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Debrief: Finally the Satosugu x reader fic ive been promising since like march/april hope i actually have 4 of these in my drafts. 7.6k words

warning? Lmfaooooo

Part 1 with Gojo

Part 2 with Geto

Sharing might be caring but at the moment we are speaking about satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Two people who have never cared a day in their lives.

Suguru glares at his phone watching your insta story its you and gojo in his loft while you sing along to the new megan song that dropped. “Two pretty ass friends we besties” and yes— he thought you were pretty and so what he called satoru a pretty boy it was the bestie part that had him rolling his eyes and the way you pranced around his loft the next 10 seconds of the song.

He sends a thumbs down before closing his phone, he was okay with being a hater and oh Satoru is no better.

Now when Satoru finds out you slept with Suguru… well you’re actually shocked by his reaction. He seems unbothered by it and remains his flirty self. The longing touches, nor neediness for your attention and affection actually never change. He may pull you to sit in his lap more often and makes sure to hold you tight and long so the smell of his cologne is on you but that's it.

Unless you include him sitting you on the countertop pulling your lips to his kissing you intensely lips smacking and teeth clashing. Satorus kisses always take your breath away and leave you feeling light headed, the way his cold fingers would sneak up your shirt pressing your spine so you arch into him as he bites on your thick bottom lip not caring about your lipgloss at all.

Even with you sitting on the marble island top he still towered over you easily, his lips go to your neck licking before leaving little bites.

“I could take you right here” he whispers in your ear licking it and you can feel his smile as you shiver, leaning further into his embrace.

Before you can say anything further your chin is grabbed and pulled away from Satoru and the dark haired culprit presses his lips against yours kissing you softly but with purpouse. He waste no time pushing his tongue in your mouth and the weight mixed with light squeeze of satoru squeezing your breast has your head spinning. You shouldnt be feeling a heartbeat between your legs right now… at all. Suguru doesnt flinch when you pull away… at all he actually smiles wiping his thumb under your lip and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Your wicked thoughts have you pushing away from both of them and you aren't sure what's said directly after but you're pulled back in when you hear satoru snap. You missed the taunting smirk Suguru sent Satoru the unspoken challenge.

“Her fucking you isnt the gag you think it is Suguru. Lets not forget she fucked ME first and probably fucked you out of pity since everyone knows how jealous you get” and your jaw is on the floor. Satoru definitely spent to much time listening to how you talked to your girlfriends and you spent to much time gossiping with him because the way you almost yelled “clock it” until remembering the situation.

Of course what he said wasnt true but Suguru was so easily baited by Satoru… he had a way of getting under his skin.

“She mightve fucked you first but i was better” and you fight the urge to yell at both of them because while this was entertaining This was actually your fault and you knew it, you knew the consequences of pushing that boundary within your friendship with two possesive and jealous ass men would reduce it to this and you still did it anyway.

Was the dick(s) worth it? Oh absolutely and youd do it again, but this was a bit much and you were getting overwhelmed. You liked when they jokingly fought or teased another you were actually starting to miss the times when they would be so up anothers ass that sometimes you felt left out like the time they fell asleep on the couch watching christmas movies without you Suguru manspread heavy arms resting on the back of the couch and Satorus head in his lap half a twizzler hanging from his mouth or the times when they would cut anothers hair and gossip.

“Im leaving, in sure i have something to do” you say feeling the crushing weight of your consequences ignoring the dumbfounded looks they give you. If you were turning down spending time with them something definitely was wrong. They dont fight you on it either, your word was practically bible instead walking you to your car sending eachother looks.

While you depart from the two they end up sticking around another, throwing witty insults and catty remarks at another even resulting in shoving until Suguru stutters, making Gojo laugh. And Gojos laugh is so contagious that even when he tells him to “shut up” there's a small smile on his face.

Suguru doesnt let it slide though he invites satoru over when he knows youre going to be there. There actually must be a God because you slide down his legs pulling his pants with you watching his thick dick spring up and show him exactly why he's been acting so unhinged.

Between your tongue flicking over the slit on his tip and your warm mouth nearly sucking his soul from his dick hes 100% confident you could suck a melon through a straw or whatever that line is from the song you always sing.

“Fuck sweetheart” he breathes heavily, head lolling back and eyes closed focusing on trying not to nut holding on the this for as long as he can. With a mouth like that he’d cherish every moment your lips were on him— the swirl of your tongue, the warmth, perfect amount of spit the way your moans made his whole body vibrate to the lack of gag reflex he can feel his thigh tensing up. Too focused on the sounds your mouth is making and the occasional gagging sound that strokes his ego a little bit too much he misses the sound of the door opening and slamming shut.

Its not until he feels a shift in the energy that his eyes slip open slightly just in time to notice Gojo walking towards the two of you with a wicked smile on his face. The kind of smile someone gives when they're about to hit you with a uno reverse after you put down a draw four.Youre still completely oblivious though as your hand comes up to cup his balls earning a groan. You push him all the way to the back of your throat pulling the reaction you want from him a louder moan and all his attention all you.

He’s so close to cuming, giving your tight little throat everything you want… everything he wants when your mouth is gone. It takes him a second to register Gojo is alot closer in the sense that his hand is on the back of your neck pulling you off before his hands are on your cheeks holding you in place for a kiss.

Your eyes are wide in shock for a moment yes you heard Gojo come in, heard him slam the door to but to kiss you right after your mouth was just… that little heartbeat between your legs come back.

He pushes his tongue in your mouth moaning at the way you melt into him and your eyes flutter closed, unable to stop yourself loving the feeling of his lips.

You pull away at the same time Satoru sending Suguru a wicked smirk who’s looking at you with pure lust, disbelief only a singular thought in his head as looks between you two.

Though before he can act on it Your phone rings saving you and you swear you’d pay whoever it is big bucks as you nearly run to Sugurus room to get it.

“Makis having her Dojo opening today, you coming?” Yuki ask and you almost decline. You didnt hate the rambunctious blonde she was pretty, had good style and a girls girl but her and Suguru use to have a thing back in high school where she was practically pinning after him and theres a part of you that feels disgustingly possessive over him hating every girl thats came before you. Speaking of Suguru you don't hear him or Satoru the two you needed a break from at the moment.

“Ugh i dont have anything to wear” you huff looking down at Sugurus tshirt you had on this wasnt party attire.

“You? Not having anything to wear? Thats like me not being blonde you always have the cutest clothes” she gushes over the phone and you can just picture her head tilt. You thank God for your sleepovers with the man after drunk nights because you spot a pair of denim heels you left over a few months ago and head over to his closet.

“Oh ill be there” you squeal pulling out a oversize short sleeve shirt you knew Suguru outgrown followed by a denim bucket hat to cover up your messed up hair. You stay on the phone as you get dress having small girl talk ready to celebrate your friends accomplishments pulling out your emergency tube of lip gloss placing it on your lips.

Neither of the men expect you to walk out dressed smelling good and looking like youre ready to go out so when they scramble to their feet ready to apologize theyre instantly confused.

“Uh hold on Yuki” you pull the phone away from your ear noticing it was on 12% anyway.

“I-Im going out to celebrate Maki so uh ill see you two later” you say feeling extremely awkward as the regret is there on both of their faces.

Ahhh fuck this was awkward. You want to blame Satoru hell you want to blame Suguru but you couldnt blame anybody but yourself.

Suguru feels guilty knowing it wouldnt have happened had he not texted satoru, knows that the 3 of you wouldnt be walking on egg shells right now so he breaks first and pulls you into a tender hug, well it was tender for all of two second before he squeezes tightly.

“Ok sweetheart, drive safe and let me know when you arrive” and letting you go he looks like he wants to say more or give you a forehead kiss but decides against it taking a step back.

Satoru steps up this time pulling you in for a hug and you can feel the sadness dripping off of him, theres no smart quips, no teasing not even his usual arrogant smirk. He blames himself for being so arrogant in the first place walking in and kissing you like that. He doesnt regret it though.

“Call me when you need a ride home princess, you know ill come” he tells you fighting himself to let go as he takes a step back shoving his hands in his pockets to not reach back out and grab at you.

“Ok”

“Hey doll” you hear from behind you, turning to see a familiar scar lipped muscle head man and you roll your eyes.

“Im not interested” you tell him going back to scrolling on your phone cup of alcohol in your hand untouched not in a drinking mood at all.

“Wasnt persuing, i was just curious why the usual life of the party is cooped up in a corner holding the wall up…actually wheres your body guards?” He ask and you’re ready to go into defense mode about satoru and Suguru but you know that look in his eyes. Maki has the same one when she is about to pester someone trying to be friendly but it comes off bitchy.

“You a zen’in?” You ask squinting watching his body language as he squeezes his knuckles and tightens his shoulders, his navy blue compression seeming to stretch more across his broad chest..

“Was” he says sharply. “Took my wife’s last name it’s fushiguro now” he smiles and you take the time to notice the silver band on his hand.

“Youre married?” You gawk and he chuckles pulling out his phone showing his Lock Screen of him a woman a little girl and probably a 10 year old boy.

And you fall into conversation with him about married life and being a dad and how he was here to support his little cousin since they had a shitty family. The black sheep had to stick together and while he went away to prison for a few years Maki made it her mission to be there in his place.

“The blue eyed freak is a good God father too, he’s always sending gifts when he can’t come but makes sure to come when he can” and you can't help the grin as you think about how Gojo is and how he's more than generous with his money. He loves spending it on others and had mentioned a little spikey haired unimpressed with his antics rugrat.

“Gumi, right?” You ask and he chuckles flipping to another picture, it reveals a few different types of guns, a purple worm and then an adorable boy probably about 6 or 7 who looks so unamused. He swipes at another one of him with a pink haired boy sharing comic books making you grin.

“He hates Gumi, somehow Gojo is the only one who can call him that. I think its because they start to play fight after and Gojo lets him be as rough as he wants even pretends the kid does damage. If i didnt hate him half the time id say it was adoreable” he chuckles as the two of you begin to fall into a wholesome conversation. though before you can comment on how he was actually a big softie you are suddenly yanked away with a bruising grip. The last person you expect to see is Gojo like at all so when he's staring at the man you roll your eyes only to catch Getos gaze.

Oh.

OH.

They had made up or enough to decide the only two that would be in this fight was them and not a third man. Not that he would, this man spent his whole time talking about his kid and something about men with kids… not your type at all. Plus this was probably the only man in the room that didn't try and talk to you.

“Fuck off shes taken” Suguru tells him and he eyes him up and down sizing him up and taking a step closer. The renounced Zenin smirks as he eyes him up and down before looking over at you sending you a wink.

“See you later doll” and walks off an air of areogance surrounding him and you see why him and Gojo were friends.

“What are you two doing here?” You ask crossing your arms watching as Suguru takes your cup downing all of its contents and tossing it.

“I think the better question is what are YOU doing HERE?” Suguru emphasizes pulling you closer but before he can pull you too close Satoru intercepts and throws his arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side.

“Princess were not here to argue with you we just…missed you” he pouts pushing his face against yours and as much as you want to fight the smile you can’t help it.

“Ive only been gone for an hour” you smile trying to push him off though he doesn't let you just sinking further into the dramatics holding onto you with an obnoxious groan.

“Hes so fucking needy” suguru spits and your suspicions off them arguing is confirmed as he tucks his hands in his black jeans looking around the room in his typical condescending way.

“Shut the fuck up Geto” Satoru snaps and you know he’s pissed, in your several years of friendship you’ve heard him call him that twice and the first time led to the two of them in the infirmary.

Suguru rolls his eyes, walking off to go get another drink as Satoru pulls you to a chair and sitting in his lap. He twirls a loose thread at the end of the shirt you're wearing and you can sense his attitude, his usual playful demeanor gone but he still is somewhat satisfied with you sitting in his lap.

Its like a hot cup of ramen waiting to boil over.

You hear giggling and notice its yuki standing too close to Suguru twirling a strand of hair around a finger and any teasing youd done about either men being jealous goes out the window.

You were fucking seathing blood boiling and your nails digging into the thighs of Satoru unknowingly. He hisses grabbing your attention and once you notice you quickly move your hands.

“I-im sorry” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck hugging him tightly sitting back some when he chuckles.

“And you tease us for being jealous as if youre any better princess” he coos patting your thighs chastising you slightly and you roll your eyes. Before you can respond Suguru takes a seat next to the two of you and had either of you paid attention youd know that he had been talking about you ignoring Yukis advances.

Satoru rolls his eyes and Suguru uses that to taunt him.

“You have her in your lap and still not satisfied, so annoying” he manspreads poking satorus head purposely annoying him. Sometimes he liked to act like he was so much more mature than you both until he did shit like this.

He observes your attitude and chuckles.

“Oh you're mad at me too sweetheart, but forgave your little glow stick.” he sneers at Satoru who swats his hand away, not angry with you but you could see the tension rising.

“You know she's a brat who gets jealous and you're over there flirting” he says outting you and you blink incredulously he didn't have to clock you like that.

“Satoru!” You snap which only makes Geto suck his teeth.

“Satoru satoru fucking satoru—“ and jealousy was ripping through him he couldnt even hide it at this point his eyes dark and his usual ‘better than thow’ mature act completely gone. This was the worst side of your trio when the three of you were arguing and had the same shitty attitudes except Suguru had the worst and sassiest mouth.

Yet you still felt like you werent actually apart of their argument.

“Shut up shes literally in YOUR fucking clothes” he whisper yells and you can tell hes getting close to his breaking point. “Do you know what i fucking walked in on?”

Its silent between the three of you for a second not even the sounds of the party could penetrate the metaphorical bubble yall were in.

Satorus resolve has finally snapped and the way he actually felt was seeping through at a fast red hot pace, faster than either of you had ever seen. Everything was always a joke or teasing banter with him so the red hot pulsing anger that shifted to coat his ear tips was new for him.

It's only a moment before Sugurus lips twist into an arrogant smirk and he pushes some of his dark locs over his shoulder further pushing Satoru to his limit. It was rare that Suguru was the antagonist… but not unheard of.

“Wasn't a problem when you kiss—“ he begins and the panic that takes over Satorus face has you spinning. His whole body tensed and hand sank into your thighs.

“Shut up” you finally snap making both of them look at you insults dying on their tongue. “Were not doing this in public… and not at someone elses moment”

The three of you fall into a silence but the tension is still there and its becoming unbearable for you. You felt like the mom of two unruly teenage boys and you just needed a minute to breathe without the two of them bickering. They don't stop with their dirty looks either it’s like they’re still arguing telepathically.

When you see Maki you immediately stand to congratulate her giving her the gift card you stopped and got on the way there telling her youd love to come and learn a few moves.

“Dress comfortable— that means no heels, mini skirts, ass grabbing jeans…” she laughs pushing up her glasses with a singular finger the other propped up on her hip.

“I dress to impress comfort is for the week” and you both laugh while the two are uncharacteristically quiet behind you making her look between the three of you.

“Everything okay?” She ask and you all nod but she doesnt look fully convinced.

