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I know this isnât a particularly common characterization of them (at least not what Iâve seen) but I personally think of the two;
Shanks rarely gets restless, heâs the one more content to just bask in a moment, it may not be in silence but heâs comfortable just doing nothing with his crew. As long as thereâs alcohol, a hammock and the people he loves, Shanks is straight.
Contrary to that Mihawk is always itching to do something, entertain himself in some way. If heâs not dueling/training, heâs gardening if itâs not that then heâs cooking or heâs reading and if nothing else will do then he naps. but heâs always trying to occupy his time with something.
I think a lot of people donât notice it because itâs not the jittery hyperactivity that people associate with it. But Mihawk is restless, endlessly so. Heâs in a never ending fight with his boredom but itâs all internal.(except when he decides to make it someone elseâs problem ala Don Krieg)
Mihawkâs the type of dude to implode instead of explode so it makes sense that things like restlessness donât really show themselves in an outwardly physical way. Instead itâs more of an internal pressure and incessant need to stave off boredom. But because of his preference for being alone and the fact that the activities he chooses arenât ones usually associated with restlessness. It goes unnoticed.
Except by Shanks whoâs always going out of his way to make the life of a pretty little birdie a litte more interesting.
#Mishanks#Itâs less flitting from project to project and more this burning need to be entertained#throwing thoughts to the void#itâs something I identify heavily with because by appearances Iâm just lying in bed at peace#but restlessness and boredorm are a Pressing heat in my head thatâs hard to get rid off#so maybe thatâs why I identify with him that way#but Iâm interested to hear other peoples opinions on this#I know alot of people characterize Shanks as hyperactive but heâs always felt more bubbly calm to me#like heâs sunny and loud but in a lazy way but that might just be his age showing#Iâm not shitting on the take just thought Iâd give my perspective#Shanks being the only one to truly see how lonely Mihawk is is something I hold dear to my heart#and something Iâll probably one day post about#dracule mihawk#akagami no shanks#hawkeye mihawk#one piece#op#red hair shanks#a character who has Mihawkâs general disposition but not his restlessness#is Zoro who much like Shanks is just chill to be lazing away in the sun in the presence of his crew#and sure he trains a lot but it never feels like itâs because heâs just looking for something to do
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Wait if all the journal 3 pages were restored after Weirdmageddon why does Billâs book insist there were still missing pages that just conveniently happened to pertain to his incredibly sad backstory and concepts brought up earlier in that same book
#going off of memory here for that first bit but iirc the journal gets chucked into the bottomless pit alongside the other two#with all of their pages still intact#right?#so then why would bill have more pages if there shouldnât be any more?#gf#screw it this goes in the general tags too#gravity falls#the book of bill#ANSWER ME YOU FUCKASS TRIANGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ALSO if the answer is supposed to be âford tore them out of the journal out of shameâ wouldnât it make more sense to leave them in as a-#cautionary tale? he already left the âmy museâ pages in why should these be any different? to protect his identity? fiddlefordâs?#the last half of journal 3 throws all anonymity out of the window too#so then if he didnât tear the pages out himself⊠why would bill have them? HOW would he have them; heâs stuck in the theraprism!#did he stow them away somewhere? nope; he burnt the journals and then got punched into oblivion. could one have popped up at the theraprism#nope; specifies its journal 3 lost pages! how could he have gotten journal 3?#okay so the pages are fake. what about the events that happened on them?#look into my eyes and tell me you really believe fiddleford won against the krampus. the guy who built a mind eraser gun after getting-#snatched by a different monster.#sure SOME events could have happenedâ whoâs to say they didnât? but when you take into account everything else about the pages and the book#how believable is it really?#how believable is anything he says for that matter? how much are truths? half truths? lies on paper but truths from a different angle?#âLIE UNTIL WHAT YOU WANT TO BE TRUE BECOMES TRUE.â#âLIE UNTIL YOU CANT REMEMBER WHATS A LIE AND WHAT ISNT.â#âLIE UNTIL YOU ARENT LYING ANYMOREâ#how much are lies that he wishes were true?
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All of my top posts on mobile are about jellycat dragons rn lmao. I promise I'm not that obsessed guys. I'm normal I swear.
#viti shoosh#I say somewhat lying#I've definitely been thinking about jellycat dragons more atm#I really do like them! they're just so much money#n because I just got a sky dragon I've been posting about them more#my other plush will see some attention soon I swear#my datemate n I just made a display fot some of the pokemon plush in our collection and I want to show that off#n I haven't posted soup in a while!#I've been letting him rest more sibce Christmas.#he got really smelly from taking pics by the Christmas tree from cigarette smoke#(we were only in the living room 5 minutes for the photoshoot)#n then afterwards I washed him whicb I posted about#but ever since then soup has been chilling on my bed because that incident made me scared#I don't want soup to get dirty ruined or smelly. especially not like something nasty like cigarettes#so he's been on hiatus from the limelight but I will show hin off again soon#Im planning on making him a necklace sometime#not sure when yet
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i actually really need tao silently pining after me as well also miserable and sick over it.
#i think tao would be one of the worst with pining#just in the sense that sheâd rather jump off a bridge than admit sheâs been hopelessly in love with you for years#like fully plans to live and die with her feelings with you never knowing#except she shows her feelings and kinda reveals her hand on accident#if youâre looking#she kinda fusses over you or like#takes care of youâŠâŠâŠ..does all these things she doesnât do for others#makes sure you eatâŠbuys your favorite candies or sweets for youâŠ.#calls you dumby#you have a problem in your life? sheâs taking care of it#and you get all moony eyed and maybe even teary sometime like tao đ„ș thank you so much đ„ș#and she goes tch. whatever. youâre just lucky i can handle it.#<- is literally dying inside at how cute you are and how much she loves you#she likes to ruffle your hairâŠ.knock you around a lil#youâll be like aw tao did you get me my favorite candy? đ„șđ#and sheâll be like no.#i just got it bc i felt like it#<- is lying horrendously and 1000% got it for you#cielo rambles!
