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crossingthedreams · 7 months ago

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do better — gregory house x f!reader

a/n: I got a little carried away, per usual, and now I’m late with day 04 of the angstober challenge (still a wyp), but I plan on finishing it and posting later today. but, omg, I can’t believe I'm posting day 05 — do better on time! this is also part of @angstober‘s challenge, which I'm having a blast writing. I do love some angsty vibes. please, feel free to comment or dm me!

summary: a relationship between the boss and his employee has a million ways to go wrong. one, in particular, hurt them the most.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: angst. House is an asshole. mentions of family death. mentions of cancer. struggles with immigration. inappropriate relationship. mentions of smut.

Let medicine be thy food.

That's the quote, or at least you think it is. After a particularly long shift, words in English seemed to scramble together a bit, with it being your second language and all. Usually, you��re a natural, perfect, fluent speaker. There are moments, however, when understanding what your peers are saying or formulating cohesive sentences becomes a herculean task. You didn’t make yourself unintelligible, but it was a little awkward to be with a patient who clearly had no idea how globalized the world was and how many doctors in the United States were not native English speakers, and who looked at you like you had just robbed the white coat from a “proper doctor”.

Sure, dealing with people was shitty sometimes. “Doctors don’t treat people, they treat illnesses”, your boss had once said. But in your mind, people weren’t that bad. The long hours, the sleep deprivation, the lack of a social life — that was the really bad part. And there were, of course, the very short lunch breaks.

Medicine was fun, but it had nothing on a full plate of pasta with those weird looking meatballs. What once was disgusting, now seemed appetizing as hell. Not eating once while working for the whole night could do that to a person. Medicine was not food, at least not literally.

You had taken off your sweater and your white coat a while before going to the cafeteria, where the rest of the team was. As of right now, you and Chase had spent thirty-six hours working. Cameron and Foreman had taken the long straws and gone home last night while you and the prettiest doctor around worked on some lab tests.

That man who, right now, was not really trying to hide how he lustfully eyed you up and down, stopping on your cleavage. You didn’t blame him for looking, though. Firstly, you did spend the night working together and you mentioned that you did not have sex for the last six months, and secondly, you had nice boobs, which was both a blessing and a curse. Also, he was very much exhausted. Thinking about your coworkers in an unfashionable manner to keep awake was better than falling asleep atop of a patient during a lumbar puncture — you had done both, so you could tell, oops.

“I’ll die if I have to do any more thinking”, the pretty doctor said, accent even more prominent, letting his head drop to the headrest of his seat behind him.

“Yes, thinking just doesn’t come naturally to some people”, you laughingly replied, sitting down next to Foreman. He scooched over, making more room for you and your tray. There was enough pasta on your plate to feed two, not to mention the salad, the dessert, the can of Coke and the can of energy drink.

“Damn, kid, do you not have food at home?” You eyed Foreman, a little annoyed at the comment. Why did men think they had the right to comment on women’s food choices and bodies all the damn time? “Don’t give me that look, you know that’s a lot, especially for a girl who skips lunch every other day”.

“Not by choice” you said, taking a lot of pasta into your mouth. “Nof ba chos”, you replied, mouth full, making everyone at the table let out a tired laugh.

It was an uneventful meal. The team was really tired, especially Chase, who almost dropped his head on his plate twice. The four of you rushed upstairs when lunch was over, after being paged by your boss.

The man himself was pacing back and forth in the conference room, brows furrowed and looking extremely aggravated. Nothing new, then, you think, sitting down across from Cameron.

Allison Cameron and you had been friends since med school, and getting to work together was pretty nice. Women in STEM need each other, of that you were sure. The thing is, she was in a weird place romantically, which made you feel weird about getting along with the people about whom she was confused — which hardly makes sense, but it is what it is. She had a crush on your boss for the longest time, and that didn’t work out at all. And then there was Chase, who she had slept with, but had no interest in further pursuing.

Hanging out with Chase knowing he’d seen her naked was a little weird, but the fact they’d slept together wasn’t the problem. He liked her, and that was her problem. Your boss, well, he was everybody’s problem.

Particularly yours, considering… you know. The one-night-that-became-every-night. The HR-nightmare. The doing-the-devil’s-tango. The seeing-each-other-scars. The kissing-and-absolutely-not-telling.