“Well when you two idiots arent suffocating her id love to have you two as special guest for the students” she smiles sincerely and the word suffocating alerts them as she walks off. You probably were overwhelned and they definitely were suffocating you is all they could think.

“I'm tired, can we leave” you ask softly, almost getting drowned out behind the music they nod letting you lead the way. you’d done enough, come to show face, speak to Maki and even a futile attempt to get away from these two not that it worked. You were beginning to feel defeated and the drop of your shoulder and strut missing from your typical walk doesn’t go unnoticed

Suguru stops satoru pulling him by the back of the shirt to fall a bit further behind you. He can admit when he was being an ass and knew that if he didnt stop hed lose you and his bestfriend… not forever but he didnt want to argue either.

“Ill drop it if you do” he speaks taking note of how upset you were and you hear them knowing this was their version of making up.

“Dropped” satoru sighs adjusting his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with his middle finger subtly flicking off Suguru who only laughs bumping his shoulder.

But theres still tension… you feel it. You know your boys well enough to know sonething happened when you left and had you gone back to Sugurus place instead of Satorus you probably wouldve figured it out.

They dont say much to another only to you, avoiding eye contact and even physical contact which was odd. Satoru was soooo.. touchy and Suguru as much as he snapped at him would let him. He always let you and Satoru do whatever you wanted to him play with his hair, poke at his cheeks even bite him randomly. Satoru was a weirdo.

You needed them seperated though so when Satoru goes to take a business phone call, something about sending Maki a gift you set your eyes on Suguru.

“Suguru” you purr giving him the fuck me eyes and he folds so easily. Men were so easy it really didnt take anything but a bat of your lashes and the purr of his name

He already knows what game your playing at and everytime him and satoru argued with another they always expected you to pick a side. You didnt understand how you become the peacemaker of their antics but you did. And when they argue they stoop low, like right now Geto had gone as far as eating you out to sway you to be on his side he had to before he told you what actually happened.

Its when Gojo walks back into the living room seeing him kiss up your thighs as you look down at him with a look thats suppose to be reserved for him that he looses his mind.

“You ass you know we said we would wait until we talked to her first” Gojo hisses, phone clutching in his hand and you falter slightly because Getos actions seem like something Gojo would do. Geto shrugs pulling at the hem of your underwear.

“You walked off and she hasnt cum since you interrupted us earlier” he glares watching the way the white hair man stills in the middle of the room and you notice they both have a weird look on their face.

“What happened when i left?” You finally breathe out watching how both men glare at another and you pout when you realize their pettyness has increased in the past 3 hours. Neither of them say anything and you pull Getos gaze to you by his chin lightly stroking with your thumb watching as the glare melts.

“Tell me what happened when i left” you know your boys well and Getos lips turn into a frown as he looks up at you from his spot on the floor.

“Fine we were arguing about that little stunt he pulled and and whos the better kisser and—“ Geto begins to sing like a canary unable to hold back when it comes to you until his words get stuck in his throat.

“And he kissed me! Grabbed me by the front of my shirt wrinkled it and kissed me put his warm tongue all in my mouth” Gojo shouts walking closer sitting on the chair next to you the hem of his boxers showing as his sweatpants shift slightly.

“Geto you cant just do that—“ you begin understanding why Gojo was upset.

“Yeah and you grabbed my dick dont forget that even swirled you finger around the tip” Geto hisses darkly his hand tight on your brown thigh.

“Gojo—“ you gasp in shock not even sure who to scold because honestly the thought of them two was kind of hot and it made you wetter not the either of them noticed.

“Oh you wanna talk about fingers?” Gojo hisses and youve heard enough when you cut them off. Their fight was silly, it wasnt about consent and in their fight of who can outdo the other their tension snapped while you were off at Makis grand opening and you were only mad you werent there to witness it.

“So are you mad that it happened or mad that you liked it” the questions directed at both of them but neither of them answer but the way the tips of their ears turn red is enough to tell you everything you need.

“Well why dont you two kiss and see if you like it or hate it” you coyly throw it in your own horny attempts forgetting your word was bible and theyd do whatever you say so when they look at another and the sexual tension returns you feel your core clench around nothing.

“Gojo is too much of a—“ Geto begins to tease unable to hold back in his teasing ways but the white hair man joins him on the floor between your legs pushing his lips against Getos shocked ones.

You can see the suprise at first and Gojo is definitely applying full pressure until your soft fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him back slightly giving the dark haired man a second to adjust but hes chasing his lips the next moment.

Your hand falls watching as their mouths chase anothers hot and heavy until Getos hand comes up gripping at Gojos neck slightly and he lets out a sound similar to a moan as he melts into the kiss. Your eyes float down for a second to the building tents in their boxers before watching their hands start to roam over the others body.

“So mean to me earlier satoru, now look at you” Suguru teases, pulling his shirt off before reattaching their lips.

Satoru bites Getos lip before his hand slowly trails down his chest and under his waistband the hand wrapping around his length. Your lip finds its way clutched between your teeth not expecting it to get this far. Geto is sensitive and you know that touching the tip is the quickest way to turn him on and it seems satoru ignited that in him because he pushes him completely back on the floor holding his wrist in one hand over his head with his other hand holding Gojos hips.

Its when their hips start grinding into another that your fingers find their way into your underwear pressing against your clit. The wetness coats your fingers and a soft moan slips past your lips as you watch your two lovers fool around. Your moan doesnt go unnoticed and they break apart Geto looking over at you and Gojo in a daze as he stares at the man hovering over his lips.

“This turn you on sweetheart” Geto ask grinding his hips against the man under him pulling a strangled moan from him that does something to your core. Gojo looks like he wants more but hes to scared to ask so you use your pointer finger to tell geto to come closer.

His lips are instantly on your thighs kissing up your cloth cunt tracing around it with his tongue listening to your soft moans and the sound of satoru panting.

Your lips are shortly captured by satoru who doesnt plan on missing out on any of the fun(planning to go through his bi panic later) his tongue swirls around your mouth and all you can taste is Suguru letting you know just how much they enjoyed kissing another.

He slowly pulls your shirt off making it easier for access before sliding down next to Suguru between your legs trailing his finger everywhere sugurus tongue just was. You feel yourself beconibg wetter at having both of them between your legs anticipation brewing until your underwear is pulled off and theres 2 sets of fingers circling your hole.

“Sweetheart?” Suguru purs the same time “Princess?” Falls from Satorus lips and your heart races your core clenching around nothing. Any regret long gone and nonexistent.

Sugurus thick fingers use the slick practically pouring out of you to rub circles into your clit while satoru long slender ones push into you pulling a moan deep from your throat and oh do they like that. In a split second they learn they do better as a team than divided.

Suguru rests his head on your thigh loving when your fingers instantly go into his hair, nails brushing against his scalp.

“Sorry” and Satorus mouth is replacing his fingers thrusting into your core and you feel the knot begin to build, you were easily overstimulated and more than sure the two of them were about to take advantage.

“You forgive him sweetheart?” You hear the dark haired man ask, pressing harder into your clit making your stomach convulse and eyes squeeze shut. You wouldn’t be able to handle both of them ganging up on you, you honestly didn’t think this through at all.

So when satoru licks up from your core to your clit right over Sugurus fingers your burst at the sight of him taking his fingers in his mouth sucking on them and you don’t miss the way he’s challenging him. But Sugurus too far gone…or ignores it just smiles replacing his fingers with his tongue on your core licking up your juices.

You were so fucked, feeling your eyes roll back you let your other hand find Satorus undercut pulling him back to you both of their tongues licking over you. And yes you were greedy so fucking greedy moaning at the sensation.

“You taste so good, just for us” and its the first time Suguru acknowledges sharing not that he has a choice but you hear the need in his voice and when your eyes flutter open you realize why. Satoru had his dick in his hand using long slow strokes the same strokes he was using to eat you out with.

They finally get enough of their tongues licking into the others mouth and the pressure snaps from them just tongue kissing around your clit before locking lips moaning into another’s mouth. The wet slaps and smacks the only thing filling the room as suguru uses his other hand to keep pumping in and out of you.

Their kissing doesn’t last long and satoru is exploring his way down his jaw and neck with licks and kisses that had Suguru breathing heavy, shivering when his pink tongue flickers over his nipple. He grins before his head is out of your sight and from the way Suguru grunts you can guess exactly what Satorus doing.

Leaning forward your eyes widen watching Satoru deep throat him not a single gag sound until he pulls off repeating the motion pulling a string of curse words from suguru.

“S-satoru… fuck fuck FUCK” and his eyes roll back hand completely stopping its assault on you both hands flying to the head if white hair in his lip. Oh and this was new— it was almost like Satoru was getting his payback from his man Suguru was earlier. Pulling his mouth to yours, your tongues clashing as you swallow every sinful moan that climbs up his throat, hands tightening in his hair.

“Come on” suguru grunts standing up tossing you over his shoulder and dragging satoru up by his chin leaving a nasty open mouth kiss on his lips.

“Whaaaat?” Satoru whines before Sugurus pulling the both of you towards the bedroom

———-

Satorus longer slender fingers wrap around Sugurus throat pulling him close and squeezing never losing eye contact.

“Is that right Suguru? But youre doing so good fucking her so perfectly. I think You look so fucking perfect like that making me even harder” gojo tells him and you dont have to see him to know how Suguru is hanging onto every word you can feel his dick twitchibg inside you. Even turning to watch him in the mirror you watch his face and the beautiful way he falls apart you knew he loved the mental stimulation so being talked to it rather through it shouldn’t have had your mind spinning like this. But Satoru…Satoru did.

Satoru sat propped on his knees, a hand tenderly on the back of your neck knowing better than to touch your hair while your lips were wrapped around his red leaking tip and Suguru? Suguru was complete putty for the two of you right now bottom lip harshly between his teeth while his hands gripped onto your hips keeping a steady pace as he thrust into you from behind the only thing louder than his balls repeatedly slapping your clit was the wet schlap schlap schlap sound of your core already having came 3 times but Suguru was relentless.

“Youre so fucking needy Suguru, you need me to keep talking you through it huh,baby?” His lips extremely close to Sugurus as he continues squeezes his throat tighter its when you watch his eyes squeeze shut at the nickname.

Oh you were fucking loving this, Suguru was so fucking tender for Satoru. He talked so much shit was so damn arrogant and had been fucking with him for weeks. Had he just wanted his attention this whole time? Had he been having his own bi panic this whole time?

Oh!

“Oh you weren’t jealous about me and Satoru fucking your were jealous you couldn’t—“ before you could finish your sentence he plunges two fingers in your mouth snapping his hips harder into your with a sharp slap to your plump ass.

“S-shut up!” He snaps grabbing satorus wrist trying to hold onto something…anything. He couldn’t have both of you talking to him like this, he was going to cum too fast and he was enjoying the tight warmth and the way you constantly clenched around him way too much for that.

He’s grateful for his dark hair coming down as a sheild because between the way you sucked on his fingers with that evil yet innocent way you looked up at him and Satoru talking him through it his face was a crimson red. Not that it mattered, the redness was across his neck and chest yet no one spoke of it.

“Couldn’t stand the thought of your pretty boy with someone else” and satorus shameless guiding his dick back into your mouth sucking Sugurus fingers into his mouth instead. His eyes cross when one of your hands reach under the two of you palming at his balls.

Fuck putty.

He felt like ice cream on a hot summer day and he was melting. He never thought much about threesomes but to be used like this… overstimulated like this and by you two? His brain couldn't process a single thought let alone any of the smart remarks he’d been spewing earlier.

“Y-youre… youre such a brat, satoru” suguru grunts through clenched teeth only getting a chuckle in return as Satoru pulls all the way back going from his knees to sitting against the pile of pillows a singular leg stretched out while the other was propped up for you to lean against slinging a long arm over the headboard.

“Then come tame me, baby”

And that’s all it takes for suguru to pull out of you pick you up and sit you on Satorus dick making him hiss not ready for how tight or wet you were, moans slipping from your mouth as you try to brace yourself.

Satoru chokes on every word when Suguru lines his dick up with his entrance and uses the wetness from your orgasms as lube before sliding in.

“Fuck” the both groan loudly… louder than anything you did and you nearly orgasm listening to the raspiness of their moans.

You watch as Satorus eyes become glossy for a minute before leaning forward taking his lips in yours smiling when he instantly kisses back. Your hands find his undercut soothing him as his find your breast massaging them for his own satisfaction.

And right when he whimpers in your mouth is when you know he fucked up.

“Tame you?! Tame you! You— shit! You want me to fucking tame you, you bratty ass pretty boy. Look at you taking my—“ he rambles dare you say drunk off the stimulation from being in something so tight piercing blue eyes staring directly into his soul he almost cums at the sight of both of you.

Satorus quiet… except for the broken moans he chokes out his fingers gripping your hips with a bruising force, and it’s kinda what he gets for antagonizing the dark haired man. Your lips find satorus neck leaving little purple bruises and hickeys the thought of being claimed and possessed stimulates him the way being talked through it does Suguru.

“Oh and don’t think i forgot your little teasing sweetheart” he nips at your shoulder fingers coming for a full attack on your clit making your eyes cross.

“Whole things her fault” Satoru manages to squeeze out and you practically taste how fucked out he is, how close to cuming he is.

“Yeah it is…i might be needy but shes greedy wanting both of us” he groans out marking up your neck you knew you couldn’t handle both of them ganging up on you, you were already fighting your trembling legs.

“Im g-greedy?” You breath leaning back against Sugurus chest your tiddies bouncing, stealing Satorus gaze.

“Suguru you did fuck both of us sounds like you’re the greedy one” you wrap an arm around his neck pulling his head to your shoulder before pecking his lips.

“I get it, look at how fucked out our Pretty boy Toru looks” you turn alliances ganging up on Satoru who jaw drops. He loves the attention and the use of “our” if his dick twitching in you was anything to go by.

“W-wait” he stutters trying to pull away only for suguru to lean forward pushing you forward as well. He guides your hips to match the pace that hes set inside of Satoru whos hair is finally starting to stick to his forehead from sweat.

Satoru finds his way to your clit taking over, feeling his stomach clench when you clamp down on him, your eyes rolling back when his dick curves up into that spongey spot inside of you pulling a high pitched whine from your glossy lips.

“So fucking perfect sweetheart” and Satoru isn’t sure if the nicknames for you or him the way he purrs it against your ear but keeps eye contact with him and he feels his stomach convulse shutting his eyes tight.

“Come on baby let me see those gorgeous blue eyes” Suguru pleads, grabbing Satorus chin as much of a sucker for his eyes as everyone else if not more. Pressing two of your fingers into his mouth he moans around them eyes shooting open.

“Fuck sweetheart that’s so fucking sexy, im so close” he heaves into your shoulder arm tightening around your waist.

“You feel so good satoru, squeezing me so tight. Gunna cum for us? Please baby” Suguru fucking begs and Satoru is a whore for him couldn’t help it if he tried actually begins shooting his heavy load into you triggering your own orgasm.