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#Unariko and nikoâŠâŠ..#Woah. Suddenly I am a dastardly wanted criminal.#My ma and me man.#I donât know if I really see her as my ma#Sheâs my ma by title and by obligation. But she acts more like a friend. Not the best one#I wouldnât go to her for anything besides doing shi for me or accompanying me#She outright said she doesnât know how to guide me in life#And it just feels like itâs my fault for stepping away from my parents#I feel like itâs to late to stop lying to them about my life#Every time I tried to be honest they took it as a joke or played it off#Especially my ma#Every time I tried being real with her and talking about my feelings and whatâs going on#She just said sheâs been through something similar but in Cuba. And that just automatically makes her a bigger victim apparently#She mustâve gone through a handful of things too when she was my age#She probably just doesnât know itâs not normal#I donât feel a strong connection with my ma#Sheâs just my ma because she happened to give birth to me. She just so happened to be the one who somewhat takes care of me#Otherwise sheâd be my friend#But I donât feel like she fulfills my emotional needs#Sure she gives me kisses sometimes. And thatâs nice.#But I donât crave validation from her#I crave it from older people who seem like good parents#Jesus Christ a lot of things are starting to make sense#Moral of the story Iâm becoming like my ma and thatâs scary because why am I starting to understand why she is this way#Sheâs caused 20% of my problems in life and yet Iâm starting to get it#Following the same steps in the snow during a storm but my pants are still getting wet#Weird thing to say but. Exactly my situation#This has got to be mommy issues bro đ#The worm conference#I donât think this is a vent itâs more of a rant
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Going on a lore dive on uesp and getting Mad
The hyperfixation is So Back my guys
#you're trying to tell me that haskill is actually a former mortal who mantled sheo?? are you sure about that???#I'm pretty sure sheo has a line in the shivering isles about the whole 'a me to battle the him' thing is a new idea#and before anyone starts with the whole 'oh you're believing a madman??' thing#pull your head outta your watsonian ass cuz in a doylist reading he's presented as a pretty reliable source of information#sure he's prone to tangents and going off topic but the closest thing to a lie he tells is him omitting that he's jyg until later on#so WHY would he all of a sudden be lying that getting a replacement sheo is a new idea???#and then i found out that that little retcon of haskill lore came from Out Of Game Eso Lore#and im not at all one of those 'eso isn't canon' types cuz obviously so often do later tes games retcon things from previous ones#but i start taking issue with lore retcons when they Undermine the conclusion of a Main Quest!!!!!#the point of the hok mantling sheo and defeating jyg is that It Is New!! It Is Different!! and it Works!! the cycle is broken!!#so for eso to say 'um actually sheo Did try that previously with haskill' is ABSURD#anyway im way to heated about this#i am welcome to discussion about this tho I'd love to hear other people's takes
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i have now officially told my dad about my educational, financial, and medical situations. i have also now officially lied to my mom about those things. yippee
#its incredibly humiliating to have to make a rent agreement with my gf#its even moreso to have to tell my dad#even with all our differences i want him to be proud of me#kinda hard to be proud of 'dumbass who didnt take better care of their finances while they were healthy and is now taking off school cuz...#...they cant move consistently. so now theyre broke with no job and limited ability to Get one while wracking up medical bills'#like yeah sure whatever its not my fault and i wouldn't judge anyone else for this. but i judge myself and i think my dad judges me too#i don't care if mom is proud of me. she never has been and never will be. so i don't care about lying to her to save my sanity#but i can't lie to my dad. i can't make eye contact while i tell him i'm taking the semester off but i can at least tell him the truth#cuz sure he might be disappointed with me but at least i'm not adding lying to the list of reasons for the disappointment
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rin and his feeling about "rin's similarity to sae" is so interesting but confusing
#like this guy states that he hates how his face is similar to his bro#i don't think he is lying about this part#but before the snowy night does he think like that too?#in his spin off novel it was very clear rin get compared to sae a lot and that he is in shadows a lot too#sae even said it in the main manga during their match off (tho im not sure if he really MEANS it)#(like he could be but i feel like there is something more there)#but back to rin. you can't just ignore how much he idolizes sae#you don't just walk out from that. even when he thinks sae was about to acknowledge him his eyes SHINE#doe eyed rin made a come back there so#do you really think he will truly hate being similar to his brother? someone he admires and hold dear for years#the anger is there yes. but the love is clearly still there too#itoshi brothers pls end happily im way too infested already#babblings#i know i said isagi posting but let me have this just for a minute#because like hc but rin might have a mixed feeling if someone said#âoh your face is not too similar to sae actuallyâ like#at first i think he will preens. but yeah mixed feeling i think will describe it better#probably in a further chara development he will takes it casually. but now? yeah no way that's a complex there#when will i walk out bllk hell idk man i would like to know to actually
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#so i got a message from my sister telling me something rather tragic had happened in our family#on my mom's side. one of my aunties passed away&my little sister let me know.#she also let me know that my mother is taking it really hard&shed probably really like to hear from me.#&its weird bc any sadness i felt about my aunty dying almost completely evaporated upon it becoming a way to guilt me#into talking to my mother-- like i was not almost dead for a long LONG time&she was actively disowning me bc i wasnt sick the right way#after a lifetime of refusing to believe i was sick AT ALL which directly lead to developing cancer she screamed at me in public#that i was lying about before pretending to drive off a cliff&then refusing to pick up her phone until she called me an hour later#after i had been calling not just her but anyone in our family who could possibly check on her to tell me that i never loved her#&i wouldnt have cared if she died&it would have been my fault.#so like. i dont really give a fuck if shes taking a death in the family poorly? like i dont actually fucking care that this-- like literally#everything else-- needs to center my mother's bad feelings. i just fucking dont lmao.#&im really fucking pissed off that i now have to feel like shit bc i dont feel like i properly feel bad#about my family member dying bc IT BECAME ALL ABOUT MY MOTHER IMMEDIATELY.#i do not fucking UNDERSTAND.#i cannot even put into words how this all makes me feel lmao. why. literally fucking why.#the cherry on top? my aunty died of gastric issues. you know. the family curse that i def didnt get so i got to work thru it all#while being called a liar. you know the type of illness that almost killed ME. that might STILL kill me.#but yeah my mom is sad so i should call&make sure to hold her hand like i always fucking did lets just forget an entire lifetime#&esp the last five years thatll be totally cool.#a tragedy happened in the family so fuck all MY tragedies actually i guess.
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just a little drabble for my current wip. arranged marriage with clanhead gojo.
warnings: mdni, smut, breeding kink, lots of breeding, praise, creampie, bit of angst.
arranged clanhead! satoru who still isnât used to sharing his space, even after months of marriage. the grand Gojo estate, once his sanctuary, feels smaller with you in itâyour scent lingering on the furniture, your soft hums echoing in the hallsânot unpleasant, but⊠unfamiliar.
arranged clanhead! satoru who notices how your shampoo smells so sweet, clinging to his pillow. how your hair clogs his drain and it drives him fucking insane, yet he still finds himself instinctively reaching for your favorite brand of conditioner while heâs out, tucking it into his basket without a second thought. he doesnât know whyâitâs not like he cares⊠right?
arranged clanhead! satoru who steps into the kitchen late one evening to find you leaning against the counter. your hair falls in loose strands around your face, messy but still maddeningly pretty, and you sip tea from a mugâhis favorite mug. youâre draped in one of his shirts, the hem barely brushing mid-thighâyour bare legs illuminated by the dim glow of the overhead light.
for a fleeting second, he freezes. you look⊠almost at home. he doesnât want you to look at home. or does he? he shakes the thought away.
âcouldnât sleep?â he drawls, his eyes lingering on the curve of your legs. âor⊠were you waiting up for me? âcause I could really blow off some steam.â
arranged clanhead! satoru who emerges from the bathroom later that night, his snowy hair damp and tousled, a towel slung lazily over his broad shoulders. heâs wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, the defined lines of his abdomen on full display as he rubs the towel through his hair, his gaze sliding over to you lying on the bed.
âready for tonight?â he asks, tilting his head with that signature nonchalance, as though he isnât about to fuck the hell out of you, as though his sole intention isnât to fill you so full of his cum that thereâs no question the Gojo Clan will get their heir.
arranged clanhead! satoru who pushes you into a mating press the moment heâs on top of you, his large hands gripping your thighs as he folds your legs back against your chest, pinning you beneath him. his cock slides against your slick folds before splitting you apart, and his breath shudders as your cunt swallows him greedily.
âfuck, youâre tight,â he groans, panting through thrusts. âalways so good fâme. always takinâ me so fucking well.â
arranged clanhead! satoru who hates himself for the shameful thrill that bubbles up within him, the sick satisfaction of watching you come undone beneath him. the way your pussy clenches around his dick, the way your gasps and moans echo in his ears, drives him to thrust harder, deeper, as though his very existence depends on filling youâwhich it does.
arranged clanhead! satoru whoâs pace is merciless, hips slamming into you with an almost feral hunger. he tells himself itâs just biology, but deep down he knows better.