It was fairly easy sneaking around. He was inappropriate, sure, but not big on PDA. He treated you like any other dumbass employee with boobs. If anyone saw the two of you leaving the hospital together? You worked together. If you were seen going towards the same place? You’re neighbors, duh. And if anyone happened to see the two of you having breakfast together in the little café a block around his place? Well, it was a coincidence meeting him there!

If they saw you giving him head while he tried to play the piano, well… There’s no explanation for that.

You looked at him coming and going, and you knew his leg must be killing him. Yesterday when you left his home in the morning to pick up your stuff for the day (which turned out to be the day, the night and the next day), he was popping more pills than usual. Shit.

“New case?”, Cameron asked, looking at the limping man with worry and care in her eyes. You liked her a lot, but she had to stop thinking about your limping man with such care.

Sure, she liked him first. And she probably worried for him just as she would anyone else. And it was ridiculous to be annoyed at your long-time friend for caring for her boss. Still, there was a sting of jealousy that made you want to bitch-slap her.

He finally stopped and looked at all of you. When his eyes finally met you, he looked right at your low cut top and let out a “Yowza!”. When you blushed and stood up to pick your white coat, he called your last name, and said, nonchalantly: “Nice boobs”.

You raised a hand to pinch at the bridge of your nose as you sat down. It might seem like sexual harassment — and at first, it was a little bit —, but now it was just him being as inappropriate as always. Hiding from his feelings, keeping his distance with pathetic remarks and cold attitudes. It made you sad when you started working for him, but right now, you pinched your nose to stop you from giggling like a sixteen year old cheerleader being noticed by the boy on the football team. Or rather, the boy on the bench cursing at the stupid players.

Dr. Gregory House had a massive crush on you, and that made all the shit he did go away.

You realized Chase started updating House on the patient you spent all night testing and monitoring. Truth is, that guy didn’t stand a chance for a normal life here on forward. At best, he had a benign hereditary chorea. Worst case scenario, it was Huntington manifesting earlier than it should, as you’d been saying from the beginning.

“Shut up”, House said to Chase, making those blue Australian eyes widen. Poor guy, he looked beyond exhausted. “I understand how DNA testing works. I went to med school too, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was seven hundred years ago”, you let out before you could think twice. You teased House a little for being older. Scratch that, you gave him a lot of crap for being older. You just didn’t do it in front of the team, which was why they all looked at you horrified.

Horrified, but Foreman was holding in a laugh.

The ‘old-man’ hit his cane on the desk, turning the attention back to him. “Ouch”.

You smiled, playing it off like a remark made by an exhausted overworked young woman who disliked her boss. House half-screamed some orders to all of you, even though he already knew you had clinic duty.

The hours left to finish on the clinic were manageable, so you could finish it after you did some of the tests House asked.

Time passed by too quickly, and as your day went by, you remembered you had to talk to Wilson as soon as possible. It wasn’t a life or death matter, but a peace of mind kind of thing. You decided to stop by his office before you It was then that you overheard something you shouldn’t have.

Well, that brought the high school memories right back.

It was the middle of the afternoon, also known as the beginning of your third shift in a row, and you were stopping by Wilson’s office to discuss a private matter. A family member of yours had cancer, and then another one. By the time your fourth relative came down with the diagnosis, you decided to check your genetic predisposition. Although the tests came back clean, meaning you were safe for oncology purposes, you still wanted to know his opinion on how you could be even safer.

You looked cancer in the eyes many times. You didn’t want to look at it in the mirror too.

For some godly reason, you stopped before knocking. That’s when you recognized your boss’s voice, complaining about something, per usual.

“She’s a baby! She had never watched Grease, for crying out loud”, the voice and the footsteps made their sounds in harmony. You leaned in closer to the door, to try and listen better.

“Well, you two barely know each other, now it’s the time to know if there’s a future in this relationship or not. And would you ever marry her?”, Wilson’s voice, and the words made you freeze.

“Not everyone has marriage on the brain 24/7, Wilson”, House replied. Even from behind the door, you could almost hear the engines in his brain turning. “And God, no. I could never marry her. I can do better than a gullible third-world princess”.

You froze.

Of course he’d say that. Of course. Even if he didn’t mean it.

The realization came like an electrical shock flowing through your body. You felt it, and it made the hairs on the nape of your neck rise.

You meant nothing to him.

As an immigrant, the feeling of never belonging is constant. You don’t belong in the place you now live, but you don’t really belong in the place you were born.