“Fuck” and Sugurus dumping his load into the white haired man leaning forward to kiss him sloppily your fingers quickly removed from his mouth.

You loved watching them kiss each other it was actually so fucking hot. Satoru whines pulling Suguru closer by his dark tendrils body rolling up into you as he sucks on his bottom lip before grabbing you by the back of your neck turning his lips on yours.

You instantly suck his tongue in your mouth the saliva dripping down your chin.

Suguru being the greedy fuck he is leans forward licking it back into your mouth kissing both of you at the same time.

Exactly, greedy. It’s nothing but the sound of teeth clashing lips shaking and subtle moans as the three of you continue making out hands roaming another freely. You miss the silent conversation they have as Sugurus fingers slip inside you and Satoru takes his time on your clit as they moan into another's mouths.

The pressure building up feels different. You were so horny all over again from watching the two of them make out so needy for another that when your orgasm explodes making you squirt the three of you fall into silence with nothing but heavy breathing.

Your body felt weak as you molded into satoru eyes fluttering shut as his hands instantly began rubbing down your back in a soothing rhythm and sugurus hair tickles your side as his large hand rubs down your thighs.

Smiling you crack an eye open to sink your hand into his silky locs gently massaging at his scalp not at all surprised when he purrs into it scooting closer to you just to trail kisses on your wrist letting out a loud satisfied sigh.

“Gonna go start a shower” Suguru stretches as he sits up leaving a lazy kiss on Satorus lips before he tilts your head up to leave one on your lips as well before gliding off to the bathroom.

Satoru wraps his arms around you a bit tighter being the big cuddler he is leaving a series of kisses on the top of your head.

“You think he’d be down to fuck on camera?” He mumbles against your lips, thumb trailing over your cheek pushing curls away from your eyes.

“Of course, his hair would be noticeable though everybody would know who we are” you giggle brushing his snow white hair back and off his forehead leaving a tender kiss that turns into a slight makeout as you hold his face in place.

“Satoru, I can't figure out your stupid shower. Why is it a touch screen and has knobs?!” Suguru huffs before walking back into the bedroom grinning when Satoru gently places you down climbing out the bed.

Suguru doesn't hesitate at all, taking his spot pulling you to cuddle into his chest as he wraps your legs around his waist.

“Feeling ok sweetheart?” He asks his thumbs massaging deeply into your thighs rubbing out any kinks while his other hand rests on your lower back. You smile up at him not wasting a second to press your lips against his and he slots his tongue in your mouth.

Slowly pulling back he rests his forehead against yours though his dark eyes never leave your puffy pink lips.

“You need to get rid of all your little boy toys” he finally adds possessively the certainty in his voice that has you missing the sound of Satoru walking back in the room.

“MY boy toys?” You ask incredulously as if the two of them didn’t have a phone book of women to call. But they don’t register that instead seeing that they need to make it known you belong to them and vice versa.

“Yes, or we could just crash every little date you go on makeout with you and then each other” Satoru smiles pulling your head back so you can see the seriousness in his eyes.

“And if that doesn't work we’ll just beat the shit out of them” Suguru shrugs as if he hasn’t just threatened a hypothetical man but it seems to only turn Satoru on as he agrees climbing back in bed waiting for the shower to warm up.

Suguru only leans back resting his head on Satorus' stomach, both sending you matching devious looks as they wait for you to say anything that could start a second round.

“I think I liked it better when you two didn't get along.”

Sharing was caring and maybe these two actually did know how to do it.

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quitesins · 1 year ago

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Boxer!Bakugou x Sports Journalist!Reader

Masterlist

Tags: Sfw, Drabble, Female!reader, Aged up!character, Boxer!Bkg, Sports journalist!Reader, ooc bakugou? Maybe? Dialogue heavy, I’ve had this in my drafts since feb, idk anything about boxing btw

“They say you’re a prodigy, Mr. Bakugou but do you think you can keep up with those who’ve been fighting for years?”

Bakugou Katsuki, The Dynamight.

It’s testy to ask a question like that. You’ve watched his other interviews- he’s volatile, quick to anger. So you’re surprised when he looks you over, and smirks.

“You doubtin’ me?” There’s amusement in his voice. He thinks you’re nervous, he’s already disregarded you as a threat.

“No.” You sit up a little straighter. “But you have been uncharacteristically quiet about your training recently. One can only assume why.”

Bakugou lets out a bark of laughter, it’s not one you haven’t heard before but it’s still rare, feeling almost exclusive to the journalists he really doesn’t respect.

“And you’re suspecting it’s because I have nothing to show? Hah!”

You have to force your eyebrows back up, your lips to still curve.

“If not, what else? Aren’t you a little too confident” You pause. “Izuku Midoriya is also force to beat, but even he isn’t so cocksure.”

The crowd around you hushes. No one dares mentions that name. Bakugou grits his teeth, while you smile with yours prettily. It’s a low blow, bringing up his rival, but you’re not here to play nice either.

Bakugou takes a second, then replies. “That nerd would tremble over a baby.” His arm comes out to rest on the seat beside him, and he leans back casually. “His progress has nothing to do with me. I know my skill. I don’t need to be worried.”

It ticks you off how quick he is at regaining the upper hand, like confidence runs through his veins.

Though he looks unperturbed, his team ushers another journalist to the mic, and you have to step back at last. But even as you sink back into the crowd, head lowered, scribbling away at your notes, a pair of red eyes follow you, with intensity you’d be glad not to notice.

You’re waiting in the cold, under a darkening sky, just outside the hall, when a warmth emerges on your left side. It’s him. The Dynamight. And you jump back startled.

He stands there, clearly entertained by the fact you hadn’t noticed him and then by little gasp when you do.

“Mr Bakugou.” You’re curt, not particularly interested in getting into an argument, expecting that was what he was here for.

“Bakugou’s fine.” His shoulder nudges yours, for a second you think it’s a threat, but the foreign softness of his voice makes you realise otherwise. He’s trying to be… friendly? For what reason, it’s beyond you.

“Bakugou.” You don’t open up, but you don’t shy away either. He seems to take that as a win. “Shouldn’t you be inside, I’m sure everyone is clamouring for your attention.”

He snorts, it’s similar to his laugh during the interviews, but this time you can tell it isn’t taunting. You feel a bit guilty for assuming it had come with malice earlier.

“You’re not one bit scared of me are ya?”

“Should I be?”

Maybe he genuinely enjoys the back and fourth, because he really laughs at that. “Nah, you’d probably write a hit piece on me.”

“I- What?” When his words sink in you fluster at his claim. “No I wouldn’t? What?!”

“I read that article you did on Dabi.” Bakugou raises- without accusation. “The fucker deserved it.”

“It wasn’t like that!” It wasnt. It’s not your fault the famous boxer Dabi— Touya Todoroki had turned out to be former world champion, Endeavour’s son. You weren’t trying to expose any nepotism. It just happened to be. “It’s my job!!”

For a moment, Bakugou thinks you look like a scolded child, trying to defend yourself from the heinous allegation of stealing from the cookie jar.

“Relax. I know.” Bakugou nudges your shoulder again. “It’s why I want you to come interview my gym.”

“What?”

“My gym, Jeanist, Red, the whole lot.” He lists. “I don’t trust any other extra to do it. Either suck ups or fuckin’ liars.”

“And you think I’d be the inbetween?” You eye him warily, you don’t trust his trust.

“Yeah.” He ignores your skepticism. “Plus, it’d be nice to have a pretty girl around for a change.”

Now that’s what gets you speechless. Despite the increasing attempts of gossip mags trying to speculate about the annoyingly handsome Dynamight’s love life, he’d never actually been caught in a dating scandal. Honestly it seemed like the man was far too focussed on himself to have interest in anyone at all.

“That shut you up, huh?”

You’re actually glad he teases, because it reminds you not to fall for whatever charm he’d conjured up. You give him a frown but somewhere in your chest, it feels oddly warm.

“Think about it.” He steps back. “I’ll tell you now, best fuckin’ article you’ll ever write.” He nods over to a car you hadn’t noticed pull up.

It’s your cab, and it’s mildly embarrassing to realise how concentrated you’d been on him. He goes to take his leave and you turn to enter the car. Neither of you say goodbye, you just look away with faint smiles on your faces.

I had the beginning of dis just floating about in ma drafts since feb, finally added to it so why not post, also yes this is a call to watch Ippo. Miyata my beloved…

#bakugou imagine #bakugou imagines #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #x reader #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #quite shorts #quitesins bkg

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reverieblondie · 19 days ago

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What if Raphael teleported himself to Tav and she just so happens to be completely naked? Like they haven't really begun courting yet, and BAM! Now he is in her home and he is seeing the object of his affections interests in all of her glory when he wasn't expecting to.

Bonus points if Tav is super calm about it - minus any initial surprise - and just sighs and casually goes to start covering up, maybe while saying "So what can I do for you, Raphael?" or mumbling something like "And this kind of thing was why I asked Korrilla to tell me when to expect you. So much for 'that would never happen'... "

You can decide what happens from there.

A/N: Thank you for this ask! I actually have made this ask a part one to another ask that will be its part two. ( I hope that makes sense! ) Anyway, sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy! Starts off steamy but the ending is more silly. MDNI! 18+ only!

Oops...

He tries to focus on the show in front of him. Raphael crosses his legs. Lounging back in his chair, he intently watches as Harrlep makes the moaning tiefling bend over on all fours.

These are always his favorites when a client so enamored with him is rewarded with Haarlep. It's the perfect cycle, the client is rewarded for their loyalty, Haarlep is fed, and Raphael gets to feel the ghost of pleasure on his cock as the person is beautifully ravaged. Always so captivated as sharp claws traced down their backs letting beautiful drops of crimson cascade down their skin and decorated his satin sheets. Then there is the musical sound of horse wanton moans with desperate cries of more.

But today… It's doing nothing.

Even as Harrlep yanks on the man's tail, making him scream and rut himself back on the incubus's cock faster. It still stirs nothing; Raphael looks down at his crotch, where he feels everything but nothing in making it swell. He's never had this problem before, and now he's bored of this show.

"Stop, stop," he commands, making Harrlep pause their thrust.

Haarlep sighs, rolling their eyes while pulling the man's tailback, keeping his ass warming their cock. "Do I need to remind you about critiquing my fucking again?"

Raphael sneers at the incubus, "No. I'm simply bored."

Haarlep smirks, leaning down to the man, lifting his head by the horns to face Rapheal. The man's dark eyes are full of tears, his cheeks flushed and panting for breath. "Hear that, darling? You're boring the master…"

Their words of cruelty taunt as the man's cock throbs, precum drooling out as he lets out a sob. Haarleps's hips started to roll again at the delicious sound and the feel of his quivering. Incubus are always so torturous to their meals.

Raphael waves a hand before Haarlep can resume their pace, "Go take him somewhere else; leave me alone."

Haarlep hums, continuing to tease their current meal, til a cruel smirk twists to their lips. "So sorry, pretty boy, but Raphael would have preferred to watch a little mouse instead."

They snap their fingers before Raphael can yell at Haarlep and disappear with the man. They will take all they can from him to get their fill. Raphael has been rather neglectful to his incubus as of late… but to mention you of all people…

Raphael twists his chair to face his desk where contracts sit, waiting in their draft forms. It takes no effort from him to pluck up one of the rolls of parchment and find the contract he had written just for you. You're so clever, having never signed it, much to Raphal's annoyance. Though his mind still lingers back to you. And though your name is not here, it still echoes in his mind. Haarlep, as insufferable as they are, does have a point… Raphael longs to see you, to see you in his bed… though he wouldn't be just watching on the side, Raphael would be the one tracing his long nails down your body, the one to be thrusting you into submission as your body sweats and quivers to take all of him.

The mere thought of it makes his body grow hotter, and his cock finally twitch. Raphael rolls his eyes at himself; those thoughts get him to stir.

Not only has Raphael been thinking of your body and how it could be twisted for all of his pleasures, but he also just wonders about you and what you're doing… He could send Korrilla to spy on you, though he doesn't know if he could merely be satiated with retelling your daily happenings. No, he wants to witness it, watch as you wake, follow you as you stroll through the city, and see your wit and quick nature to the worms that dare test you or flirt with you.

The thought makes him sneer. He needs to get eyes on you; the sooner, the better. Standing, Raphael makes sure his hair is fixed, and his clothes are present. Once he deems himself suitable, he snaps his fingers and lets the blaze transport him.

Raphaels is already practicing what he will say once he sees you again, but as he's transported to you and finally sees you, all of that rehearsing goes out the window. When the cambion, after all this time, finally gets to see his little mouse, he gets the privilege of seeing her in all her natural glory. From the steam and water running down the curves of your body, it's clear to him that you have just gotten out of the bath. The other thing he observes is that you don't seem all that surprised to see him.

You eye him up and down before rolling your eyes and reaching for a towel. "You have impeccable timing, Raphael..." You wrap yourself up and stroll over to the cambion. "What can I help you with, Raphael?"

Raphael feels his whole body approach him. You could help him with things... but those desires are forced to wait.

"Mouse, I'm hurt. How do you know this isn't just a friendly visit? "

A scoff leaves your throat as you turn away from him, dropping your towel as you do behind a Changing divider. "You don't do friendly Visits in my experience..."

Raphael tsk. "my, you are cynical.."

You come from behind the divider in a simple outfit, and only you can enhance it into something beautiful... You fold your arms over and do that slight frown that drives him mad... "What have you come for?"

You... he Wants to say, but he bites his tongue.

Raphael is trying to keep his cool facade and does some quick thinking.

"Well, mouse, if you must know... I'm here for your home."

You look at him confused, "My home? Why?"

Raphael steps forward, carefully brushing your hair from your shoulder. "The house of hope has been... busy as of late... the screams, the questions from servants, Haarleps... loud feeding... it's all so distracting... even a devil needs an escape."

"Why my home?"

Rapheul smiles at the simple question, "You have always been my favorite client's mouse."

A Smile threatens to curl to your lips," so you want to use my house as an escape? What if I'm not here?"

"I can find my way around..."

"What if I'm here

"I wouldn't mind, it is your house…"

You think momentarily, "What if I bring a guest over?

Raphael Shrugs as his fingers trace your skin, "Tell them I'm your roommate ... or your lover…

Raphael feels you tremble, "What's the catch?"

"No catch, just sometimes unexpected company."

You think long before nodding, "Fine, but I have some terms for you to follow."

"Deal."

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #raphael fanfic #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #raphael #raphael x reader #raphael x tav #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x you #ask reverie

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babbymochiiii · 1 year ago

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💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎Pairing: idol!Yuta x female!reader

↪︎Genre: comedy

↪︎Warning: suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: in which you’re on FaceTime with him, where you mention the speculations NCTzens have of him having a tongue piercing, and he confessed to you he does.

↪︎Word count: 560 words

divider credit @plutism 🖤

You were in your room laying on your bed while on FaceTime with Yuta once he finally got home from practice. Moments like these is where the two of you treasured the most considering how there isn’t always time and place for the two of you to be together in person.