âgood fucking girlâŠâ he smirks, pushing your legs higher as you squirm beneath himâyour nails digging into his arms, but the sting only spurs him on. âdonât worry sweetheartâhaaaâthis time, for sure, m'gonna breed that pretty pussy. gonna make you drip with my cum âtil you canât hold it allâŠâ
arranged clanhead! satoru who watches your eyes roll back as his cock slams into you, the bed shaking beneath you as his focus narrows on the way your breasts bounce with every forceful thrust.
âyouâre mine,â he groans, the words slipping out before he can stop them, his hips stuttering as he spills inside youâhot, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. his body trembles against yours as he buries himself to the hilt.
âfuuuck, take itâŠâ he rasps, his forehead dropping to press against yours. âso fucking good fâme.â
arranged clanhead! satoru who doesnât move for a long moment, his chest pressed to yours, his weight pinning you to the mattress. your breath mingles, warm and uneven, and for a fleeting second, he almost forgets why heâs here. why youâre here. but then reality creeps in, sharp and cold, and he pulls out slowly, watching as the mix of his cum and your slick drips onto the sheets.
arranged clanhead! satoru who remembers his duty as clanhead, as the leader of the Gojo Clan. like a good husbandâlike a good leaderâhe doesnât waste a single drop. he shifts, his fingers dipping between your legs to scoop up the cum leaking from you.
âcanât let this go to waste, sweetheart,â he mutters as he pushes the thick mess back into you. his thumb presses against your clit, and he smirks when it earns a soft gasp from youâhis fingers sliding deeper. he watches, transfixed, as his cum disappears inside you again, his cock giving a weak twitch at the sight.
arranged clanhead! satoru who rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling as his chest heaves with the effort of catching his breath. he doesnât reach for you, doesnât hold you, and you donât reach for him. the silence afterward is louder than any moan you could make. he tries to ignore the ache in his chest, something he refuses to name.
arranged clanhead! satoru who lies awake long after youâve drifted off, his arm slung over his eyes as he tries to ignore the ache in his chest. he wonât admit itânot to you, not to himselfâbut heâs starting to crave more than your body. he craves the softness in your voice when you call his name, the quiet way you laugh when you think heâs not listening.
but this is just obligation. just duty. just⊠fucking. right?
full fic in the works đ«¶đ» lmk if you wanna be tagged. update: it's out! read it HERE!

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DPxDC Mechanical Engineer Danny
Danny caught the attention of Batman while studying at Gotham University for his alternative energy projects. Heâs hired right out of college to work on the Watchtower.
He shows absolutely no tell of his abilities till thereâs a dire situation- Flashâs electric discharge messes with one of his projects in progress and the whole base would have lost air pressure if he hadnât done a quick fix using telekinesis and ice.
Of course Batman notices.
Batman assumes the worst- he suspects Dannyâs a rogue of some kind, someone who has infiltrated the Justice League with an ulterior motive. But he canât just fire Danny now- heâs the only one who knows how the new Watchtower energy source works. Plus, heâs not letting Danny go anywhere until heâs figured out his true motives.
Cue Batman subtly testing Danny- tossing things at him to trigger inhuman fast reflexes, having him lift too-heavy machinery, setting up convenient opportunities to steal or snoop or otherwise be up to no good. Danny does take advantage but only once, to use a computer terminal with unlocked clearance. He didnât plant any bugs that Barman could find, and he otherwise kept up his powerless civilian act perfectly.
Still, Batmanâs not satisfied. He brings an infrasonic sound emitter to Dannyâs lab one day, and that, of all things, is what gets Danny to break.
âI know what youâre doing,â Danny admits with a sigh, finally. âIf youâre really that suspicious of me, I can leave, but I kinda like my job so Iâd prefer not to. The benefits are insane compared to whatâs standard.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSure. yeah. How about you turn off the freaking noise generator and we can talk?â
âHm.â Batman obliges, and he takes the stool next to Danny at his gesture.
âNumber one, Iâm not a meta. Despite all the data and conclusions youâve probably drawn otherwise. Number two, Iâm on your side. Iâm here to work on the base, thatâs it. I follow your rules to the letter.â
âThe-â
âThe classified files I looked at? Yeah that was the one exception. You already know what I looked at, Iâm sure, but maybe you havenât figured out why. It goes back to point one- I may not be a meta, but I am something that organization, the GIW, cares about. I looked at your files on them to sus out your relations. Seeing as I donât particularly love being the victim to twelve degrees of human rights violations if I can avoid it.â
âHm.â The Ghost Intelligence Ward was one of many government agencies that the Justice League hadnât worked closely with. But they also hadnât been flagged for Justice League investigation. Dannyâs comments made him doubt that call.
âAny other questions?â
âIf youâre not a meta, what are you?â
âIâm an engineer. A pretty decent one. And Iâd really, really like it to stay that way.â
Batman considers, and ultimately lets him stay. He likes Danny (everyone likes Danny), and it would be a massive pain in the ass to replace him. He really is a good engineer.
Itâs only much later that his faith in Danny is repaid in spades.
Batman finds Danny on the Watchtower command bridge. Alarms are blaring, the station has been knocked out of orbit, out the window thereâs shrapnel floating everywhere as a space battle rages around them.
On the station itâs chaos. Technicians run around, shouts from the med bay, sparks from the walls.
Batman and Danny stand at the main controls, watching the battle outside, stoic, unmoving.
Wonder Womanâs harried voice crackles through on coms: âWe need backup.â
âThere is no more backup.â Batman replies, while looking pointedly at Danny.
âWhat?â
Batman doesnât move.
âWhat.â
âThe impact from Darkseidâs initial attack should have sent this station on a terminal trajectory toward the planet.â
âWell. We arenât currently plummeting to our deaths, so turns out it didnât do that.â
âYou did something.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYouâre lying.â
âMaybe Superman nudged us back on course in all the chaos.â
âIâve been watching the trackers. No one else with the capability has come near the station.â
âCanât you just be grateful we got lucky?â
Sounds of peril screech over the coms. Dannyâs face scrunches.
âLuck had nothing to do with it. As it is now, we are going to lose this fight.â
âIsnât there anyone else you can call?â
âIâm asking you. You can help, canât you?â
The glare-off lasts a long moment more before Danny breaks.
âFuck. Fuckity fuck.â Danny runs his hands through his hair. âShit. You donât know what youâre asking.â
âIâm asking you to save this and countless other worlds from a genocide. Iâm also asking you to save my friends.â
Danny looks at him, hard, weary, and with a kind of deep resolve that feels far too ancient to be on the face of a supposed twenty-something.
âFine. Fine. Okay.â He steps back and transforms. If Batman is surprised when he shakes off his human appearance like an old coat, he doesnât show it. But whatâs undeniable is the being in Dannyâs place has the unmistakable presence of power.
âNo one else can know.â His voice echoes in a way thatâs sonically impossible, both sounding closer and further away than he should be.
He pulls a gear-shaped medallion seemingly out of thin air and puts it over his head in one motion.
âIf I get in trouble for this, Iâm blaming you.â
He vanishes. Outside, the shape of the battle changes instantly. The stars seem to glow brighter as the arms of the galaxy flash with the colors of the aurora. Then itâs like the void of space itself comes alive. It moves the spaceships back like theyâre toys, plucking them from one side of the field to the other. It finds Darkseid at the heart of the chaos and massive arms of nothingness and darkness wrap around him. Heâs screaming as it swallows him whole.
His armies scatter. The battle turns. The JL deal with the stragglers, but the air of relief is palpable.
Danny reappears next to Batman, once again donning his grease-stained coveralls. Arms folded.