You had felt for a fraction of a second that you could find your place here. In House's department. Perhaps, even with House. God, you were stupid. You were a device for him to finish his puzzles, and an object to finish… Well, to finish himself off.

As you left your transe and heard the voices again, you ran as fast as you could back to the clinic, where you had a couple hours left to finish. There was something you needed to arrange with Cuddy, too.

Hours later, you were in the department’s room reading some exams when House walked in.

He eyed you up and down again, eyes lingering on your breasts a little longer than a boss’ eyes normally would. “So”, he took his bootle from his jacket and opened it, popping a couple of pills, “your place or mine?”

“You suck”, you murmured, angrily, but pouting a little. He’d never admit it, but he loved seeing you a little aggravated, crossing your arms in front of your body in a way that made your already eye-catching torso irresistible.

He smiled a little, putting the medicine back in his pocket. “No, sweetheart”, he now fully grinned, “that’s you.”

You rolled your eyes, but let your arms fall and a cold smile creeped into your face.

“Yes, I do, actually”, you rose up from the chair and walked all the way towards him, hitting your hand towards his chest and pressing the paper you were holding against him. “I’m a full on sucker, and ass-kisser, as you like to point out. That’s why your so called mortal enemy offered me a job in New York”.

He took the paper, blue eyes never leaving yours.

“Consider this my two weeks notice”. It was hard to say, but it felt a little good, too. Logically, there were no downsides in this opportunity. Then, why did it hurt so much? “I guess everyone was right. I can do better”.

The double meaning was not lost on House.

Your hand finally left his chest, and he didn’t look back as you left.

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple. It never is, though, is it? Especially with House. And you, an intelligent, kind, talented and ambitious young woman, could definitely do better than attach yourself to a crippled, bitter, odious older man.

You were doing better now. So, why, pray tell, why did this still hurt so much?

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smutallyouwant · 4 months ago

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BINI VERSZE chpt. 1

It's This Time of the Year

Aiah Arceta x M! Reader

Word Count: 1.8 k words

The dialogue that I will be using in this smut will be Tagalog, but the narration would still be in English. I specifically made this smut for Pinoy fans and I think it's better to use Tagalog for its dialogue. Anyways, enjoy!

Christmas eve passed like nothing and new year's eve is fast approaching. It was fun while it lasted but it's this time of the year where you're always having a blast before the year ends.

You're walking in the nearby park from your town in Lapu-lapu Cebu where you're expecting to meet a familiar face.

Not a minute has passed and you can already see the familiar and calming face of a girl, now a woman approaching while you're sat down on a bench.

" Oyy kumusta!? " You shouted in order to get her attention.

" Uyyy!?? Kumusta hahaha, gagi ano ginagawa mo dito? " She asked.

" Wala naman nag papa hangin lang ako, sarap kasi ng hangin ngayun dahil sa pasko "

You said, knowing that you're waiting here expecting to meet her because you heard that she came here in your province last night after spending Christmas in Manila where she now works in a Girl group.

" Kelan ka umuwi? Akala ko dito ka mag papasko hahahaha " you added.

" Oo dito sana ako mag papasko, kaso nasa Manila rin sila mama so we decided na sa New Year nalang kami umuwi dito mag kakasama " she said with that beautiful and innocent smile.

" Ahhh sigee gagi, miss ka na nila mama kaya pumunta ka samin mamaya ha if hindi ka pagod or busy "

" Sigee Y/N pupunta ako, gusto ko rin makita sila tita and I missed youu! Hahahaha " she teased you with laughter.

" Hahahahha I miss you too! " Both of you laughed.

" Sigee ingat ka, pauwi na rin ako " you then pleaded goodbye to her.

" Okay, ingat ka rin, hintayin mo ' ko dun mamaya " she said with a smile before jogging away from you.

Her calming voice and bare face also her hot figure made you so turned on that when you took a bath after going home, you've been fapping while thinking of doing her.

You can't believe how she grew up from what you have known about her, it's only been 1 year that you can only look at her in photos but she's been looking prettier and prettier each time you see her in person.

After taking a bath, you went to your room to play some games on your computer.

After a few hours, you can hear laughter from outside through your headphones. You removed them so you can hear it properly.

" Opo tita hehe na miss ko po kayoo! "

" Andyan po ba si Y/N? "

" Oo nak, maupo ka muna dyan at tatawagin ko "

As you heard your mother say that, you quickly took a peek outside and you saw Aiah sitting on your sofa.