“You know your fans are quite something.” You giggled as you remembered going onto Twitter today and seeing all of them freak out over the thought of Yuta having a tongue piercing.

“What has them freaking out this time?” Yuta asked with a smile on his face, as he knew you liked rambling about moments NCTzens have.

“The entire timeline was freaking out, because they believe you have a tongue piercing. One even had a close up of your mouth in the JCC video you were in.” You said as you shakes your head with a smile on your face. “Even if you did have one, you would’ve told me.”

“I do have one.” Yuta said bluntly.

“And if you did have one- wait. YOU HAVE WHAT?” You yelled out as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yup, I got one see.” Yuta said before sticking out his tongue to the camera.

Seeing the shiny piercing placed perfectly in the middle of his tongue made your head feel very full with thoughts that you truly didn’t think could go the way they did.

“Y-Yuta when the hell did you get it done? And how the fuck did I not realize?” You said as you looked at him with a forming blush on your face.

Yuta smirks seeing you blush. “Is my princess thinking about the new ways I can pleasure her with my tongue piercing?” He coos at you. His smiling growing wider as he saw how truly flustered you got, as he knew he just confirmed the thoughts in your head.

“No.” You groaned out as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to get this man out of your head, cause he always knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t lie to yourself princess. You know it’s true.” Yuta laughed as he started to admire you.

“I’m not lying…ugh! Yuta you’re making me flustered!” You moaned out as you dropped your phone onto your bed, as you pressed the heal of your palms into your eyes while trying to hold in your laugh so it doesn’t provoke Yuta into laughing.

A chuckle was heard from the phone. “Baby, I’m just taunting you. Besides you’ll see me soon.” He said gently but the darken look in his eyes scream differently.

“Dude ima block you,” you laughed as you knew Yuta was only just starting.

“Block me? You know better than that, princess.” Yuta laughed.

“I’m not! I’m just kidding!” You said as you took hold of your phone again.

“Mhmm.” Yuta hummed, as he gave you an amused smirk.

“So how was—“

“You want to feel my piercing on your clit don’t you?” Yuta’s blurt interrupted the rest of your question, just causing you to blank and stare down at your phone.

“NAKAMOTO!”

The sound of Yuta’s laughter hits your ears, just as an intense heat took over your face.

“I can’t stand you man.” You mumbled out as you covered your face trying to calm down the feeling of the heat.

“I love you more, princess.”

note: I have had this little drabble in my drafts for like…2 years? 💀 it’s been sitting and waiting for it’s time to shine 😚🤌🏼 but I hope you guys enjoyed the little work here! Thank you for reading! 🥰⭐️

— mochi 🤍

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goodeapple · 5 months ago

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how much do i have to pay you to write something with current canon show Aemond and Ysilla

absolutely CERO dollars (bc this has been in my drafts bEGGING to come out teehee)

“it is just gossip, my prince. something to pass the time between the smallfolk. words fill the mind when there’s no food to fill the belly-”

“i said,” aemond cuts off the squabbling squire, his tone icy. “tell me what was said about the princess ysilla.”

the boy pauses, the blood draining from his face and leaving behind a sunken gray parlor. when he speaks again, his voice quivers like a blade of grass in a storm.

“they’re saying she’s pregnant. quick work by the blacks to solidify ties with the north. or with the riverlands. the word is, she is some moons along. so the… union must have taken place soon after your business with the late prince lucerys. many are saying cregan stark, the wolf of the north, must be the father as he is very committed to the black’s cause. very committed to the princess and their coming child-”

“leave me.”

the squire doesn’t need to be told twice. he turns tails and scurries off, the heavy chamber door thudding shut behind him. the prince regent sits alone in the council room. all else is quiet, save for the war raging in his mind.

aemond shouldn't be surprised- he's not, in a way. bastards are rhaenyra’s specialty. certainly, she would implore her daughter to spread her legs and whelp out an alliance in the form of a babe. and if the father is indeed stark that fucking mongrel, how aemond wants to carve into his belly and pluck out his entrails until they are but a noose to hang him with then aemond knows he needs to tread cautiously.

‘this war will not be won with dragons alone.’ fucking horseshit. he'll burn down winterfell on the morrow if he wishes, until there's nothing left but ancient ash and stone. he'll kill the wolf in his own den, lest he has not already made room for himself in ysilla’s bed.

unbidden, fantasies of his niece swollen and plump with life rush forth. pregnancy would suit her: the swell of her hips filling out, the golden gleam from her skin glowing bright, the blessing of her bosom busting out of her neckline.

another vision, of a swaddled little thing in green and gold blankets, cradled in her arms so tenderly. ysilla would coo and shush them with her sugar sweet voice, all the while the babe would suck milk out of her heavy, aching breast, the dusty rose of her nipple bitten and spit shiny.

green and gold blankets. a foolish fantasy… but fantasies, have no chance of coming true.

“you’re pathetic. you and your lush of a brother ruin dinner and taunt my brothers into behavior that is unlike them, and you won’t even think of apologizing? our families are balancing such a fine line, and yet you dance on it with glee.” ysilla judges with such a biting clarity, she leaves no room for argument. she barged into his room like had the right to, and plucked the book he was reading right out of his hands and sent it flying into his wall. and now, she subjects him to this? her righteousness makes him choke.

“your poor poor, bruised brothers.” aemond pouts mockingly, before erupting into laughter. his niece flinches, more frightened by that then she would be if he shouted. “i hope aegon rang luke’s head like a bell. and i? i should’ve struck jacaerys the same as he attempted to strike me.”

ysilla regards him with something close to sympathy, but there's too much detestment alongside it to be at all good-natured.

“what a sad, small man you make, aemond. my pity is the only piece of me you may have. never my respect, never my admiration, just my pity.”

aemond takes her words and swallows them down, lets the sharp edge of them carve a jagged line down his gullet. if she wants to try her hand at cruelty, aemond will show her how it is done.

“the word of a bastard born girl means little to me. i do not have your respect? the only value you have within you is that of your last name. and that name ysilla, is not Velayr-”

ysilla’s palm crashing into his cheek stops him short. he toys with the idea of praising her- she hits harder than her brother could ever hope to. even in her brutality, her touch upon him is warm and the heat spreads to the rest of him as if he's being engulfed in a forest fire.

“do you think that hurt? come on, you can do better than that.” aemond taunts, pulling upwards into his full height. he towers over his niece but she does not yield, straightening her spine in an admirable attempt to seem formidable. “hit me.”

so she does- striking him again and again. a slap, a shove, a scratch, the next harder than the last. but still, he advances, accepting it all with a greed that has drawn open a pit inside his belly. ysilla spits and snarls, her adrenaline making her blows land soundly but sloppily until her back collides with the edge of his table. aemond catches her wild hands in his own and pins her wrists behind her to the tabletop. the smooth expanse of his cheek will soon begin to bruise like a ripe peach but for now, it glows ruby red, the very color of ysilla’s wine stained lips.

“not a dragon at all, i see. mayhaps, you’re more akin to whatever your father’s sigil is- whatever that may be.” oh how he wants to devour that fury that springs to life within her valyrian eyes. maybe not velaryon, but undeniably targaryen.

“you’re sick. you’re as sick and twisted as that fucking scar on your face-”

their kiss is more fight and fury than anything sweet. teeth catch tongues, and they battle for an upper hand neither are willing to give.

aemond sweeps his arm across the table, books, cups, and papers careening to the ground. he spins ysilla around, humming in appreciation as she arches back into him. she places both hands on the table, trying not to seem too eager as she widens her stance and therefore, opens her legs.

“don't care to look at me?” she asks primly, her haughty tone only dampened by the lust heavy on her tongue. the one-eyed prince can't wait to hear what she'll sound like when she's praying to him for release.

“quite the contrary, issa dõna. unless you wish to leave here in tatters, let me unwrap you like a gift and take my spoils as such.”

his words strike the right chord as he hears ysilla take in a shaky breath. she clutches at one of his hands pinching at her hip and guides his touch upwards, until aemond has a handful of her breasts. maybe it will be him that prays to her for salvation.

every button on her dress he pops apart reveals slips of skin he mouths at hungrily. she tastes of honeysuckle and salt, and he'll bet a million gold dragons her cunt tastes even better.

ysilla’s hands go behind her, fumbling and toying at his belt until she unlatches it. her hand dives into his breeches, cupping the pulsing thickness of his hard cock. he voices a warning groan into the nape of her neck, grazing his teeth along her skin in a promise.

“aemond, do it. take me… ruin me.”

and when she begs like that, he cannot find it in himself to deny her.

it was the night before his father died. the last night they were all together- the last night he’d seen her. only a handful of days before he and luke met for the final time in storm’s end…

he can’t be… it’s not possible. well… it’s possible but his niece isn’t stupid- she must’ve drank moon tea the morning after they��

but what if she hadn’t?

aemond snarls, sending the spherical stone once in his fist across the room in a vociferous clatter. all of his thoughts- aegon, harrenhal, his mother, the iron throne- melt away and leave behind a thread that has begun to unravel. ysilla, ysilla, ysilla.

he has to see her. he has to know for certain.

#this takes place sometime in between episodes 5 & 6 #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x you #hotd #nonnie mail

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drabblesandimagines · 11 months ago

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reader comforts Clive after a nightmare?? I love ur writing sm <3

Thank you, anon! I've had this in my drafts for a while. Just some soft comfort, maybe a bit angsty! I hope you enjoy x

Compromises

Clive Rosfield x reader

You awaken from a dreamless sleep, too exhausted by the day’s activities to dream, to find the chambers in darkness and dawn still a few hours away. You nuzzle your face back down into your pillow and close your eyes, expecting sleep to reclaim you quickly, dismissing whatever woke you up in the first place when a heartbreaking whimper echoes around the room.

Clive.

You sit up then, wide awake - surprised you don’t rouse him from how you make the bed shake in your haste. Clive’s lying on his front, topless, a hand nestled under his cheek. His hair is more disheveled than usual, though you thought you would have awoken earlier if he’d been tossing and turning to such a degree. His brows are furrowed and his face twitches and a whimper of your name emits from his lips.

You’re struck by indecision – should you attempt to wake him, or is safer to let him wake himself? You wrack your brain, trying to remember if Tarja had ever shared any advice on the matter over the years spent together, moving cautiously to the edge of the bed to think.

There is no further time for deliberation as Clive wakes with a gasp, reaching out with one hand to your side of the mattress, hoping to find your slumbering form. When he can’t find the solace he so desperately craves, he pushes himself up, flustered – heart pounding, lungs heaving, eyes darting around - to find you sat nearer the edge of the bed, watching him carefully.

“Clive?” Your tone is cautious – not sure if he’s truly awake or still in the throes of his dream.

“Oh, thank the Founder,” he twists round and pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you, pressing his face into your hair. “You… You’re all right. It felt so real.”

“A nightmare?”

“Yes,” he says on the exhale, sounding breathless.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” You ask, cautiously.

“In a moment. I just…” He presses a long kiss against your crown, and you can feel his heart pounding through your cheek upon his chest. “I just need a moment, my darling.”

“Take as many as you need.”

You stay in that position for a while, your arms looped around him as best you can, sitting in the quiet as he keeps his chin upon your crown, trying to steady his breaths.

“It was…” He swallows. “I dreamt that Barnabas… He… He had you in fetters.” An arm drops from around you, seeking your hand instead to press a kiss to the pulse point of your wrist. “He’d… He’d taken you.” His other hand begins to rub up and down your back, attempting to ground himself once more with your presence, the warmth of your body. “His sword at your throat. And I was close, I could see you, and he demanded for Ifrit to show. But… he wouldn’t come to me, no matter how much I willed him to. And you were screaming my name, begging me for my aid – and I… Founder, I…”

His voice breaks and you pull back at once, wrapping your arm around his head to pull him down against your own chest, pressing the side of his face against your heart in the hopes that hearing its beat would bring him a semblance of comfort. Warm tears soon soak into the fabric of your nightgown, Clive’s frame wracking with soft sobs.

You can say it wasn’t real, that it wouldn’t happen… But there’s no denying the way Barnabas Tharmr’s eyes had flitted between you and Jill in Kanver - moments after he’d sliced a building in two, moments before Clive had barely escaped with his life, followed by a chase across the sea to rescue Jill from the bowels of his ship.

How Odin had taunted that he’d taken the wrong treasure with the way Clive screamed when the Enterprise was attacked.

You know what you need to say because he would never ask you to, so his subconscious has done it instead - but the words don’t come immediately. You settle for rubbing your palm in wide circles on his back, press kisses to his crown – try to give him any semblance of the comfort he gives you when you’re wrapped up in his arms, feeling the world is too much.

There’s a soft hiccup, a loud sniff as he lifts his head from your chest, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.

He looks beautiful.

You chase his retreat and place a hand on his scarred cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He places his hand over yours, kissing you back in return, though not with his usual vigor - tinged with salt.

You’ll do this for him, no matter how much the idea hurts.

“I’ll stay.” You whisper.

There’s a pause. “What?”

You lean your forehead against his, wet your lips with your tongue even though they’re not dry.

“I won’t go to Ash. I’ll stay.”

He kisses you, fiercely.

“Thank you.”

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

Comments, follows, likes and reblogs make my day!

#ghostdogwrites #clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield x you #ff16 x reader

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0perfectimperfections0 · 9 months ago

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hi! I LOVE your blog, there is rarely any ugly doll accounts I see. Anyway, I was wondering if Lou could have like a little sister, who's also a prototype? (Familial/Platonic) and I'm wondering if you can make headcannons on how Lou would be with siblings or something?

Take your time! (Also im being serious your blog is a gift fr fr)

I've returned!

Also, me and @natalie-the-writer have written short stories with this exact premise! Not sure if they'll ever be posted, but I can definitely share the ideas that we've made!

So, first off, let me introduce you to the siblings. They are mentioned briefly in the story "Reunited" but their names are never mentioned:

William - Prototype 1 - Made February 20th, 2001 - Expired July 12th, 2004

Grace - Prototype 2 - Made September 2nd, 2004 - Expired December 28th, 2008

Then we get Lou - Prototype 3 - Made March 31st, 2009 - Still Active

Also mentioned in the story "Reunited" are their tragic deaths. William's microchip was still a test and prototype in and of itself, so it wasn't stable and Everett was still testing how much information could be loaded onto the chip. Along with that, William was the first test run to see how quickly and how much new information could be processed and stored in his microchip for continual learning. It ended up overheating and exploding whilst inside him, killing him in the process.

Grace was the first, but not the last, female prototype to be created. The production of microchips - for the purpose that Greyson was using them for - became more advanced and the research team had a better idea of what they were doing. She was basically at the level of which we see Lou in the movie. However, her emotions were very out of tune, perhaps too sensitive. Being imprisoned in an institute doesn't help things either. After about six years, her emotional state declined drastically and she threw herself into the recycling as an escape.