âHappy?â
It took all of five minutes. Less, probably. Batman tamps down a thousand questions.
âThank you.â
âIâm gonna need two weeks off minimum.â Danny snaps. âOne to deal with the bureaucratic nightmare youâve just caused me, and another to recover from the headache.â
Batman blanks. âGranted.â
Danny sighs. âAnd Iâm not fixing the station until Iâm back. It wonât fall out of the sky as is. Make up whatever excuse you want.â
âDone.â He considers. âI would prefer to tell them the truth. That you saved us.â
Danny glares. âIâm not supposed to save you. I made a pact not to use my power to influence the mortal realm.â
âA pact with who?â
Danny rolls his eyes. âThe embodiment of Time. The concept of Justice. Among others.â He smirks at Batmanâs confusion.
âAnd what, exactly, does that make you?â
He stands, framed by the space window, haloed by the stars. âIâll give you three guesses.â
Batman frowns.
âLook. I like you guys. I like working on your base. I like supporting the work you do. But you can not go factoring me in to any of your plans or contingencies. This was a one time thing.
âSo to answer your question again: Iâm an engineer.â
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny phantom#batman#justice league#dp x dc prompt#as with all my lil blurbs if anyone wants to build off it or write their version pls do#ancients arenât technically allowed to mess with the human realm but Danny can disobey clockwork and help Batman#as a treat#dp#my writing
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Poor Satoru doesnât know what to do with himself when you get like this.
When you're too sleepy and too stressed to play with him, when your eyes are heavy and your voice is sharp, snapping out little ânot nowâs and âplease, Satoruâs that sting far more than you'd ever intend. He knows itâs not about him. He knows. But still.
He stands there awkwardly at the edge of the bed, fingers twitching at his sides, his usual brightness dulled into something quiet and anxious. Youâre lying on your stomach, cheek pressed to the pillow, body still and closed off in a way that tells him youâve hit your limit.
But he still needs to touch you. He has to.
âIs... is two finger touch okay?â he asks, voice unusually soft. Baby blues raking your body.
You donât answer, not really. Just make a tiny noise, more exhale than anything. But itâs not a no.
So he climbs into bed with a surprising amount of gentleness. No attempts at disturbing your peace. And then he reaches out, dragging just two slender fingers down the curve of your spine. Featherlight. Barely there. Up and down. Up and down. Sometimes he traces your sides, and when you twitch or tense, heâs quick to shush you, soft, pink lips brushing your shoulder.
âIâm not gonna do anything,â he murmurs. âJust touching. Just this.â
Eventually, when you donât push him away, he lets out a quiet breath and shifts. Lays down beside you - not quite beside, really. More like on you, curling his long frame to fit your back like a blanket. His cheek finds home against your lower back, arms tucked in as he breathes you in.
âI love you,â he whispers into the silence. âEven when youâre crabby. Even when youâre too tired to look at me. I love you, I love you, I love you.â
He stays like that, still and soft, waiting. Waiting until youâre ready to turn around. Until your hand reaches back to tangle in his tousled white hair. Until you mumble that you're sorry, or maybe just press your face into his chest without saying a word.
Heâll wait forever, if thatâs what it takes.
Because sure, he doesnât like it when youâre cranky. But loving you means being close even when you canât meet him halfway. And if this is all youâll let him have for now - two fingers and a cheek pressed to your back- then heâll take it, gratefully.
Because thatâs still you. And Satoru doesnât know how to be without you.
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Doctor's Orders
Summary: in which you can now finally get the fucking from your husband, Nanami, you've been missing out on because of a stupid injury Warnings: smut, fluffy, a little angsty, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, cumplay, unfortunately has a little daddy kink, breeding kink to the max, pussy slapping, dumbification, praise, dirty talk, a little degradation, cum eating, some swearing, very loveydovey - sickeningly so, emotional near the end, not proofread Word Count: 3.1k
âThank you, Doctor.
You hang up the phone, grinning ear to ear and practically vibrating with excitement. With haste, you run to your husbandâs office, the door swinging and slamming. He doesnât flinch nor look up from the stack of papers on his desk. If you didn't know him so well, you might have found that discouraging, a sign he's too busy for you. But your Kento could never possibly be too busy for his darling wife.Â
âSweetheart,â he begins, a little tired, you can tell, âbefore you start, I hope I wonât need to remind you once more that I will not let you anywhere near my cock until youâve fully recovered.â
Slithering behind him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders like youâve been doing every day and every night since your accident, hoping to make him change his mind. Kento smells clean; he always does. But that cleanliness, that natural scent of a man so disciplined, controlled, and patient, drives you insane. Perhaps thatâs why, when you next speak, thereâs a hint of crazy in your voice. âItâs great then, Kenny baby, that Iâve been given a clean bill of health, isnât it?â
His pen clatters.Â
Kento gulps. âYou know how I feel about lying, darling.â
Your lips skim the shell of his ear, blowing on the sensitive spot there to watch him shiver and grip your wrists with firm hands.
âI wouldnât lie to you, Ken. Not about this. Call him yourself if you donât believe me.â
And thatâs how you find yourself sprawled on his desk, those boring sheets of paper scattered all over the floor. Youâre giggling, head thrown back, when he rips your panties off, baring you to the cold air and his desperately observant eyes.
âOh, God, youâre soaked.â Thumbing your clit just to watch it twitch, he marvels at the swollen lips of your sloppy cunt as if heâs seeing it for the first time. Heâs got your legs spread, pushed far and wide to their limits so he can look at you â really look at you. âYou're sure he told you you're all clear, yes?"
"Healthy as a horse, Kenny!"
He groans. The promise of all that the go-ahead brings is making his knees weak. "Iâve missed this. Her. You. Ah, fuck, I canât wait anymore. Forgive me, my love.â
Thatâs all the warning you get before his mouth descends upon you. Immediately, loud slurping resounds. Your husband is feral, moaning and groaning at your scent, your taste, and your warmth. Everything overwhelms him, and he canât seem to focus his sight because when you meet his eyes through his fogged glasses, theyâre half-lidded and glossy.Â
âTastes so good, darling. I love the way you taste. So sweet. My sweet wife. So pretty for me.â
Heâs mumbling, muttering, musing about anything and everything heâs seeing and feeling, and his narration sends jolts of lightning through your spine. Working two thick fingers inside your pussy, he attempts to soothe your pained whimpering with an especially eager suck of your clit. You whine even more, hands flying and pulling at his hair.Â
âItâs alright, s-sweetheart. Kentoâs got you. Heâs sorry, so very sorry. B-but you need to be stretched out thoroughly, remember? Itâs been too long so be good for me and take deep breaths, alright? There you go.â
Youâre writhing on his desk, sending paperweights tumbling off the mahogany and onto the floor. Neither of you pay any mind to the thumping. âK-ken, more, stretch me out more, please! Want to take your cock soon. Need to.â
Fitting a third finger in, you tug at his hair harder, biting your lip to hold back the moan threatening to leave. Every time he scissors his fingers in, pushing your gummy walls to their limits, he curls those fingers against that gooey spot inside you. Always taking care of you even before his own needs. That very sentiment forces you over the edge, body tensing up, crying out his name.Â
âOh, Iâve missed that beautiful face you make when you cum. Youâre gorgeous. So gorgeous. Thatâs it, sweetheart, ride my tongue, good girl. Hmm.â
Kento laps up every wave of cream you grace his mouth, muttering expressions of gratitude as he gulps all the drops he can, lips and chin soaked and shiny, and it still isnât enough. âDo you think you have one more in you, darling? I-I donât think I had my fill.â
Dazed, you can barely hear the pleadings he makes. He taps your cheek, spreading your wetness on your skin to wake you. Much is still left to be done, and he won't let you get in the way of your pleasures. You gasp.Â
âAh, Iâm sorry, love. Oh, how terrible of me. Iâm making a mess of my wife. Here, let me clean you up,â he says right before his tongue licks up the remnants of your juices. He groans and then laughs. âD-do you see what youâve done to me? I told you I was fine, that I could push my needs away, but I'm starting to think I was lying. I think they might've gotten the best of me, actually.â
When he makes a move to sit back into his leather chair and continue tasting you, you grab his face and keep his focus on your own. âKen, youâre shaking. Are you okay?â
He slumps over you, bent at an awkward angle, but he doesnât seem to care. All sticky and sweaty, he suckles one breast through your âhisâ shirt and flicks the other nipple with his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at the melodic sounds of your moans.Â
âYes. Yes, sorry. I just â I canât, ha fuckâ S-sorry, Iâm a little overwhelmed. Would you hate me if I was selfish? If I just filled you up right away? I feel as if I might die if I donât feel you around me soon, my love. Can I? Please. Iâll try to be gentle, I promise.â
Before youâve even made the first nod, heâs fisting his cock and sliding his length through your slit, thoroughly coating his length with your wetness. His tip is leaking already, and the pearlescent beads drip down your clit in a tantalising dance. Kento gulps. Hard.Â
With his head thrown back, he wallows in the feel of you, reminding himself what heâs been missing and abstaining from, telling himself he doesnât yet deserve because of what heâs let happen to you in the first place.Â
But now youâre fine. Now youâre laid out for him like the most splendid feasts, and his morals seem to have disappeared. Heâll repent later.Â
Hurried and somewhat clumsy, his erratic movements almost make you laugh, and they would have if you weren't just as needy as he is.
