can see the moment your sister seriously contemplates strangling you.

But then Marta’s hand is squeezing at her shoulder and some of the murderous intention leaves Caro. The Spaniard disappears towards the kitchen to fix you something to eat and you keep talking.

“You should probably apologise to Frido for not telling me you’d moved. She was the one who answered in the end.” You stifle a yawn.

“I should apologise? I’m not the one who woke her up!” Caro throws her hands up. “Why didn’t you just call me and tell me you wanted to visit, we could’ve arranged something better than this.”

You hesitate for a beat. “Can’t a girl be spontaneous! I would’ve called when I landed but my phone was dead.”

Your sister eyes you suspiciously for a moment before sighing that same sigh that seems to be endemic to your family whenever they are faced with you.

She slumps onto the sofa next to you, yawning widely and you do at least look a bit guilty at waking her up at this hour. You have always liked to prod and poke at your sister to get reactions, she called you insufferable, you called it part of your charm.

But you didn't now, mostly because Caro looked halfway back to sleep already, and you knew when to be mature...sometimes. When Marta reappears with a small plate of leftovers from dinner, she settles it on the coffee table, her gaze lingering on Caro first and then you.

"Go back to bed, amor. We've got to be up in a few hours." Marta tells her partner gently.

"Yeah, amor, wouldn't want you to sleep through kickoff." You chime in, already helping yourself to the food in front of you. You duck, mouth full of food, just in time for Caro's lazy swing for your head to breeze by.

"Oye, no fighting." Marta chastises although she can't help but grin. "Caro, bed. You - be quiet for once and eat." She tells you sternly as Caro gives you one last withering look before disappearing.

Marta waits until most of your plate was clear before speaking.

"You want to tell me why you're here?" She asks eventually.

You speak enough Spanish to talk to your sister's partner. It had been something you had made a point of learning the first time you'd met the woman a couple of years ago. It seemed only fair when, even back then, she had been trying her best to speak Norweigan to you and your family - stilted though it was.

(And besides, Caro seemed smitten with her and if Marta meant that much to your sister than you wanted to make her feel welcome too. Although that information would have to pried out of your cold, dead hands before you admitted it.)

"I missed Caro's sunshine demeanour." You grin even as Marta rolls her eyes. "Besides, that looked like some impressive lamp swinging I saw you gearing up for. How could I miss that?"

Usually, Marta was easy to make laugh. You liked the Spaniard immensely, she was in all ways, the polar opposite to your sister. She was easy to talk to, funny, personable and always smiling.

Except now, now she looked uncharacteristically serious.

"Talk, nena." She tells your firmly.

You stretch your arms above your head for a long moment, whilst you thought about what to say.

"Can't a girl just...exist? Spontaneity! Adventure! Seizing the-"

"Seizing the day does not involve terrorising Frido at 3am." Marta interrupts, although the corners of her mouth twitched a little at the idea of it.

"It could do." You reason with a smile, faltering when Marta raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you. "I just wanted to see my sister, is that such a bad thing?" Your voice wavers just a fraction at the end, a barely there break in it that you would deny vehmently.

And your ever present smile slips a bit too. The Spaniard watches you for a moment as you shift in your seat before offering a hand to haul you to your feet.

"Come on, trouble." She sighs. "Sleep first, talking tomorrow. You can come with us to the match and watch. Caro will like that."

You go easily, letting Marta point you in the direction of the bathroom and the guest room before bidding her a goodnight, if only for a few hours.

You awoke too few hours later to the pillow being wrenched from underneath your head and then it flying back down to smash you in the face.

"What the fuck?" You glare up at your sister who stands over you, arms crossed and looking seriously pissed.

"Watch your language." She snaps.

"I'm 18!" You complain, trying to roll over and go back to sleep.

"Only by a few months! Besides, you want to act like an adult, maybe you can explain to me why Mamma called me in hysterics this morning because you had disappeared from the house without a trace."

"Well I came here, I thought that answer was obvious." You snap back, immediately regretting it when you realise you were trapped in this room with a now furious Caroline.

As kids, Caro and your brother had fought non-stop, but you had, for the most part, always been left out of it. In part because you didn't have that same competitive drive as the other two which led to so many arguments. But also being a good 12 years younger than Caro had meant she was constantly reminded not to fight with you in case she hurt you. It's not your fault if you took that advantage and ran with it by pissing her off at every opportunity.

Now though, you were fucked because Caro looked even more furious than she did at 4am. You were in actual fear for your life. You could see the way Caro had to force herself to suck in a calming breath.

"Call Mamma and tell her you're fine - and then get ready. We leave in 15 minutes." She just about manages to get out through gritted teeth before storming from the room.