Natalie and I have played around with the idea of them being recreated and brought back to life for a purpose. I'm also playing around with the same idea but in a long-term project I've been working on. I currently have the concept art for some of it sitting on my desk.

As far as how Lou would be with siblings, he takes more of the youngest sibling dynamic around them. Considering that, despite he's stayed alive the longest (oof), he's also still technically the last one made. William babies him often and it drives Lou insane. Grace also babies Lou, but in a more motherly-nurturing way that reflects how in tune with her emotions she is.

William and Lou definitely ram heads when it comes to being in charge of the Institute. Short-lived fights and wrestled ensue (spoiler, Lou doesn't usually win).

Grace is the peacekeeper between them and extremely loving to the UglyDolls.

Being the first prototype, William is more by-the-book than Lou and is more unnerved by the presence of the Uglies rather than angered or disgusted.

Despite the rivalry and arguing, William and Lou genuinely love each other as brothers. If anyone dares to bully or taunt Lou in any way, they will have William to answer to.

If you've seen that picture of the mother lion behind her cub, ready to kill anything that tries to touch it, the mother is William and Lou is the cub.

Grace is the therapist within the group.

Luckybat is her therapist in return for everything she has to carry, emotionally.

I'm sure there's more headcannons, but it's been a while since I've written or dwelled on their actual dynamic rather than their place within the storyline, so I haven't worked with their personalities a lot. Once I've written more down in my drafts, I'll have a longer list of headcannons for them.

#uglydolls #lou #writing #fanfiction #ask #answer #siblings

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bejeweledblondie · 1 year ago

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Hello! God, I recently found your blog and I love it!!! I'm also a big Taylor fan and I've had this idea in mind! You are free to do it [or not do it] and modify it!

Based on *All too Well*

I was thinking of one of these guys

Jonh Price / Köing/ Ghost/ Philip Graves

"You kept me like a secret and I kept it like an oath"

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week' Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me"

And maybe we got lost in translationMaybe I asked for too much"

I love the song and I can't stop thinking about them!!!

-🌙

Hello! So happy you’re enjoying the blog! No joke I had this sitting in my drafts debating on whether or not to post it! I lost my voice last Friday SCREAMING “All Too Well” in the theater. Even if you’re not a swiftie it’s just a lyrical masterpiece

All to Well 🧣

Captain John Price x F! Reader

Summary: Based on the ten minute version of All Too Well, John has to face what he had done to his beloved red scarf & all

Warnings: cheating, John being a dick, the usual

“And maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much, maybe this thing was a master piece before you tore it all up”

Heels in hand Y/N sat on the steps of the hotel where the military ball she was attending with John was being held. She was sobbing her eyes out into her hands. While trying to figure out where he wandered off to, she stumbled across him & his secretary having sex in a bathroom stall. He had told her not to worry about her, but her intuition told her otherwise. These past few months had been excruciatingly difficult. He spent his time home out late, leave her to sit by the front door waiting for him to return. Shallow excuses coming from him over the phone had made her cry herself to sleep one too many times. The sickening smell of his secretary’s perfume lingered on him when he’d come home, & yet he gaslighted her into believing otherwise.

She stood up as she saw the Uber she had called for pull up in front of the hotel. John was adjusting his dress uniform bow tie while running towards the doors to intercept her. Other officers looked at him confused as he sped past them. His secretary Camille wasn’t too far behind him calling his name. Y/N turned her head back when she heard him calling her name. With haste she closed the door to the Uber & ordered the driver to speed away. John was left standing on the sidewalk watching her go. He let out an annoyed sigh & turned around to see his team at the doors. Laswell looking so disappointed in him, & what he had done.

It had been months since Y/N moved out. Contrary to the rumors, Camille didn’t move in with the Captain. She was swiftly fired from her position, & was forced out of the contracting community. Laswell made sure of that. No, John was forced to live with the ghosts of his past lover. Just last week he found the red scarf that she adored hidden in a couch cushion. He inhaled the scent of the red wool trying to remember what her perfume smelled like.

Kyle was deeply concerned for his superiors mental health ever since he ended his relationship so they decided to go to the local pub. After a quick shower & shave he got dressed. He grabbed his jacket off of the rack. The red wool scarf hung beside it taunting him of his mistake. He grabbed it & put it on before leaving. Simon greeted him at the door & they all got a round then headed back to a table in the back corner. He was starting to feel himself go back to happy self before he ended things with Y/N. That was until she walked in with a couple of friends.

They locked eyes, & there was shift in the air. It felt tense. Simon picked it up on the body language shift in his Captain. He followed John’s gaze & sighed as soon as his spotted her. She looked equally as emotionally distressed.

“Talk to her,” Simon said. “You look absolutely fucking miserable Price, & you two have a lot to fix.” Price looked at Simon knowing he was right, this was his mistake he needed to fix. He reluctantly stood up & wiped his hands on his jeans. Her friend Este, stopped mid sentence to glare at the bearded man. She turned around knowing it was coming sooner rather then later.

“Let’s get this over with.” She sighed following him out to the street. You both sat on a bench only a few shops down from the pub. John had planned thousands of things to say to you but now he was speechless.

“What do you want John?” She asked looking at him. “Did we get lost in translation, did I ask for too much?” She spat. Embarrassment & shame turned his cheeks crimson red.

“I wanted to talk.” He simply stated. “I was a fucking selfish prick.”

“I’ll say.” You scoffed. “I swear all you men have the fucking audacity I swear.”

“I don’t disagree.” He replied in agreement. “Listen, I’m in a new hell Y/N.”

“You don’t think I am?” She cried out. “What we had was a masterpiece John before you tore it all up.”

“And I was a fucking idiot.” John said.

“You told me if we had been closer in age, maybe we would’ve been fine.” She stated. “God I still do love you dearly, John. But how can I make sure you won’t break me like a promise?” He took the red wool that lingered of her vanilla fragrance & placed it around her neck.

“Because instead of mailing your things to you, I kept a whole drawer of memories you left behind hoping you’d return to me. You’re the only real thing I’ve ever known.” He replied honestly. She was taken a back he kept even the littlest things she left, from hair pins to the red scarf. Anything to still have a piece of her. He placed a hand on her now flushed cheek. The bitter cold London air started to nip at their exposed skin. Little flecks of white glistened as it started to fall from the sky. The first snow of the winter season. He grabbed her waist & pulled her in for a deep kiss. After they both pulled away they sat in the moment to remember it all too well.

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addisonnie · 1 year ago

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Hmmmm i feel like feeding you a little bit so open wide my wittle princesses here’s part 1 of a (depressing) draft I never finished lol.

Nothing in the world is worse than someone who doesn’t have to try at anything in order to be good at it. Especially in academic settings; What do you mean you didn’t study and you got an ‘A’? Eat shit, honestly.

On the topic of complaining, there is also nothing worse than taking a class you believe has nothing to do with anything regarding your major. Yet here you are, in ‘Dinosaurs: What Walked Before Us?’ instead of English 2400. Sure, dinosaurs are cool, whatever.

Ellie Williams seems to really, really enjoy dinosaurs. So much to the point that she doesn’t have to take notes or pay attention to lectures for any reason other than pure interest. Yep, she’s one of those. The auburn haired girl sits directly next to you in the lecture hall, she’s constantly talking to herself under her breath and doodling random dinosaurs and shapes in the blank expanse of her notebook. Not one note has been taken in that stupid spiral-bound notebook all semester and the thought of Ellie actually studying for this class is a mental image you just can’t picture.

She really pisses you off. Her stupid lanky fingers tapping on the desk. Her stupid toned arm reaching skyward to answer the professor's question. Why does she know so much about velociraptors?

“Psst. Hey.” She turns in her chair to look at the side of your face.

You ignore her and continue jotting down your notes. She’s not that easy to shake off, though,

“Hey—hey! Do you have a pen? Or pencil, I’m not particular.” She whisper-shouts in your direction and taps her skinny finger on your notebook. You attempt to continue ignoring Ellie and write down everything the professor says, she’s facing you and breathing really close to your ear and tapping your notebook and— Jesus Christ.

The tip of your pencil snapped off from writing too aggressively, the led resting on top of the paper serves as a taunting reminder that Ellie is still looking at you.

“Ooh. Rough. Hopefully you have two extras.” She smirks at you.

You scoff and turn to dig through your bag, turning to face Ellie when you fish out two pens, one pink and one blue.

“Thanks!” She roughly twists to face forward again, listening intently to the professor once again.

The professor. Shit. Fuck. What did he just say? The largest dinosaur was the what? You’re so fucked. Thank you, Ellie.

———

“You will be working in small groups—pairs of two to be exact. The person seated to the right of you will be your partner for this assignment. And remember, this is a massive assignment, worth forty percent of your grade. Alright, folks, that’s all for today. I’ll see you all next class.” Stupid smug professor. He knew exactly what he was doing! You took a quick look at the girl to the right of you and sighed when you realized Ellie Williams was, in fact, your partner for this massive project.

“Hey, partner.” Your eyes practically roll into the back of your skull when she slaps a hand onto the back of your chair, “you and me, huh?”

Instead of dignifying her with a response, you grab her arm from the back of your chair and aggressively push up the sleeve of her sweatshirt. A tattoo covers the majority of her forearm and the skin beneath it is raised slightly, swirls of scarred skin blur beneath the leafy pattern of ink. Uncapping your pen, you write your phone number on the back of her hand.

“Well, alrighty then. Assaulting a classmate. Nice. ” Her eyes scan the digits written on her hand and when she looks back up, you’re already halfway out the door with your backpack thrown carelessly over your shoulder.

Your phone vibrates in your back pocket while you walk down the front steps of the academic building. Once, twice.

Hey.

It’s Ellie.

————

The library is quiet aside from the incessant rapping and tapping of Ellie’s fingers on the desk between the two of you. Multiple books are strewn across the table, notebooks filled with highlighted annotations rest in the remaining space. You massage your temples and squint, attempting to block out the sound of her fingertips smacking the wood over and over and over again.

“Can you fucking not do that? For literally five seconds.” Ellie looks up from her book quickly and sheepishly smiles, “sorry.”

“Whatever.”

She rolls her eyes, “listen, I know you’re mad about being paired with me, but you don’t have to be such a grouch about it.”

What? You’re not even being a grouch. She’s just annoying as shit.

“I’m not a grouch—“ she cuts you off, “—yeah, you kinda are. Oscar the Grouch.”

Scoffing, you respond, “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.”

“You just did.” She smirks and you groan loud enough to be shushed by several of the people sitting nearby, “just do your part of the assignment.”

She doesn’t, of course. She spends the next thirty minutes spinning round and round in her desk chair, occasionally stopping to ensure the dizziness dissipates.

“You know,” here we go again. Ellie fully stops spinning, placing both of her hands down onto the table and stares straight at you.

“Instead of reading these boring books, what if we went to the museum instead—“

You cut her off, “no. No way.”

“Oh come on!” She drags out the last syllable, “it would be way more enjoyable than this! Plus, we could get some killer pictures for that hunk of shit slideshow you’ve been working on.”

“Hey—! My slideshow is not a hunk of shit!” Ellie scoffs and rolls her eyes, “it’s pretty fuckin’ bad.”

Okay, so maybe your slideshow sucks a little bit. It’s boring and overly colorful with too much information on each slide—yeah, the more you look at it, the more it does look like a hunk of shit.

“Fine. Let’s go to the museum.”

———

The ride to the dinosaur exhibit is arguably the worst part of this project—a whole hour stuck in the car with Ellie, who can’t drive for shit, by the way. An old jeep wrangler parks messily on the street in front of your house and several shrill honks ring out from the old hunk of junk.

Here.

You slip on the shoes closest to the front door and quickly grab your tote bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you slam the door behind you. Ellie doesn’t notice you approach her car, much too enthralled in the music blasting from her busted speakers. You tug on the handle only to find that the door is locked. After knocking your knuckles on the window, the girl jumps and whips her head to face the window.

“It’s locked.” You mouth over the music, she shrugs.

“Guess you’ll have to walk.” A smirk spreads across her face, “I’m getting ready to key your car, Williams.”

She frowns quickly and unlocks the door, “good morning, grumpy! How are you this fine morning?”

You roll your eyes and slouch into the seat, “don’t start this now, please.”

Ellie huffs and turns the music up louder. Her arm reaches across the back of your seat as she turns her head around to reverse without hitting your already-damaged mailbox. Her buff, toned arm. Her tanned, tattooed arm. You can’t help but wonder how it would feel wrapped around you—no. You’re not doing this. Not with Ellie Williams of all people.

The ride is surprisingly quiet before Ellie slams the breaks, her arm slinging out rapidly to shove your body back into your seat. The force of her hit had you doubling over in your seat, wheezing out several coughs.

“Shit—shit. I’m sorry! You…kind of deserve it though.” She chuckles while you swat at her arm, shoving her away.

“You infuriate me. You know that? Like, seriously infuriate me.” Ellie fully removes her arm and drops her hand into her lap, frowning.

“I don’t know why. I think I'm pretty tolerable as far as everything goes.” She sounds genuinely sad, and you kind of feel bad for a moment,

“You just—I don’t know.”

Ellie is quiet for the rest of the ride.

#ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou

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katy-133 · 6 months ago

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TF2 Blender Guide: Setting Up Medic's Medigun

This is an incomplete guide that's been sitting in my drafts for a while now because I got stuck on a step, but hopefully this can be built upon with the missing bits. Feel free to add to this or make another guide taking what you want from this guide. -Katy133 [Updated]

This guide shows you how to set up Medic's Medigun secondary weapon, from spawning the weapon to posing it.

Guide

Spawn Medic (example: a SFM Rigify rig). Hide the visibility of the parts of the model you don't wish to include in the render (example: Medic's gloveless model). In TF2 Trifecta, select the Wardrobe tab, checkmark Search For Weapons and spawn the following for whichever Secondary Medic weapon you want:

Default Medi Gun: Medigun (weapon bit), c_medigun_hose (hose), w_medigun_hose (an alternate to the c_ version but it looks like I can't spawn both into the same scene)

Kritzkrieg: Kritzkrieg.001 (weapon bit), Kritzkrieg (cylinder nozzle bit), Kritzkrieg.002 (charge activated version of the cylinder nozzle bit, but note that it has odd texturing where the UV islands are not placed in the correct position with its texture, c_medigun.png and instead is aligned with the texture w_medigun01.png which is when the cylinder is not charge activated. Rescaling and repositioning the UV islands takes some eyeballing; if anyone had the exact reposition and scaling valves for this please let me know to add them here)

Vaccinator: c_medigun_defense_hose (hose with Vaccinator additions), The Vaccinator Pack (backpack), The Vaccinator (weapon bit)

Quickfix: Quickfix Charger Pack (backpack), Quickfix (weapon bit and hose)

BLU team versions: In the Materials Properties tab, switch the materials to the 'blue' variant of the material. Do this for each model. Alternatively, checkmark BLU Team in TF2 Trifecta when you spawn Medic and the weapons.

Australium versions: In the Materials Properties tab, switch the materials to the gold variant of the material. Do this for each model.