âHowâs your ribs, love? Any discomfort?â He lifts your shirt up, partly to see if thereâs still any bruising and partly to see your breasts bounce when he finally thrusts into you. At the shake of your head, he smiles, shaky and fleeting, before his brows furrow. âYou know our safe word, donât you, honey? If, at any point, Iâm hurting you, please say something, alright?â
Then, heâs inside you in one unrelenting thrust.Â
âOh, God.â He grunts, fingers digging into your hips. âOh, God, sweetheart. Y-you feel so -ngh- g-good.â
All you can do is moan his name on repeat as he pounds you without reservation. Deafening squelches, creaking wood, slapping skin â all those sounds make you dizzy, stealing your senses. Youâre grabbing his biceps for purchase, and the hard muscles flex under your grip. âKen! Yes, fuck! I missed this soooooo much.â
âMe too, h-honey. Itâs been so âha, d-donât clamp down on me like thatâ so long. My memory wasnât cutting it anymore. Neither was my fist. Oh, thatâs n-not so gentlemanly of me, is it?â
He throws his sweater off, overstimulated by the scratchy material which stuck to his skin from the clamminess, revealing the sharp contours of his torso and a light dusting of blonde hair on his chest. Abs burning with each ragged thrust of his leaking cock, he pushes through the exhaustion his out-of-practice bodyâs experiencing.Â
Craning your neck, you urge, âK-kiss. I want a kiss, Ken.â
Those plush lips are on yours faster than you can process. You groan into each otherâs mouths. Anything more than pecks had been forbidden by him lest they tempted either of you to go further before you were ready. It was killing you both. He needed your kisses like air, and yet he couldnât even get his morning boosts, as he called it, before he went off to work; his coworkers were suffering under his short fuse.Â
âCan you taste yourself, sweetheart? Hmm? Can you âoh, youâre so t-tightâ t-taste how sweet you are?â
Shaking your head, you admit, âI just taste you, Ken.â
He shuts his eyes tight, pulling back abruptly and fisting the base of his throbbing cock. âT-thatâs bad of you, darling. Very bad. Youâre gonna make your husband cum too early. Canât have that, can we? N-no, you come first. Always. Ha, I didnât mean to make a pun. S-sorry.â
There are so many positions he wants to do, so many different ways to make you see stars, to make you fall apart in his arms so he can rebuild you back up again, yet he feels there isnât enough time. Itâll never be enough time. Not even infinity could satiate his need for you but he sure as hell will keep trying. All these thoughts rush through his mind, rendering him stupid, he thinks. Too stupid to keep track of what heâs saying anymore, at least.
You tease, âDad jokes come so easily to you, donât they? Oh, youâd be such a good daddâAH! Ken! Fuck!â
Kento rams his cock all the way back in, your clit tickled by the hairs at his base. Heâs reaching every nook and cranny, massaging your pleats with his massive girth, stretching you to your limits and beyond. âDonât do that. Donât tease me like that. If you do, I -ngh- might j-just fuck a baby into you and become a real daddy. Youâd like that, wouldnât you? Youâll get all big and swollen. Iâll have to tie y-your shoes for you, soothe the âoh, are you close, honey? Youâre fucking down onto me like you areâ w-what was I saying? Oh, yes. Papa Ken will soothe the aches on your feet and fuck you g-gently when your -hah- hormones get the best of you, won't he?â
His fingers splay out on your stomach, pressing down hard. You tighten impossibly more, and you swear you can feel his cock get bigger as he feels for his length through your skin. âYes, Ken! Youâll take such good care of me.â
âThatâs right, m-my love. Papa Ken will keep his f-family happy. Safe. What happened to you, to your beautiful, perfect body, will never happen again. Do you hear me? Iâll keep you safe. Kento will keep you and our b-baby safe.â
Your left hand is carried over to his lips. He breathes warmth into your ring and kisses it, all while keeping his eyes on you. "You sure you won't regret saying that? I'm gonna look all ugly and fatâOw!"
Kento's slapped your clit. Tutting, he warns, "Don't talk about my wife like that. You couldn't p-possibly ever look -ngh!- u-ugly. In fact, I'm certain I won't be able to keep my hands off you."
He cups both breasts, which bounce with the sheer power in his hips as he works that girthy cock inside you. From where you're laid out, you think you see drool slipping out the corner of his mouth. A crazed look shines in those eyes, blocked only by his foggy glasses â though he resents how they get in the way, he resents even more that he wouldn't be able to see you as clearly without them.
"I especially wouldn't be able to keep my hands off these. Have I ever told you that even before we got married, I imagined these full of milk? Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll help you pump. I'll squeeze them out for you. You won't ever have to lift a finger."
Grinning, you clench down hard on his cock. You both moan. "W-when they get too full, will you drink the milk instead, Ken?"
Hips picking up speed, you're being pushed further and further back on the edge, head dangling. He's no longer looking at your face, just where you're both connected, eyes trained on the ring of cream at his base like to look anywhere else would send him cumming before you, and that just won't do.
"Y-you're too cruel on your poor husband, my love. God, you know just what to say to get what you -hah- want, don't you? My b-beautiful little slut. Must have been starving for cum, no? It's alright. Kenny will take care of you, even when you're all -oh fuck, I'm close- m-mean and grumpy because you can't see your toes."
Babbling now, you can't even respond to his provocations. Your brain's fried from the overwhelming pleasure being fucked into you. The vision of him, grey-haired and bigger from putting on dad weight, has your clit throbbing, perfectly stimulated with every harsh grind of his pelvis against yours. He's no longer concerned about your ribs. You're not even sure he remembers that they were bruised before.
"I know, I know. You're very close now, aren't you? That's alright, dear. Just let go. Kento's g-got you. Show him just how much you love him, won't you? M-make him -hngh f-fuck- p-proud, sweetheart."