Tangina sana hindi pa siya nag babago

You said inside your head.

" Huy hanap ka ni Aiah " your mom whispered.

" Sige ma papuntahin mo dito, nag lalaro kasi ako eh " you said.

After that, you quickly quit your game and waited for Aiah to come into your room.

*door opened

" Hii hehe " Aiah whispered.

" Ughh, fuck ~mhhh tangina sarap " Aiah moaned while leaning towards your desk.

Not a minute has passed and she's already taking back shots from you in front of your mirror desk, no bottom, only her white top and glasses.

" Akala ko nagbago ka na eh, sino mag aakala na ang mama marry nila ay ganto ka horny? Hahaha "

" eh lagi mo naman akong iniiyot tuwing andito ako ah? Hinintay mo pa talaga ako kanina sa park? " she said while looking at you seductively.

She pulled you for a kiss, her familiar lips and sweet tongue tastes like paradise. Her innocent and beautiful face turning into this horny face she makes as you make love with her— the seductive graze of her nails into your scalp and hair made you pummel her harder as she releases breath and gently moans every thrust.

" ~~mhhh, ~mhhh, ugh, tangina, ~mhh" her breathy moans every pound you make made you so turned on that you're reaching your climax already.

" Ahh! Nnghh ! " She gritted her teeth.

" Tangina mo, sige pa, mhhh malapit na ako "

Her breathy moans turned into more fluent loud cursing, her hand that's pulling your hair was now on the desk, both her hands gripped into the corner of the desk as you give her back shots, she leaned over the mirror more and bent her waist and pull her ass up.

You palmed both her ass cheeks, Aiah's eyes rolled up with her mouth open, you can feel her inside twitching and releasing fluids while she can't control her body and began twitching too, the overwhelming pleasure made her unable to moan but to actively open her mouth while you bang her as she climaxed.

She finally came into her senses that she is able to finally breath after you said that you're cumming too.

" Whoo, haaah! tangina grabe " she said.

" Aiah lalabasan na ako, pwede ba sa loob? "

" Huwag! Putok mo nalang sa bibig ko "

Aiah then removed her glasses and knelt down to swallow your dick. Your shaft effortlessly slides down her throat as you held her hair from both sides while she matches the pace of your movements with her head game giving you the best fellatio of your life.

" tangina ang galing mo na chumupa Aiah, ilan na kayang tite nasipsip mo sa Manila? "

She's looking at you the whole time and it made you cum in her mouth faster.

" Lalabasan na ako " you whispered.

Aiah fastened up the pace before you burrowed your dick into her throat filling it up with your semen.

Her nail dug into your thighs as she held them. Her eyes rolled up as she takes your load, her tongue still works licking your shaft inside. Drools came out of her mouth but no cum to be seen, she swallowed it all and she didn't even choke once. She looked at you with that innocent but somewhat seductive smile as she swept the drool on her face.

" Bakit ang tigas pa nyan? Hahahaha " she asked with a smile.

" Tangina sarap mo kasi tingnan eh "

You said before pulling her on the bed.

You went to your computer to have music on your speaker, you played " Cherry on top " by. BINI.

" Oyy Bloom? Hahahha " Aiah teased.

" Oo pero gusto ko, Aiah on top "

Aiah sat on you and removed her top, she led your face in her tits for you to suckle on it.

" Mhhh, sige dedein mo sila "

You suckled on her boobs as she aligned her pussy into your pulsing cock, she grinded on it. Her head bent over the back while you sucked into her nipples hard making her squeal .

" ~~mhhh, shit, shit, shit , tanginaaaa~~~ "

She cursed as she fastened the pace of her grinding. She pulled you for a deep kiss as she leaned over to do that up-and-down motion with her ass bouncing on your dick, you palmed both her ass cheeks in response.

" I'm the cherry on top, cherry on top " music plays in the background.

" Gusto ko Y/N on top naman " she teased you with a seductive stare.

You wasted no time and quickly fucked her missionary style. Her hands are wrapped up in your neck as you give your all into pummeling your dick into her pussy.

" Gusto mo ba ako putukan sa loob? " She said with an innocent face.

You responded with a nod and a kiss.

" Pwede naman, gusto mo ba itry anal? Hehe " she added.