If you are using the Vaccinator or Quickfix: Hide the visibility of Medic's default backpack.

For Festive additions:

Default Medigun: Festive Medigun 2011 (Smissmas lights), Festive Upgradeable TF_WEAPON_MEDIGUN (Smissmas lights alternative)

Kritzkrieg: Festive Kritzkrieg (Smissmas lights)

Quickfix: Festive Quickfix (Smissmas lights)

Bonemerge the different wardrobe armatures to Medic's armature using the Bonemerge tool in the TF2 Trifecta addon.

Reposition the bones joint_lever (which will also need rotation changes) and joint_hose01 so that they align with the weapon bit.

Attaching the hose to the backpack: This was where I got stuck with this guide. I've been stuck on finding the best strategy for posing the hose to the backpack in the most convenient way for people. What I've been doing thus far is eyeballing the position, using an FK taunt pose of Medic as a reference. For posing the hose, I recommend working your way from the bones closest to the weapon bit and then working your way out, as the hose bones use a parent hierarchy from 01 to 05, with 05 being the last child. Try to evenly space out the hose bones to allow yourself better control over the hose as you animate.

If you are using an FK rig and import Medic's layer_taunt_02.dmx animation (of the Medic folder of the taunt decompile), the first frame of the imported animation gives you posing for the hose.

Other Community Workshop/tutorial recommendations:

Medibeam

Kritz effect

Ubercharge Shader

Quickfix Ubercharge circle (located beneath the mercs' feet) effect: There is currently no particle recreation for Blender at the time of posting this, but I recommend using this tutorial and then adjusting it to be a circle, making the ring thicker, and changing the colour: Yep. We're Thinking With PORTALS (Blender Tutorial)

[Update: There is also a Medigun + hose rig now, which resolves the missing step talked about, above.]

#my blender guides #tf2 #blender #team fortess 2 #my text

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muiitoloko · 10 months ago

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Trust

Summary: You need to learn to trust Lionel because distrust is destroying you both.

Pairing: Lionel Shahbandar × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, anger, Insecurity, jealousy, accusation, arguing and mention of cheating.

Author's Note: This story has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and I debated whether or not to share it. Truth be told, I'm not entirely satisfied with it, but I've decided to post it anyway. I'm eager to hear your feedback, so please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. My aim was to depict a realistic relationship with genuine challenges in this narrative.

First, Second and Third part here.

As Lionel sits down on the bed, his baritone voice carries a tone of frustration and exhaustion. "For the thousandth time, I wasn't flirting with anyone at the party," he insists, his words tinged with exasperation. "I was simply being polite, as any host would be."

You stand your ground, your voice rising in defiance. "Polite? It didn't look like mere politeness to me," you retort, your words laced with accusation. "You were leaning in too close, laughing too freely. I saw the way she looked at you, Lionel."

His hooked nose seems to accentuate his furrowed brow as he responds, "You're reading too much into it. You know how I am in social situations—I talk to everyone." But his attempt to placate you only seems to stoke the flames of your distrust.

"Why should I believe you?" you fire back, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "You had a reputation before we were married, Lionel. You were a womanizer."

Lionel's expression darkens, a shadow crossing his features. "That's in the past," he insists, his voice tinged with frustration. "I've changed, for you."

But your insecurities refuse to be assuaged. "Have you, though?" you challenge, your voice heavy with doubt. "Or are you just hiding it better?"

Lionel's patience wears thin, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you like this?" he demands, his voice rising to match yours. "Why do you distrust me so much? I've given you no reason to!"

He abruptly rises from the bed, his movements brisk and determined. Ignoring your bewildered expression, he strides to the wardrobe with purpose, his hands swiftly grabbing a backpack from within. You watch, a mix of confusion and disbelief coloring your features, as he begins to hastily stuff clothes into the bag.

"What the hell are you doing, Lionel?" you demand, your voice wavering with a mix of anger and concern as you step closer, trying to comprehend his sudden actions.

Lionel's shoulders tense, his jaw clenching as he refuses to meet your gaze. "I'm leaving," he states firmly, his voice laced with frustration.

"You're leaving?" you seethe, your voice shaking with anger. "Fine! Leave! I don't need you here anyway!"

Lionel continues packing his clothes, his movements brisk and determined. "I can't take this anymore," he mutters, his voice strained. "I won't stay in a marriage filled with constant fighting and no intimacy."

Your blood boils at his words, and you hurl your wedding ring at him, the metal clinking against the wardrobe. "Take it! Take your damn ring!" you scream, tears of frustration and hurt welling in your eyes.

But Lionel pays no attention to the ring, his focus solely on packing his belongings. "I'm done," he declares, zipping up his backpack with finality.

As he turns to leave, you lash out in a fit of anger, your words dripping with venom. "Go! Find someone else to satisfy your desires!" you spit, your voice laced with disdain. "I'll find the first idiot willing to fulfill my needs too!"

Lionel freezes in his tracks, his eyes flashing with jealousy and hurt. "What did you just say?" he growls, his tone sharp with accusation.

You smirk, the nightgown clinging to your curves as you sit on the bed. "Oh, is someone feeling jealous now?" you taunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, too little, too late, Lionel."

He clenches his jaw, his gaze burning with intensity. "How dare you even suggest such a thing?" he seethes, his fists balling at his sides.

You meet his gaze head-on, a defiant glint in your eyes. "Maybe if you showed me a fraction of the attention you give to your precious art collection, we wouldn't be in this mess," you retort, your voice cutting like a knife.

Lionel's nostrils flare angrily as he interrupts you mid-sentence. "Wants to know? I don't care what you do or don't do anymore," he retorts, his voice dripping with frustration and resignation. "I'm tired of this endless cycle of distrust and..." Before he can finish his sentence, you lean back slightly, spreading your legs to reveal your core, devoid of panties. It's a deliberate move, a calculated play to regain control of the situation.

"You Know, that's what you would've gotten tonight if you hadn't been so naughty, flirting with other women," you purr, your voice laced with a mixture of seduction and reprimand.

Lionel's gaze settles on your exposed flesh, his eyes widening in desire and disbelief. The backpack falls to the floor with a thud, forgotten in his distraction, his movements almost mechanical as he falls to his knees, crawling towards her like a man possessed, his baritone voice reduced to a desperate whisper.

"Please... let me taste you," he begs, his voice thick with longing. "I need to feel you, to make things right."

But you're not so easily swayed. As he inches closer, you extend a foot, pressing it firmly against his shoulder to hold him back. Lionel's desperation intensifies, his eyes pleading with you as he begs for release.

"I swear, I haven't flirted with anyone," he murmurs, his baritone voice carrying a sincerity that resonates within you. "You're the only one I want, the only one I've ever wanted."

Your resolve wavers at the sincerity in his gaze, but you push back, still hurt and distrustful. "Prove it then," you demand, your voice tinged with a mix of longing and defiance. "Apologize for your behavior at the party. Recognize your mistake, Lionel."

But instead of acquiescing, Lionel's frustration flares anew, his pride refusing to bend to what he perceives as an unjust accusation. "I won't apologize for something I didn't do," he asserts, his voice laced with indignation.

In a sudden burst of determination, he grabs your ankle, the touch sending a shiver down your spine as he pulls you closer. Before you can react, he secures your other leg, keeping you open and vulnerable to his advances.

You try to protest, to resist his advances, but Lionel's grip is firm, his lips trailing kisses down your thighs, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume your senses. Your moans escape your lips involuntarily, each touch of his lips against your skin driving you to the brink of madness.

"Stop... we can't," you manage to gasp between ragged breaths, your attempts to close your legs proving futile against Lionel's determined hold. But even as you protest, your hands find their way into his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

As Lionel's lips trail a path of fiery kisses up your inner thighs, his baritone voice resonates with a husky tone of desire, sending shivers down your spine. "You taste even sweeter than I remembered," he murmurs, his words laced with raw hunger.

Your breath catches in your throat as Lionel's hooked nose brushes against your sensitive flesh, his warm breath sending a rush of anticipation coursing through your veins. With each passing moment, the tension between you builds, igniting a primal need that threatens to consume you both.

With a hunger that matches yours, Lionel's lips capture your lower lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deeper to taste every inch of your essence. His fingers weave into his hair, pulling him closer as you surrender to the intoxicating ecstasy of his touch.

As he explores every curve and contour of your body, Lionel's hands roam freely, igniting flames of desire wherever they touch. His touch is both tender and demanding, a potent combination that leaves you gasping for breath and begging for more.

As you recline further on the bed, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that Lionel's skilled tongue evokes, a pang of jealousy and insecurity grips your heart. Despite the ecstasy coursing through your veins, the image of your husband, Lionel, bestowing the same intimate attention on other women floods your mind, igniting a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

A moan escapes your lips, but it's tainted with a hint of bitterness as you imagine Lionel's hooked nose brushing against another woman's delicate skin, his baritone voice murmuring words of desire that aren't meant for you alone. The thought sends a surge of possessiveness coursing through you, driving you to cling to him tighter, as if to assert your dominance over any potential rivals.

But even as Lionel's skilled ministrations push you to the brink of ecstasy, the insecurity gnaws at the corners of your mind, whispering doubts that refuse to be silenced. You wonder how many women have experienced this same intoxicating pleasure at his hands, how many have moaned his name in ecstasy, oblivious to the existence of a jealous wife waiting at home.

Summoning every ounce of strength within you, you push against Lionel's shoulders, trying to put some distance between you. "Stop, Lionel," you gasp, your voice trembling with a mix of desire and fear. "I can't do this anymore."

Lionel freezes, confusion flickering in his eyes as he looks at you, his chin stained with your essence. With a gentle touch, he wipes the remnants of your passion from his skin, his gaze searching yours for answers.

"What's wrong, my love?" he questions, his voice tinged with concern. "Am I not pleasing you?"

You avert your gaze, feeling a wave of sadness wash over you as you struggle to articulate the turmoil raging within. "It's not that, Lionel," you murmur, your voice heavy with regret. "I just... I can't keep living like this."

Lionel's brows furrow in confusion, his concern deepening as he reaches out to caress your cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. "Tell me, my dear," he implores, his voice soft with compassion. "What's troubling you?"

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you meet Lionel's gaze, the weight of your insecurities bearing down on you like a crushing weight. "I can't shake the feeling that you're out there, flirting with other women," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm afraid of losing you."

Lionel's expression softens, his heart aching at the pain reflected in your eyes. "My love, you must believe me," he pleads, his voice tinged with frustration and desperation. "I would never betray you. You're the only one I desire, the only one I've ever desired."

But before Lionel can offer further reassurance, you interrupt him, your words laced with resignation. "Maybe we should just get a divorce," you suggest, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "It's clear that I can't trust you, Lionel."

The mere suggestion sends a shockwave of disbelief coursing through Lionel, his features contorted with anger and defiance. "No!" he protests vehemently, his voice thundering through the room. "I won't accept it."

Your own anger flares in response, fueled by Lionel's refusal to acknowledge your pain. "And why not?" you demand, your voice rising to match his. "Weren't you about to leave just a few minutes ago?"

Lionel's jaw clenches, his frustration evident as he struggles to contain his emotions. "I was bluffing," he admits begrudgingly, his tone laced with resignation. "But it's obvious, isn't it? I would never leave you. I love you too much for that."

But despite his declaration of love, doubt still lingers in your heart, threatening to tear you apart. "I just want to trust you, Lionel," you whisper, your voice breaking as tears stream down your cheeks. "I want to believe that you're not like my ex-boyfriend."

Lionel growls, his baritone voice laced with disdain as he cuts you off mid-sentence. "Don't you dare even mention that damn idiot ex-boyfriend of yours," he asserts, his hooked nose accentuating his scowl. "I am nothing like him, and I won't stand for being compared to such a fool."

His words carry a weight of frustration and indignation, his pride wounded by the mere suggestion of resemblance to someone so beneath him in stature. With a determined stride, Lionel approaches you, his gaze piercing as he seeks to dispel any lingering doubts.

"I am not like him," he repeats, his voice firm and unwavering. "I am Lord Lionel Shahbandar, a man of wealth, sophistication, and impeccable taste. I would never stoop to the level of a petty, insecure fool like your ex-boyfriend."

His words ring with conviction, his confidence unwavering as he stands before you, a beacon of strength and reassurance in the midst of uncertainty. With a gentle touch, he lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, his eyes ablaze with intensity.

"You are mine, and I am yours," he declares, his voice softening with sincerity. "Please trust me."

"Lionel," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the tumult of emotions raging within you. "I want to trust you, I really do."

His gaze softens, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes as he listens intently to your words. "Then tell me, my love," he implores, his voice tender and reassuring. "What can I do to earn your trust? I'll do anything, I swear."

You take a moment to collect your thoughts, the weight of your doubts and insecurities pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. "I need... I need you to be patient with me," you murmur, your voice trembling with vulnerability. "I need you to understand that this mistrust is tearing me apart."

Lionel's expression softens further, his heart aching at the pain reflected in your eyes. "I understand, my dear," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise to be patient, to show you again and again that you're the only one I desire."

Tears blur your vision as you reach out, clasping his hands tightly in yours. "I'm sorry, Lionel," you whisper, your voice choked with emotion. "I'll try... I'll try to trust you again."

A tender smile graces Lionel's lips as he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your hands. "That's all I ask," he murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude and relief. "I love you, more than anything in this world."

As Lionel's lips brush against your skin, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, a glimmer of hope flickering in the darkness of your doubts. With each passing moment, the weight of your insecurities begins to lift, replaced by the warmth of Lionel's unwavering love and devotion.

But as you bask in the glow of reconciliation, a sudden realization strikes you like a bolt of lightning. Your gaze falls to your hand, where the absence of a ring serves as a stark reminder of the rift that nearly tore you apart.

Lionel's eyes follow yours, his expression turning somber as he notices the discarded wedding ring lying forgotten on the floor. Without a word, he stoops down, retrieving the ring with careful reverence, his movements deliberate and purposeful.

You watch in silence as Lionel kneels before you, his gaze unwavering as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your finger. With steady hands, he slides the wedding ring back onto your finger, where it belongs, a symbol of the love and commitment that binds you together.

As the metal glints in the soft light of the room, you feel a surge of emotion welling within you, overwhelming in its intensity. Tears stream down your cheeks as you gaze into Lionel's eyes, the depth of his love reflected in their depths.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for doubting you, for letting my insecurities drive us apart."

Lionel's eyes soften, his fingers tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand. "There's no need to apologize, my dear," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "We all have our moments of weakness. What matters is that we're together, that we're stronger than ever."

With a gentle touch, he lifts your chin, his lips capturing yours in a lingering kiss filled with promise and devotion. In that moment, you know that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, you'll face them together, bound by a love that's as enduring as it is unbreakable.