You didn't want to be here, it felt too familiar even though the crowd was bigger than you were perhaps used to as a child. But it was all the same, gather round and watch your sister - the superstar - play football.

It made an ugly part of you bitter, warring with the part that was and always had been immensely proud to be Caro's baby sister.

You tried not to be offended when Caro had sat you down in the stands far before the match and told you to stay put without so much as looking at you. But then Vicky had appeared, injured and out of action today, and apprehensively told you in stilted English that she was supposed to be watching you.

"I'm pretty sure we're the same age." You replied in Spanish with a small grin when she looked relieved to be spoken to in a language she understands. "You don't have to babysit me. Caro's just pissed off."

It seems Vicky doesn't quite know what to say to that and the pair of you sit in silence whilst you watch the teams warm up. Only when the teams disappear back down the tunnel does Vicky say anything else.

"So how long are you visiting for?" She asks.

"Don't know...until Caro has enough of me, which will probably be tomorrow." You laugh. "Not got anything to go back to Norway for, my schedule is wide open."

Yeah, wide open and it's all your fault, you remind yourself grimly. But it makes Vicky laugh too and so you keep trying to do that instead of focusing on what will happen after the game is over.

You make Vicky laugh and you let her talk your ear off about the match when it starts, and at the end she even leads you down to the pitch where she introduces you to some of the other younger players. You like meeting new people, everyone is impressed with your Spanish, and it has the added benefit of prolonging your life because there's no way your sister can kill you in front of these many people. Even if she keeps glaring at you from a few feet away where she stands beside Marta.

It's nice and it's easy and talking to people is about the only thing you're good at. Drawing laughs out of the players makes you feel accomplished for the first time in a long time.

And you try not to let the disappointment show when everyone begins to head down the tunnel to shower and change and you're left alone once more.

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this is my first ever fic, i'd love to continue this but i am v much testing the waters with this first

[itoshhi]

𝜗𝜚 michael kaiser | brother’s rival

❕smut mdni, bf!kaiser + bro!isagi, hard sex.

life is sometimes hard when you're stuck between two men. especially when one of them is your only brother isagi who has been by your side and supporting you since you were little, and the other is your lover, michael kaiser, the love of your life and also your brother's arch rival.

oh yeah, it had been a long time since you started dating kaiser, but he and your brother isagi still couldn't get along. god... your brother isagi's first reaction when he found out about your relationship... as if it wasn't enough to drive you crazy when you remembered the early days, they're still like kids even now. to be honest, kaiser didn't care about your brother at first, but as time went by, your brother's rivalry got to him and now they were like enemies. on the field, at home, by your side... fucking rivals.

your brother isagi had come to where you and michael were living because he was going to attend a few events this semester, and of course you had invited him. he had been staying at your house, in the guest room, for about 4 days. and i swear you are so confused how they haven't strangled each other in 4 days, i don't think you should even leave the house for the market...

but anyway, let's leave these dilemmas aside. after all, the person who is making you cry under him right now is none other than your one and only boyfriend michael kaiser, right?

"mphh- mich- ah!" he growls softly as you try to moan his name and he settles in deeper. he opens your legs and goes faster and harder. he is always a man full of love, affection and attention towards you. he is the same in bed but he puts your pleasure first. "damn it..."

he watches your body bounce slightly with each of his thrusts. you can't even moan his name as his big hands tighten on your thighs. "you're so loud, schatz."

"you don't want your one and only brother to hear how i fucks you, do you?" damn liar, michael kaiser. he wanted it so bad, wanted to tell his rival how hard he fucked his sister... "is it too much?" he said as he leaned forward and brushed back the hair that was stuck to your forehead with his tattooed hand. "can't you handle me, hase?"

damn he's so, so, so egotistical. so sarcastic. he knows how to fuck you and he won't hesitate to prove it while telling you. his thrusts deepened with each passing second, his gaze falling on your tight pussy, where he couldn't believe how much you could take his cock. he sent his piercing gaze to where you were connected and almost bared his teeth, revealing that damn grin of his. "you feel so good, huh?"

he continued his hard thrusts into your sensitive spot as he leaned in a little more and planted a soft kiss on your temple —such a sweet gesture, despite the fact that he was fucking you. he straightened up and said, “c’mon hase, gimme your voice.” “m-micha! mmh! please, i-im gonna cum!”

“gonna cum?” he growled with that deep voice in his throat and almost laughed. “c’mon then, show your schatz what you can do best.”

if isagi knew that his own enemy was fucking his sister so hard and merciless, he would definitely go crazy. oh- wait a minute…

➤ mein schatz’s brother

YOU SON OF A BITCH

typing…

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