The tenderness, the adoration, the damn near deification in his voice drives you over the edge, and your pussy pulses around his cock, the thick veins there stimulating your gummy walls. Sudden tightness stealing his breath, he shudders and follows. Almost at the same time, you both orgasm, steamy air suffocating whilst you both gulp air down desperately. Scalding ropes of cum pool inside your squelching pussy, branding you from the inside. "Soooo goood! T-thank you! Fuck, Ken, I feel so full."Â
Many seconds pass while you calm down from your high, vision blurry from the tears. A quietness, welcoming and homely, settles in his office. Youâre growing aware of the mess youâve made and the fact that neither of you have even begun to think about dinner even as the sun sets but you donât move, much too content to absorb that deep satisfaction youâve been seeking this entire time.Â
Fat drops of wetness fall on your skin. It startles you. âOh my God! K-ken, youâre crying.â
He shakes his head when you attempt to get up.Â
âIâm -hah- alright, love.â Still rocking his cock into you, he keeps your cum, mixed up and making a sticky, gloopy mess, inside as much as he can. Youâre plugged up nice and full, exactly how he wants you. âJust happy youâre alright now. Ha, for a while I thought you might forever be bruised and hurt. Silly, isnât it?â
Hips stuttering to a slow stop, he nuzzles the palm of your hand, taking a deep inhale to calm himself with your scent. He never shies away from expressing his innermost thoughts and itâs one of the things you love about him. But the sight of him looking so exhausted, both physically and mentally, has your heart clenching.Â
"S-seeing you walk with a limp, wincing when you move too fast or in the wrong way, was killing me. God, it was like I felt your pain. Not being able to satisfy you, even when you begged me to make love to you with tears in your eyes, made me feel like such a terrible husband. I vowed never to make you cry, didn't I? What kind of man am I to not live up to my promises? To deprive you of pleasure? â No, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât be making this all about me.â
Sitting up, you peck him on his lips, wincing a little when his softening cock leaves your pussy. Youâre squeezing around nothing, pushing out all that cum, but soon, his hand creeps between your thighs, plugging you up with two fingers. He knows just how much you hate feeling empty.Â
With a reassuring smile, you brush his cheek with a thumb and say, âIâm okay, Ken. You got there just in time and helped me recover much faster than I was supposed to. You bathed me for the first couple weeks and fed me every day! You already did so much for me.â
"I'm afraid that was just the bare minimum, love." Smiling now, slightly energised by your voice, he presses a kiss on your forehead, hand tentatively squeezing your ribs. Visible tension leaves his body when you don't flinch.
"No, Kento. Even from the very beginning, youâve gone above and beyond for me. Even when we were just friends, remember? You've shown me just how much love I deserve. You taught me to never settle for less. I am who I am today because of you. I'm here because of you.â
He whispers, love softening his features until he looks years younger, until he looks like the boy you first fell in love with, "Likewise."
"Good." The kiss you share with him is sweet. You smile into each other. "I donât want to hear any more negative talk, alright? Itâs not good for the baby, after all.â
You see a glint pass through in his eyes; heâs ready to play along.Â
âQuite right, my love. But you donât really think one time will do it, do you?â Heâs sucking your neck to hear you moan, rejoicing in your warmth, your softness, and your sweet scent. As good as he is with words, his actions always prove just how much you mean to him. So, as a thank you, he slides his cock, already hardening up, inside your fluttering cunt. âDonât be silly, darling. We have to go a couple more rounds, at least.â
âJust a couple?â You tease, grabbing the hand he had inside you. Your mixed cum drips down his long digits and he watches you with bated breath draw them in, cheeks hollowing so you can suck on them, making nasty noises that sends his cock throbbing.
Delirious with the captivating sight you've put on, he acquiesces, âF-fine. We'll go all night. As many as itâll take to satisfy my insatiable wife b-but every orgasm must be accompanied by a name suggestion, doctor's orders.â
You laugh, clinging to him when he carries you out of the office and into your bedroom. "Isn't that a little early?"
"On the contrary, my love, we're behind schedule."
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Search History // Poly!141 x Reader
A continuation of this thought
Summary: Reader (based loosely on Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds) has to be face-to-face with the boys for the first time since they started including her in their late-night fantasies. They've decided it's time to take it off-screen and move in IRL.
I'm taggin the peeps who replied to the last part bc I'm desperate for attention lol (in all actuality y'all really encouraged me to actually write thank you!!)
CW: allusions to porn, allusions to female genitalia, they're all horny in the workplace, this is basically workplace harassment but we're excusing it because they're hot and fictional and I say so, no outright smut
Still nsfw though so MDNI pls and thanks
âThe 141 just touched down. ETA twenty minutes.âÂ
Your eyes flicked up from the muted video on your monitor, cheeks flushed red but masked by the light radiating off your screen in your dark office. Thank God, your monitor faced away from the door. A young private was standing in the doorway with a tablet, looking at you for an acknowledgment, probably running about starting preparations for their arrival back on home base.Â
âThank you, private.â You murmured, teeth toying at your thumbnail, chipping the polish. The young soldier gave a short nod at the quiet dismissal and disappeared once again. Your eyes, with embarrassingly blown pupils, flicked back to the video.Â
After your discovery two weeks ago, the sites and links you had to review furthered down the rabbit hole. And this video you were currently watching had been one that all the men had been visiting, and revisiting, and revisitingâŠÂ
By god, theyâd done it.Â
Similar build, skin tone only a shade or two different - you could probably share foundation and it wouldnât look too bad. Hair and eye color so close it was uncanny. And when the woman looked over her shoulder at the mountain of a man hitting it from the back, the angle made the resemblance almost scarily uncanny.  The Had you had a porn career and simply forgotten?- kind of uncanny.Â
Sure there were differences- she was a little taller, maybe a bit leaner, with boobs that had definitely had some work done. Tattoos where your skin was bare and vice versa, different piercings. Her voice was pitched different, and her accent was completely different from yours but within three minutes of the video sheâd stopped speaking words, so accent didnât matter much. Â But as far as porn actresses went- she might as well be your twin.Â
It seemed the 141 had perused her entire.. filmography. Different videos, different scenarios, different partners. They all had videos they seemed to like better than others. Soap seemed to particularly like the POV video where the man had a thick Scottish accent. Gaz had bookmarked a soft-core bondage and forced orgasm scene. Price, a shorter video of an unseen man pushing the actress under a desk for oral, and Ghost⊠the only link heâd visited was your instagram. It was hard not to let it stroke your ego a little bit.Â
God, if you told anyone about this⊠Theyâd tell you to file a workplace harassment suit, and maybe a police report.  To start job hunting, and therapist hunting. Distance yourself. You should have been embarrassed or uncomfortable- you knew you should be. That you should feel objectified or disrespected, disgusted.Â
But hell, youâd be lying if you said you didnât send yourself the links and watched them in your free time at home. It was hot- turned you on in an almost concerning way that would set feminism back twenty years if you told anyone.Â
The video kept playing on your monitor, one of the videos that Soap had visited more than once (little did you know it was one that Ghost had picked out). A gloved hand smoothly glided down the actress's spine before curving around her throat and pulling her upright on the manâs lap, filthy praises in a British accent playing through your single AirPod.Â
âHoly shitâŠâ  You muttered, thighs clenching because if you squinted it really did look like you, even some of her mannerisms. And the rough accent was like a mix of Ghost's and Priceâs.Â
Abruptly, you shut down the entire monitor completely, ripping out the AirPod and tossing it on the desk. Pressing slightly shaking hands to your too hot face. You needed to get it together, because Price was your boss and the others were your superiors. Theyâd been gone for a month and a half, and itâd been your voice in their ears guiding them through missions, and you knew you had a flirty disposition, especially from the private safety of your dark little office half way across the world.Â