#lionel shabandar #gambit 2012 #lionel shabandar x reader #alan rickman x reader #alan rickman

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exes.

synopsis. hq boys bringing up their exes during an argument.

genre. headcanons; angst to fluff.

characters. sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsurō, oikawa tōru.

warnings. swearing, crying, etc.

author’s note. i contemplated publishing this, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a month :/

navigation. main menu, hq menu.

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

sakusa was a very private person. so, dating him came with the fact that he had boundaries. and his career wasn’t easy on you either, because he preferred to keep your relationship private.

you weren’t the type of person to argue with that. in fact, even you preferred it this way. it would be way easier if the two of you were hidden away from the crazy fans and the invasive media. so you went along with it. you’ve known kiyoomi since college; you’ve adjusted to his mannerisms, his quirks, his ups and downs—everything, really. he couldn’t be more grateful to you.

but everything came crippling down when you thought that it had been too long since the two of you started going out. that maybe, just maybe, you and kiyoomi could still lead a private life if he just announced to his fans that he has a significant other—just mentioning it, or posting a story on his instagram or any other social media. the first time you had brought it up, he’d dismissed it lightly. you’d tried again and again, but he just wouldn’t budge.

just like today. but something was off about today as well. you hadn’t exactly had a good day at work, and neither had he. but you approached the argument either way, even though you probably shouldn’t have.

“we’re happy, aren’t we?” he asks in a taunting way, “why do we need to tell the whole world we’re together if we’re content.”

“omi,” you take in a sharp breath, “we have been together for eight months. eight. that’s more than half a year.”

“yeah, so?” he raises an eyebrow, shrugging. you hate the way he’s so dismissive whenever the two of you come to a disagreement. while you’re usually level-headed, you tended to have a complete change in personality when you were arguing with someone. just like today.

“do you- oh my god, kiyoomi!” you huff, “i’ve been nothing but patient for the past seven months, but this is a limit that you’re crossing. i thought that after so much time you would be comfortable but no-”

“this is getting annoying,” he sighs, “why are you acting out like this? everything was fine until last month.”

“because,” you grit your teeth, “i don’t wanna be some secret fling anymore. if you can’t take responsibility then i don’t want to be a part of whatever this is.”

“you do realize you’re behaving just like nami, right? that nagging pain in my ass who kept telling me to make our relationship official even though we dated for only two months.

“w-what?”

“what else do you think?” he taunts. you can tell he’s lost his cool but the things he’s saying pricks at your heart. it hurts. it hurts so much that you don’t know how tears start flowing down from your eyes. sakusa isn’t looking at you, he’s pouring himself a glass of water in the open kitchen while you look at his back in disbelief from the living room. you wipe at your cheeks and when your boyfriend finally turns around is when he realizes how badly he’s screwed up.

“[y/n]-”

“save it, you jerk,” you spat, “go find another pain in the ass to sleep next to tonight, i’m going over to atsumu’s.”

sakusa’s eyes widen in fear, he keeps the half-empty glass on the counter haphazardly, following after you like a lost puppy until you slam the door on his face. he flinches, breathing unevenly and irrational thoughts racing in his brain.

“i’m sorry,” he says, leaning his forehead against the white door, “that was a jerk move.”

he hears shuffling on the inside—it felt like you were sliding your back down on the door. he heard a few sniffs, and guilt ate away at him. he didn’t mean to hurt you at all, but the words came out on their own. maybe it had been the swarm of fans outside the gym today because of hinata’s birthday that ticked him off. or the fact that one of his tires punctured on the way back home from work. he doesn’t know why all of this happened, but he wants to go back to how the two of you would be in the bathroom applying lotions and creams to your faces before going to bed. you would make jokes saying that kiyoomi looks like a ghost and he would say that you don’t look too different either. sometimes he’d poke your waist before leaving the bathroom just to see how you’d react. sometimes he’d kiss the top of your head and immediately make a yucky expression because some of the lotion got onto his lips and made his whole mouth taste like bitter, soapy flowers.

he doesn’t get a reply from you. but he still stands there, waiting for you to open the door or give him an earful.

and after around fifteen minutes, you do come back out. but with a bag filled with some essentials, and a mask covering your face. sakusa’s eyes perk up, “where are you going?”

“move,” you seethe, “i’m going to atsumu’s for the night.”

“i can’t let you do that,” he says, shaking his head and trying to cup your cheeks. you take a step back from him, and his heart breaks. he tries to look into your eyes but you’re looking everywhere but at his own.

“well excuse me if i don’t wanna be a pain in someone’s ass,” you mock, “now, move.”

“i didn’t mean it,” he cries. his eyes are red, and he looks miserable. you roll your eyes, even though you want to believe him, “omi, i’ve known you for five years. you say shit you mean when you’re angry.”

“i wasn’t angry,” he reasons, “i’ve had a bad day, and i know that doesn’t excuse anything but you’re not like her. i’m so sorry. you didn’t deserve it. i don’t deserve you.”

“look, kiyoomi,” you sigh, “figure it out, okay? i don’t wanna be treated like crap. i’m leaving for now, but i’ll come back later.”

“[y/n]-”

“no, omi,” you say, walking away from him, “i said, figure it out. i’ll be back tomorrow night. until then, sort your thoughts out. okay?”

you turn, walking towards the door and opening it. you glanced back one last time to say goodbye when you catch a glimpse of his face.

“please don’t leave me,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. your eyes soften, “i’m not leaving you, dummy. i’m just goin’ over to atsumu’s to cool off for the night. i’ll be back tomorrow. till then, just. reflect, or something.”

“o-oh. um, okay. uh, can i ask you a question before you leave?”

you nod, humming as you grip your bag tightly. his voice is quiet, “are we gonna be okay?”

“i don’t know, omi. i don’t know. but we can try.”

— KUROO TETSURŌ.

kuroo was always sophisticated. you appreciated that about him. in fact, it's what drew you to him more. he was so ambitious in college; he could go on about volleyball for hours. it would be like that on your dates at first. you, him, a muffled movie, blankets and random talks about your futures together.

but when your futures are what drift you apart, can you really blame each other? you weren't college kids anymore—the pipedreams you shared weren't real, life caught on and jobs became hectic. schedules didn't fit with one another anymore. you grew up, and so did he.

and that might've taken a turn for the worse. the complete opposite of what you had imagined it would be.

"tetsurō," you say, losing your patience by the second, "i'm only asking for you to make time. you work overtime way more than you need to and it's honestly affecting our relationship-"

"does your job not affect our relationship?" he asks cockily, raising an eyebrow. you scoff, "you know i gave up that promotion so we could spend more time together. why can't you put in some effort too? it's not like i'm asking for much!"

"i'm only working overtime for us, [y/n]. where the hell do you think all the money goes? it's savings. for us. i work for us. what, am i just not supposed to do that anymore?"

"i didn't say that," you pause, "make time for me, tetsurō. that's all i'm asking from you."

he grumbles, running a hand through his gelled hair. and then, he says something under his breath that you thought would've never come out of his mouth.

"nari wasn't like this at all. tch."

you blink, tilting your head to make sure you heard him correctly. he's taking his coat off and hanging it in the rack. he doesn't see the way your eyes fill to the brim with tears as you whisper, "what?"

he pauses abruptly, turning around, "love, i didn't mean-"

"your ex didn't give up her promotion for you because she was fucking her boss behind your back," you grit your teeth, "if you want me to do that too, all you had to do was just say so."

kuroo stops in his tracks. mouth opening and closing like a goldish’s. he looks shocked at the sudden change in your attitude, but he knows it was deserved. you run up the stairs, locking yourself in your shared bedroom as your fiancé paces around the apartment in worry.

he fucked up. and that too, terribly. it took him a long while to move on from his first love—and who was the one who helped him throughout the process of him returning home drunk off his ass or needed soothing? you. you, his best friend, his roommate (at least, that's all you were back then), and someone who was irrevocably in love with him but never uttered a word.

it took him a long time to convince you that he was over his ex, and that he'd realized he was in love with you all along. college kids might've been all you were, but you were intelligent enough to know that he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. his corny chemistry jokes, your clumsy habits, him being better at sports and you being better at video games, him knowing how exactly to make your coffee in the mornings, you knowing just what he needed whenever he was sick. you two just clicked. there was nothing complicated about it, really.

he was the one who proposed to you. and now, it seemed like he was the one who was breaking your relationship into pieces. kuroo cursed, taking his shoes off and racing up the stairs. just then, you stepped out with a bag.

"i'm going over to kenma's," you mutter, "leave me alone for now."

he shakes his head, "no."

you raise an eyebrow at him. your somewhat calm composure scares him, but he continues, "i can't let you leave. i need to fix this."

"you can't just ‘fix this’, tetsurō," you say, trying to walk down the stairs. but he grabs your arm, "i'm sorry. none of that should've been said."

"but you said it anyway, didn't you?" you retort, "what, you want a fortune cookie for apologizing?"

"[y/n]-"

"go back to your so-called nari if you miss her," you snarl, "i'm done."

"no," he cries, "we aren't done. stop."

you continue walking towards the front door, and he grabs your bag. you tsk, trying to take his hand off. but his grip is too strong.

"stop walking away and listen, will you?" he says. his voice is barely a whisper. your eyes cloud with anger, "i've been trying to talk to you for the past hour. but all you've done is demean my feelings for the entire time, and you even had the audacity to compare me to your ex. do you know how hard it was for me to date you in the beginning?"

"i-i do," he sighs, "please, just listen to me. i'm sorry. reminding you of my ex was uncalled for. i won't do that ever again. it was an honest mistake, i swear."

"tetsurō," your voice cracks, "do you even know just how much you hurt me tonight?"

and he sees it. you break down. you stop acting like everything is okay, and your eyes finally let out tears in front of him. you had probably already cried in the bedroom as you packed your overnight bag, but here you were, sobbing as you tightly held onto his dress shirt, hands forming fists. his eyes soften, and he cradles your cheek with his hand, "i know saying 'sorry' isn't gonna be enough. but i really am sorry. i love you, and i can't lose you because i was an idiot and said shit i didn't mean."

he looks up, a few tears of his own falling from his eyes, "i'm sorry. please, just-"

you place your head on his chest, your forehead making contact with his clothed skin. he looks down, abruptly stopping as his hands reach the back of your head, caressing your hair. your cries are quieter than before, tuning down to mere sniffs, "you hurt me, tetsurō."

"i know," he says, nodding, "i shouldn't have said any of that."

"do you," you pause, as if to wonder if you should really say it out loud. to save yourself of the pain, maybe. but you keep going, "do you still think about her?"

kuroo cups your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes, "i'm gonna be honest with you. i found some old high school photos on my laptop today. it's the only reason i even thought of her."

you whimper against him. god, how he hates seeing you like this. he kisses the top of your head before reassuring you, "you don't have to worry about me thinking about anyone who's not you. i can assure you that literally everyone around me knows how much i love you."

you almost roll your eyes. he lets out a sad chuckle before continuing, "no, really. kenma gets annoyed by how much i talk about you sometimes. so do some of my co-workers. i was gonna ask you to come to the expo with me, and they were all going to complain about me to you."

a giggle escapes your lips as some tears fall. kuroo presses a kiss to your nose before whispering, "you don't know how much i love you. the words simply aren't enough. and i hate myself for making you think any less."

"tetsu," you let out a sound before wrapping your arms around him. he laughs, wiping a stray drop away from the corner of his eyes. kuroo lets out a strangled sigh, "you don't know how much it means to me that you're calling me that again."

"tetsu," you say again. he looks down to see you peering up at him, "i love you. please don't say anything dumb like that ever again."

"if i do, i give you full permission to throw concentrated hydrochloric acid into my eyes."

— OIKAWA TŌRU.

you were embarrassed by your fiancé today. again.

oikawa tōru was your high-school sweetheart. he was your first love, your everything. his smile made your heart skip a beat, his touch made you forget about the rest of the world, hs gaze made you think all your problems were tiny compared to your love.

until he had to leave, that is. that was probably one of the most strenuous parts of your relationship—life, maybe. he loved you too much to make you feel the pain of his absence, and you loved him too much to let him go without you. so what did you do? you applied to universities in argentina for your courses.

and you got in. the day you broke the news to him through a surprise party with your friends by your side, you saw him be the happiest boy on earth. his eyes went from the dullest brown to being as bright as the sun. his smile returned, and you embarked on a journey. together.

years flew by. you grew older, more mature and responsible. you had some ups and downs—one really bad argument happened back in college where the two of you took some time off and thought about everything you wanted from life. but then he showed up outside your friend's apartment(where you were staying then). it was raining heavily that night, his hair was slopping wet and sticking to his face. he was with someone during your time off, and he realized that everything that he wanted in life was you.

because it was you, who understood him. you, who supported his dreams. you, who he was so irrevocably in love with that he compared everyone else to you. the three-month break meant nothing. the words he had said during the argument meant nothing. he was yours; he was always going to be yours. ever since he met you at the park as a child trying to chase his toy car, he was yours. remember that time when the two of you had your first kiss while star gazing on the roof of your home? yeah, he still blushes while thinking about it.

you were bitter at first—that he'd gone to someone else after the two of you had taken a break. but with time, you understood that too. he couldn't ask for more.

but today irked you. the past two months irked you. you were grown-ups now. you had responsibilities. just as how oikawa was your responsibility, you were his. so why is it that, in the past two months, oikawa tōru stood you up on every single date the two of you had meticulously planned to fit into both of your schedules? all six of them.

"tōru," your voice is stern, "what part of 'you stood me up' don't you understand? even after i spent a week trying to plan tonight out? i get that your career is important but you spending extra hours at the gym practicing isn't work. it's you being stubborn."

"if i'm stubborn then you're a hypocrite," he retorts, "you pin the blame on me all the time. do you not remember how you kept postponing because of your dumb endless meetings? when i was the one that was free? when it wasn't volleyball season?"

"those dumb meetings are why i earn so much more than last year," you're firm as you pour yourself a glass of wine, "you're being childish, tōru. do you know how embarrassing it was for me? at the same restaurant where you've been abandoning me for the past few months? it's been six times where i've had dinner alone."

"oh, so i'm being childish?" he asks, in a mocking tone. his voice gradually getting louder, "i was at work, [y/n]. i had to work. because i have a game next week. what part of that is so complicated for you to understand?"

"what part of 'we planned this beforehand because you have a game next week and won't be free then' is not understandable for you?" you retort, sipping from your glass as you walk toward the living room. the hardwood floors feel nice against your feet, and just as you're about to sit down on the couch, you hear something you never thought you would.

"tch. yuri wasn't like this at all when i was with her."

the glass of wine in your hand almost falls, but you get a hold of your grip in time. the mature argument you thought you were having isn't 'mature' anymore. oh no, it's much more. you place the glass on the coffee table before looking at him with fury.

"excuse me?" your voice is much ruder than before, "the girl you pity fucked? the girl you were with for the three months when we weren't together? the girl you fucked, pretending that it was me? really, tōru?"

he flinches at your sudden change in tone. his lips are pressed in a straight line as he finally looks at you. your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and betrayal, your eyes covered with rage—but oikawa knows that there are tears behind the clouded anger, ready to spill at any given moment. you were an open book to him, but right now, you were building walls between the two of you that he wasn't sure he could break.

"i-i didn't mean that-"

"oh yeah?" you taunt, stepping a little closer, "what would you do if i went back to the one-night-stand i had when we took a break, huh? what then? do you want me to tell you he was better than you?"

he winces at the words. gosh, he doesn't remember the last time you lost your cool in this way. the last time you two had an argument as serious as this, was in college. both of you were childish back then. but now? you were the one who was trying to stay calm and talk it out, whilst he acted like a total buffoon.

"you know what?" you voice cracks, "screw this. screw you. i'm going over to a friend's. fuck whoever you want."

your footsteps are like pins pricking into his heart when you walk up the stairs of your home. the slam of your shared bedroom door makes him flinch, and his eyes close. when they open, he sees your degree hung up on the living room shelf where his trophies and medals sit.

fuck.

he remembers how he'd warned you that argentina would be nothing like japan. back when the two of you were just kids. back when you left your country and came here, just because he would be alongside you.

he still remembers the day you’d shown him your acceptance letter. you moved halfway across the world for him. you didn’t even bother applying to japanese schools because of him. you learned a whole another language for him. and what did he do in return? he told you that the two-and-a-half month fling he had was better than you.

he curses himself as he runs up the staircase. when he opens the door to your bedroom, he finally sees you. sitting at the edge of your side of the bed, clutching a bag as small sobs escape your lips. your ring sits prettily on the nightstand, staring back at him in horror. the ring that was always on you, that you never took off, was sitting somewhere that wasn’t your finger.

he walks up to you slowly. taking in a sharp breath, he kneels down in front of you. he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against your skin. you choke back a sob as you ask, “what do you want now?”

“i’m sorry,” he voice is soft, “whatever i said down there was uncalled for. i was acting like a child. you shouldn’t have had to go through that. i’m pretty sure that one-night-stand you had would treat you better than how i’m doing at the moment.”

you chuckle before mumbling, “all i wanted was to spend time with you. we even planned it together because i didn’t wanna bother you with the upcoming season.”

god, how he wishes iwa-chan was here right now so he could get a beating. this is probably the first time he wanted to get beaten up by his best friend willingly.

“i know. i’m sorry. i love you, and i think i just,” he pauses, as if thinking of what to say. or confirming in his mind that it’s the right thing to tell you, “i think i said what i said because you weren’t agreeing with me. i got so used to you doing things for me that i took you for granted. and you didn’t deserve any of that. you deserve someone way better than me. hell, you studied your ass off in high-school so you could come to a whole new country just because of me. you did so much for me. i guess... i guess that got to my head a little. you love me so, so much and i’m so grateful. but [y/n], i proposed to you because i don’t think i can even breathe properly without you by my side. so call me selfish, but i still want you to stay. please don’t leave me because i was an arrogant idiot who said things he didn’t really mean.”

“i’m not going to leave you, tōru,” you murmur, “i’m not going anywhere just because we had a stupid argument. we’re both adults.”

“do you um,” he’s scared of completing his sentence because you might say yes, “still need to go over to your friend’s house? i can drop you if you’d like. i don’t want you driving while you’re feeling so low.”

“no, no,” you wipe away your stray tears with your other hand, still holding onto oikawa. you pause, pondering if you really want to say the words you’re thinking, “tōru?”

he hums.

“please don’t say anything like that ever again,” you look at your lap instead of his honey-brown eyes, “i don’t know what i’d do if you did.”

he understands what you mean. he gets it. he knows that you will leave if he repeats his mistake. because as complacent as you were, you still had a lot of respect for yourself.

“i promise.”

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bitchlessdino · 3 years ago

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i love you the mostie (m)

Pairing: gn!reader x lee chan

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 2.5k

tags: established relationship, childhood friends, frienemies, witty banter, shaved ice, chair stuff, name calling, cussing, i love yous, brief spanking, unprotected sex, creampies, whiny chan, good old fashion sex

author note: how is it that a brain rot will last for days but for me to write, it takes weeks. chan rot will keep me awake for years.

You had known Chan for as long as you were sucking on juice boxes. You pulled on each other’s hair, chased each other in the backyard, and fought over toys. You both knew the exact kind of things that would annoy each and made it a point to repetitively bring it up. This did not change when you grew up alongside each other, including through periods and surprise boners. You were the worst of best friends, you were worsties.

However, some things did start to alter as you grew feelings for one another. Chan, being cocky as he was, was reassured that you reciprocate his feelings seeing as dressed more provocatively when he came around. You were practically taunting him with your body and it’s a natural development, swaying its mind-boggling shape. Not to mention that you were not so subtle in your hint dropping that you basically threw out your thoughts in a karaoke battle at one point. He then took the matter into his own hands and confessed, admitting his feelings, to which you replied,

“Let me get back to you with that.”

The words leave your lips all while that sadistic curve of your lips formed across your face. He knew how you loved teasing, and you were thriving on the fact that he admitted to his feelings first. You did eventually update your relationship from worsties to exclusively romantic arch nemesis(es), but then not much changed. The main difference was you spent more time together, maybe held hands sometimes, and had the occasionally locked-on stare. The kind of stares that make you sweat on the back of your knees, or make you blink rapidly from their intensity.

But besides those things, nothing has changed. Nothing, you thought as you straddle in Chan’s lap as he typed his draft for his anthropology thesis. You shift in your seat, picking at strands of his messy hair until it is parted to your liking as the boy sighs in frustration. He had been working on it for days now, but none of the wording was to his liking, and it didn’t help that you were practically sitting on top of his boner right now.

“Hey dork, can you take a look at my paper? Let me know if any of this sounds right.” He nudges you, handing in his laptop.

You take it away from him, hands on either of his shoulders, glancing at the screen behind Chan’s head briefly before stating, “It’s trash.”

“Thanks, Shakespeare,” sarcasm coating his tongue, “What can I do to make it better?”

You place the laptop closed on the desk behind you, quickly turning to engulf his broad back, “Dude, I don’t know. I’m not good at writing.”

You hook your chin to his neck, arms tightening around his body, inhaling the woodsy sage cologne you bought him for his birthday. How it mixed with his natural skin felt comforting, huggable, loveable. He embraced you just the same, stroking the back of your head. You could feel him smile, pressing you close to him as he slouched in his swivel chair.

“I should’ve known better to come to you for internet and advice.”

“I know you came for food too, don’t you lie to me and yourself that the Chinese take-out wasn’t on your agenda, loser.”

He scoffs, “You bought that for me and you know it, even if you ate more than half of the fried rice.”

“Shut up,” you tighten your grip, almost choking him.

“I’m still hungry,” he whispers.

“Well, sorry for being a pig, asshole,” you respond quite brutishly.

“Not for that.”

His hand follows the line of your back, tracing against your cool skin, a shiver running down your back. Your breath hitches as he palmed over the surface, taking in his fingertips memorizing every mole or scar delicately as a feather. Your lips press in a firm line anxiously, wondering where this is all going. His breath heats up your neck, lips grazing your skin.

Salvia drops quickly down your throat. “W-What then?”

Chan chuckles, drawing his lips to your ear. You didn’t think you could get closer than you already were, your heart beating like a marching band in your chest, hoping he doesn’t hear from the proximity. “Shaved…ice…I want shaved ice.”

You huff, pulling away from him. “W-we can get that, stupid.”

“What are you nervous for, dweeb?” He laughs enough for his eyes to form crescents.

“As if, you narcissist.” Your body pulls away from his touch only to have him restrained in place, interlocking with your fingers.

His eyes flicker to your pink cheeks, pacing his breathing to steady a healthy rhythm the best he could and avert to your perfect supple lips quivering as you speak. “We can get shaved ice later.”

His hand curves up towards your cheek, the heat of your skin sensitive to his palms, tenderly observing your features. His thumb swipes across the skin under your eyes, brushing against your bottom lashes. Your mouth hangs slightly agape watching his eyelids weigh down to stare back at you. There goes the back of your knees sweating again.

He guides your head forward to meet his, the curve of your lips fitting his mold quintessentially. You breathe out a breath of relief, as if you were holding it back this entire time, and flutter your eyes shut. You balance your hands on either of his shoulders, tilting your head to the side for a proximal advantage point. Your torso closes up to his toned frame, losing your mind over the pillowy texture of his lips. You shift in his lap, erupting a twitch to the development in his pants, and Chan softly gasps.

“L/n, you—”

“Stay still,” You grasp his cotton fabric with much desperation. “I’m gonna ruin you…Lee Chan.”

Names were intimate between you two. Usually, nicknames, tauntings, and straight up insults were how you acknowledge each other. It had been like that for as long as you knew one another. You only called him by his name when you got serious or needy and vice versa. Then again, it felt natural to say the name of the person that brings the euphoric sense of climax. It was the perfect way it rolls off the tongue and was the only word comprehensively pronounceable at the time.

“How are you gonna do that?” He taunts with a crooked grin.

“Watch me.”

Chan drinks in your gaze, impossible to resist your advances, and only reacts as you unbutton his blouse. One plastic piece at a time, you pulled it off of him, adoring the skin underneath. He flushes under your touch, his hands tingling in anticipation. You kiss his chin and then up to his jaw. His soft tenor voice aching as you bit into his soft flesh, relieving it by licking the bruises.

Chan’s nails dig into your sides and your frame flinches. “Hey—” “Mmh, so…good…”

You bury your face in his neck, blushing from his commentary like it was strawberry picking season, and continue pricking his skin, not forgetting to leave him something to remember you by. His hands held firmly on your hips, grooving your body against his erection. You felt his length brush against your arousal. The stained thin fabric stuck to your sopping skin, craving a sweet sense of fullness.

You throw your head back, landing your forehead against his. Your perspiration merges together and all you think about is how every time you both get intimate, you both get quiet like how you are now. It was different from the snarky remarks that you throw at one another. All those conversations go straight out in the window when Chan gets his hands on you. Your hands find his bulge, creating a dome to play with its size.

“Your cock was just made for me, was it? Perfect to play with,” you rub along its shape, Chan’s whimpers sending you close to the edge, “Perfect to hold…Perfect fit to cum around.”

“Y/n, please.” He begs.

He grips around your torso, taking shallow breaths, his nails creating white crescents along your skin. His cock twitches in your hands, causing a sly smile on your face. “I want to play with you, Chan.”

“I-I want that too.”

You begin to unravel his trousers, pulling his length out from under his briefs. Chan stands stiff in your gaze, watching you rub your thumb along the slit of the head. It secretes a thin layer on the pad of your thumb, raging a bright red. You lick the corner of your lips, the heat of his cock mouth watering at the sensation.

You lean back into the desk, pushing aside your undergarments beneath your shorts, exposing your arousal leaking out of you. Chan gulps, leveraging your body with one hand, prodding your hole with the other. “Shit...”

You allow the full length you slip in your entrance, easing down and feeling him squeeze into your walls. You involuntarily moan, relaxing against Chan. You brush against his lips and he ensues a heated kiss. His hands underneath the fabric of your shorts, he digs into your flesh and holds your ass in his hands, following the pace of your motion. You bite into his lips, quickly licking away any soreness you left behind.

“You feel so fucking good,” Chan expresses, a hand prying behind you to ensure doesn’t slip out, and jerks himself back into you slightly.

“Mmh, Chan…so hot…fuck me…good…”

“You’re so good with your words,” Chan chuckles, lifting your body up and propping you for an advantageous position.

Your ass bounces staccato rhythm in his lap, his hands bring you up and down, your skin slapping against his harmoniously. Chan was finally the one in control. You clasp your hand to his cheek, holding your gaze with his effortlessly. His glass eyes just wearily stare up at you, weak to your every quality, but otherwise, he moves with determination. His body is hot to the touch, but comforting all at once, you feel yourself get close and more audibly incomprehensive.

“Hold on.” Chan manages to pick up and place your back against the chair.

Slouched in on the swivel, he takes your legs in the air and meets them with either of his shoulders. He pops his cock back in its designated place and flicks his hips. Your mouth opened ajar, Chan firmly grips your thighs and fucks you deep, throwing his head back. You’re disheveled this time beneath him, but not any less sexy than before.

“You’re so pretty,” he exclaims breathlessly, “you’re so perfect for me.”

He smooths his hand over the side of your thigh and slaps it underside, earning a yelp from your end and a fat red patch of skin. You grip his chair arms and whine his name relentlessly, getting louder as he pushes up against you. He narrows his eyes in your vulnerable expressions, red across you cheeks, and hair flying in all directions; you were all fucked out for him.

“You gonna cum for me? You’ve always been good at that.”

You chokingly nod your head, biting your lips until they bleed, and shutting your eyes as you drown in your own pleasure. A string of obscenities leave your lips and Chan holds on to you for dear life, his hips moving faster than the beat of his own heart. The sloshing of your arousal seeps out of you, dripping down the side of his legs, but even so, he persists.

The way he buries himself into you is overwhelming, yet comforting. He wouldn’t let you go no matter what the reason, even his own climax. His burning white spills onto the nylon seat, filling you to ensure you'd be seeing for weeks, his scent on you as if it were your own. He’ll make you become his as much as you made him become yours.

“…I love you,” he softly mutters.

You smile for the first time this session, his voice relieving your irregular heart beat, “I love you too.”

“Are we gonna order shaved ice now,” he offers half jokingly.

“Sure.”

After a bit of cleaning up, you both return to your lives of bickering and insults. This time it was about what flavor and the sizes of your dessert (Chan thinking a medium was too small for the both of you and you thinking a big was too large). The whole flavor debacle was another issue, but it quickly settles when you both decide to get your own small servings.

Chan seats parallel to you on the sofa with a healthy amount of distance, melting the mango shaved ice on his tongue while paying you no second glance. You are a mirror image of your partner, giggling and lost in your own world of flavors. You both moan simultaneously, erupting in laughter after hearing each other's questionable sounds. When you meet eyes, Chan’s gaze softens, and he huddles closer to you.

“…Can I have a bite?”

You scoff, “What do I get in return?”

“Mmm, a kith?” He purses his lips.

You bop him on the mouth with your spoon. A soft ‘ah’ escapes him. He stares at you with a sincere pained expression. “Are you actually my girlfriend, or a live-in bully?”

“You wished you lived here, come on.” You gesture to come closer as you scoop a spoonful of your strawberry shaved ice, shoving it into his mouth, giving him a brain freeze.

He taps against the side of his head and looks back at you with the same irritation. “You’re actually trying to kill me!”

You throw a fit of laughter watching his pain persist until you tug his collar and plants a warm kiss, melting the ice leftover in his mouth, the sweetness of the fruit bringing you both to pure domestic bliss.

Chan’s eyes jolted awake, reaching for the small of your back and deepening your frivolous gesture. When you part, you realize how good you have it. Chan to smile at you every day even in your most childish and pettiest of antics, to love and hold, to cherish and remember, to be the one by your side always.

“I knew you wanted a kiss.”

“I can kiss you anytime I want, stupid.”

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