It made sense that their wires got a little crossed, but your wires- like those off all your monitors and hardware- needed to stay neatly organized and separate. Focus. Focus.Â
Your nails were bitten to the quick, the bitter taste of old nail polish on the back of your tongue. The skin around your nails was raw from your teeth toying with it as your so intensely focussed on the videos. You needed to get out of this too small, too hot room.  Which is how you found yourself, twenty minutes later, in the communal break room fighting with the vending machine. It was withholding the ice cold water you were desperate for, despite your curses and attempts to jostle the machine. Right as you delivered a frustrated kick to the machine-
âJust the bird we were looking for!âÂ
It was Kyleâs voice first, that tipped you off to the herd of men entering the space. You almost jumped out of your skin- brain flitting through several scandalous snippets of the videos heâd replayed. His smile was dazzling as always as he came into view, tapping the yellow warning stickers that instructed people not to jostle the machine, with the little illustration of the stick man getting crushed, âWhatâd the machine ever do to you? It might start fighting back.âÂ
A gloved hand reached between the two of you, skeleton fingers curled into a fist that delivered a blunt strike, and, like magic, the water bottle fell in to the receptacle. You peeked over your shoulder at Ghost, standing just slightly too close and looking down at you intensely, but not meanly. An easy to miss bit of mirth that was usually reserved for Soap. Thank god youâd bitten your nails to stubs or they wouldâve drawn blood from how they were digging into your palms to distract you from the gloved hands and the brutish display of strength.Â
Kyle put the drink sweetly in your hands after cracking it for you, like he would do when bringing Ghost or Price something, eyes twinkling like he knew something you didnât. Â Another hand, warm and large clapped gently on your shoulder, pulling you back a step, almost directly into Captain Priceâs chest.Â
The men shared a look over your head before focussing back on you.Â
âYour intel was good.â It was a simple statement, but delivered in a warm, proud tone that felt so much like praise that your stomach flipped a bit, with that warm smile that made him look soft despite the fact he was still in full tac-gear, âThey didnât even see us coming.âÂ
âThey never see you coming, thatâs kind of your whole thing.â You tried a joke, your voice a touch strained. His hand was lingering, right on the curve where your shoulder became your neck, fingers flexing into the flesh just so. Just like it did on the boys when he thought others wouldnât noticed. focus, focus, focus.Â
Fortunately, or unfortunately, it was Soap that interrupted the kneading of Priceâs fingers.Â
âDonât be so modest, bonnie!â He was laughing as large arms caught you around the waist, lifting and spinning you slightly. His voice so similar to that one Scottish co-star that had done such filthy things to your lookalike, it made your head spin.  Despite your startled yelp and squirming, his grip didnât waver, âCouldnât of done it without our lass in the chair.âÂ
â ânough, Johnny,â Ghost called firmly, leaning against the vending machine that theyâd all but cornered you against, âPut âer down.âÂ
Soapâs laugh was still good natured as he set you on your feet again, a little roughly for the heels you had on to match your skirt, you wobbled only for Ghost himself to steady you, giving you another intense look, that you had trouble meeting, â 'eâs right though. Intel was good.âÂ
They were all staring at you, varying degrees of smirks, eyes a spectrum of mischief and something that was dizzyingly close to hunger.  Unable to keep still, you were squirming, shifting your weigh from foot to foot, fiddling with the wrapper on the bottle. You found your eyes flitting around settling anywhere but their own gaze, cheeks feeling hot, mind full of vile images that you knew theyâd seen and enjoyed- ceiling, the exit sign, Johnnyâs tac-vest, the floor, the water bottle in your hands. You gulped, eyebrows raising as you puffed a breath, trying desperately to reign yourself in.
âGlad to be of service.â You smiled tightly, nodding meeting each set of eyes briefly and hoping your foundation masked your blush (it didnât). Jesus Christ, you couldnât do this.  You couldnât tell if you felt turned on or awkward or both, but you needed to go. Preferably before you did something that would cost you your job. Your voice was rushed as you squeezed between Gaz and Price, double timing it to the exit, âEnjoy your leave, boys, you deserve it.âÂ
As you all but fled the building, you typed out a mass base-wide memo email, language formal as you professionally reminded every soldier, specifically four of them, that any website visited by government devices was subject to internal review.Â
You swore you could hear them laughing as the memo went out. But maybe that was just your overactive imagination.Â
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Youâd gone home for the evening, and then clocked back in the following morning. Surprised to find all of the 141 was still there, debriefing must have ran long.Â
âMorning, love.â It was Kyle that greeted you, pressing a cup of coffee into your hands. He looked tired but happy to see you. Soap was with him, eyes bright and grin wide as he whistled lowly, fingers tugging at the hem of your skirt as you passed his seat.Â
âLooking good, bonnie,â He smiled devilishly, rubbing the fabric between his fingers before letting go, âTired of all the green, black, and beige tac gear. Missed seeing something a littleâŠÂ softer.â Â
You somewhat doubted that. He seemed to appreciate military khaki when it hugged Gazâs ass, and he sure didnât seem to mind an all black tactical ensemble when it was on Ghost. But the compliment still brought heat up your neck, which you coupled with a sip of the hot coffee Gaz had brought you- fixed perfectly the way you liked it. It elicited a pleased sigh as you swallowed, humming in content.Â
âPrice wants to see you before we all leave. Brought you some new stuff to work on.â Kyle smiled, watching how your expression softened at the taste of the beverage, clearly proud of himself for drawing out that reaction. Â Â
âA present? For me?â You smiled sarcastically back at the prospect of more work added to you caseload, âItâs like Christmas.âÂ
âYou been good this year?â Kyle grinned back, accompanied by Soap chiming, voice low and chiding, âNah, sheâs definitely been naughty.âÂ
Both Sergeantâs shared a look as you almost choked on another sip of coffee.Â
âIâm leaving now.â You shook your head, turning on your heel away from where they were hanging around the rec room, clearly waiting for Price to dismiss them, âYâall should shower. Or take a nap.âÂ
âYou want us naked?â Kyle questioned, raising his eyebrows at you, leaning back against the wall, standing so very close to Soap, who was sprawled out in his chair, long legs splayed and spread before him as he waggled his eyebrows. âAnd in bed?âÂ
Now that was some imagery. Taking the lordâs name in vain you didnât dignify that with a response other than a huffed, âLeaving now.âÂ
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The good thing about Price and Ghost was they were business first. So if you really focussed you could almost ignore Ghost's thigh pressed against yours as you sat beside him in the dark room, reviewing body cam footage. They pointed out different things to you, things to include as you started your next dark web deep dive.Â
You could almost ignore how Priceâs fingers grazed and lingered on your palm as he gave you a thumb drive to decrypt and analyze, how he stood close enough to you that you had to look at him through your lashes.Â
âHas a self destruct program that Gaz didnât want t' aggravate. Figured it needed your... soft touch.â Price smiled down at you as you curled your fingers around the thumb drive. You had to try pretty hard to ignore the slight emphasis on soft. Ghost seemed to chuckle lowly at your expression at the captain.Â
âWhatâs on there'll point us in the next direction of our next target.â Ghost nodded to you, his leg shifting so it pressed harder against yours. In the guise of stretching out, heâd draped an arm over the back of your chair, the cotton of his gloves half tickling the sensitive skin on the back of your bicep, where the flesh was soft.Â
âSo donât screw it up, got it.â You swallowed thickly, shifting so you couldnât feel his thumb against your skin- it was making it hard to think about hacking and terrorism and military operations. Â He took it as an invitation to spread out more, his fingers grazing the exact spot only seconds later.Â
âPrecisely,â John laughed lowly, his hand moved to your shoulder, back into that sweet curve that was partly your shoulder and partly your neck, and gave it a lingering squeeze, that kind of made you want to melt, âYou wonât screw it up, love.âÂ
The captain gave his Lieutenant a nod, and Ghost quickly stood, his boot giving the toe of your pretty heels a slight nudge as a goodbye before silently stalking out. Price took a seat across from you, leaning back and his arms cross comfortably over his chest.
âIâm having the boys over at mine tonight. A couple of drinks, Iâm gonna grill, put the footie on, celebrate another successful mission to start our leave.â Price listed out their plans casually, noting how you squirmed a bit, uncrossing and recrossing your legs as you tugged at the hem of your skirt before continuing, âWe want you to come. Couldnât have done it without you, so you should celebrate it too.âÂ
âOh, uh-â You started before you could think of a good excuse, âIâll be really busy⊠with.. with the flash drive. And stuff.âÂ
âWhat stuff?â Price rose a single brow, his stare pinning you still as he reached across the table and took the flash drive back, âThis can wait.âÂ
âFiles. Coding. Security checks.â You mumbled the first couple aspects of your job that came to mind, the intensity of his gaze making you want to adjust your collar or shrink in your seat. You figured youâd have a couple more sites to clear off their devices, if theyâd been sitting around base all night. Your cheeks heated just at the thought. âIâm a little behind. BeenâŠÂ distracted lately."
âEverything all right, love?â He âaskedâ with at signature warm smile and amused eyes, he seemed to already know the answer to his question, âYouâve been⊠skittish, since we got back.âÂ
Your teeth worried the seam of your lips as you considered the question. Skittish, was one way to put it- fidgety, fleeing rooms, avoiding eye contact, barely speaking as opposed to your usual chatter and banter. Your eyes flitted away from his gaze again, swallowing dryly again- geez when did you get so shy, â âm fine. Absolutely fine. Never been better. Howâre you?âÂ
Cringing at your own rambling, you sighed shoulders drooping as he fixed you with another look, and muttered your name in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a look that expected obedience, as his legs shifted into a natural man spread. Your brain flitted back to the video of your look alike being shoved under a deskâŠÂ
Him saying your name again, slightly louder but just as bemused drew you back to him, realizing you were staring at his legs, debating if you could fit between his knees and you almost sputtered as you cleared your throat, âIâm fine, really.âÂ
âEither lie more convincingly or tell me whatâs bothering you, sweet.â  Price chuckled, leaving forward against the table, drumming a knuckle against the table. Sweet, that was new. Youâd have to add it to the laundry list of nicknames and pet names the boys had for you. Youâd always told yourself that it was nothing personal, that British/Scottish people just did that. But this on wasnât as easy to write off as âloveâ or âbonnieâ, average pet names in the UK colloquial, no sweet seemed personal.Â
âIâm not bothered.â You glanced away again, nose wrinkling, even though you were bothered- hot and bothered. John Price had a way of drawing details out of people with just a look and a couple of well prodded words.  With a deep breath, you tried to keep your characteristic rambling to a minimum, a losing battle as he starting stroking at his beard with those long fingers- two parts of him that youâd been thinking about way too much lately-, âListen, Iâm not judging, youâre grown men, watch what you want to, but just a reminder that itâs my job and obligation to review every link and site that government devices visit. Which includes at least skimming videos.  In case you didnât know or maybe forgot that I can and do see these things, so maybe you could pass that along to the boys-âÂ
âYou can tell 'em yourself. âs your job, sweet.â Price said firmly. The girlish part of your brain corrected âfirmlyâ to dominantly. Before his demeanor relaxed again, giving you an amused, appraising look again, âAt my place. Tonight. 8 oâclock. Not a request.â Shrinking in your chair a bit, hoping the chair hid the way your thighs involuntarily clenched, you couldnât help but nod and squeak, âYes, sir.âÂ
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Part Two
Was supposed to have actually smut in this but I got carried away on the build-up, laugh out loud. Maybe a part three or you can just imagine how the little dinner party goes (hint, she's the meal)
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sukuna as your [social media] manager | f. reader, s/h prns., fluff, estb. rl Ű àŹ
some people really have the audacity.
like, unironically, out-loud-in-the-comments audacity. typing with their whole chest: âdoesnât your boyfriend literally live off of your influencer money?â like they werenât just watching your GRWM for the third time in a row, seething. and sure, maybe sukuna doesnât clock into an office or wear a badge or fill out tax forms labeled âdepartment of soul obliterationâ anymore, but that doesnât mean he doesnât work. he works. oh god, he works.
you think your brand deals just materialize out of thin air? that your inbox isnât an absolute hellhole filled with subject lines like âhi dear!!! collab proposal uwuâ and âhello sexy want be brand ambassad?â sukuna filters through all that. he filters ruthlessly.
heâs basically your manager, except meaner and hotter and allergic to bullshit. he reads every email like heâs reading a death sentence â mouse in hand, furrow between his brows, muttering things like, âwhat the fuck is a micro-essence water serum?â and âwhy do they spell ânaturalâ with a zero?â
he doesnât just care about the check. no, no. sukuna cares about the feel. youâre not about to promote some face mist that smells like melted crayons just because it pays well. but also? youâre not about to let some fake-smiling oatmilk start-up guilt you into a collaboration just because they think their font is soft enough to disguise their shady labor practices. sukuna reads everything. everything. he has spreadsheets. color-coded folders. PR schedules. blackout dates.
he once emailed a skincare CEO back with the words: âwe are declining. your tone is weird. fix that.â
you didnât even know about it until the brand retracted and apologized two days later. youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on just a little.
and look, itâs not like sukuna is heartless. heâs just selective. his whole system â this whole fortress of precision and firewalls and well-timed posts â has made you desirable. youâre not just a face, youâre a brand. brands want you. they beg for you. you have exclusivity now, and you have him to thank.
but sometimes, the walls soften. like that one time, after three straight rejections in a row (âtoo generic,â âbranding is off,â âare they serious with this pastel goat mascot?â), sukuna opens a new message from a gmail address with no signature and a tiny subject line that just reads: hi, um...!
and the email. oh man. the email.
itâs all over the place â typos, weird fonts, some high-schooler somewhere explaining nervously that she makes loom band bracelets in her free time and thinks youâre really cool, and she just wants to send you a couple because âyour energy reminds me of the purple & pink color combo :)â
you glance over his shoulder mid-read. ârejecting that one too?â
but sukunaâs quiet.
then he snorts. â...what kinda business plan is âvibes onlyâ?â
you lean into him, grinning. âthe best kind.â
he clicks archive. and then â quietly, way too casually â âtell her to send the address. weâll post next week.â
a few days later, youâre lounging in bed with your feet up, phone in one hand, sukuna tangled around you like the worldâs angriest oversized cat. youâre both wearing those bracelets, matching purple and pink, the ends frayed, one of them too tight around his wrist but he refuses to take it off. your caption is something like: âsupport small creators đ (even the really small ones)â and the post has half a million likes by morning.
you tell him the response was sweet. you say the girl messaged crying because she was so happy. you lean into his chest and mumble, âsee? you are a softie.â he tugs the blanket over your head and grumbles, âshut up. iâm still rejecting that dumb oatmilk brand next week.â
softie or not, heâs still got standards.
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