" Tangina ang libog mo Aiah Arceta " you said with a smirk before turning her over.

She asked you to get her purse where she brought a lube. But you quickly spread her ass cheeks and licked her booty hole.

" Hoy gago! Ughhhh tangina " she moaned.

" Hindi na kailangan nun " you said.

You licked her hole before putting in one finger. Aiah moaned in pain and pleasure.

" Ohhhhh~~ tangina gagi, masakit pero sobrang sarap " she exclaimed.

You felt her ass twitching before you inserted another finger making it two, Aiah responded with moans that you took as a green light to try inserting your thick cock into her ass. Her pussy juice and saliva is enough as a lubricant for you to insert your dick head but she protests with pain as you try to insert more of your shaft.

" Hoy tangina masakit, fuckk! Mag lube ka na " she said.

You then get the lube and apply it to your dick and her ass.

As you try to insert your dick, it went in smoothly with Aiah opening her mouth in please as you fuck her from her ass.

" MRRRHHH MMRRHMM MRRMMM~~ "

she moaned while gritting her teeth as you scrambled her insides through her ass.

" TANGINA ANSARAAPPP " she said while looking at you.

" Ganto pala lasa at pakiramdan ng pwet ni Aiah Arceta "

" Sarap ba mag pa tira sa pwet, Aiah? "

" Oo tangina laki ng tite mo, gago "

" Ikaw palang nakapag pa cum sa'kin bago ka labasan " she added.

" Sige pa, ughh~~ tirahin mo lang pwet ko, pwede mo ako putukan dyan "

" Mamaya ako naman pupunta sainyo, titirahin ko ulit pwet mo ha "

" sigee ~uhhj, tanginamo lalabasan na ako "

" Sabay tayo, fuckkk— I'll cum inside your ass Ms. Aiah Arceta " you moaned in pleasure.

You felt liquid bursting out her pussy as you said those words you then plunged your dick as deep as possible before busting your load inside her.

You leaned on her, your head is on top of your head as both of you reached your climax at the same time.

" Ughh~~ hah , ughhh hahh, ughh~ "

Both of you moaned while catching your breaths before taking her mouth into a passionate kiss.

~~mhhhh ~mhhh *slurps *flopps

Your dick made the flop sound as you removed it from her booty.

" Sarap mo talaga Aiah "

" Hahahaha, siguro pinag jajakulan mo picture ko ano? Andami sa computer mo kita ko " she teased you.

" hahahaha " both of you laughed before fixing the bed and removing all the mess.

Aiah has been your FWB after she was brokenhearted from high school, but as she got busy in her career, the two of you only fucks with each other every holiday when Aiah goes back home to Cebu. You genuinely care about her and would not even try to use your relationship to ruin her career, she deserves it and you're always there to cheer her up and to fuck her brains out.

" Punta ka mamaya samin ha, saamin ka mag bagong taon, pakisabi kay tita nakaalis na ako hehehe " Aiah said with a beautiful smile before leaving your door.

The End.

#bini aiah #aiah arceta #Aiah smut #BINI #BINI Imagines #Tagalog smut

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universefcb · 3 months ago

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loved your makeout w pau fic.. can you do one w marc bernal where his teammates walk in and make a big deal and reader is so blushy while he’s all smiling and smirking

↬❥ Embarrassing clothing.

Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader

sy: You're having a bit of an intimate moment in the locker room, but his teammates arrive just in time.

a/n: I loved writing this, it sounds so juicy. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: Smut, not disgusting smut. Fun ending.

The smell of cut grass and sweat was still in the air when you walked into the team’s locker room. Barcelona had just finished training, and most of the players had already left. But you knew Marc Bernal was still there.

And that's exactly why he found it.

He had his back to you, taking off his sweaty shirt when he saw his reflection. The mirror in front of him revealed the satisfied smile that appeared on his lips.

“What are you doing here, Mi cielo?” the husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“I just… stopped by to see if you needed any help.” His voice was low, but full of ulterior motives.

Marc turned around, his dark eyes scanning you from head to toe. Wasting no time, he advanced towards you, his hands firmly on your waist, pulling your body against his.

“What kind of help?”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was intense, urgent. His hands slid over your body, firm, possessive, as he pressed you against the nearest locker. The taste of him was addictive, a mix of desire and adrenaline.

Marc’s fingers slipped under your shirt, slowly moving up, touching your warm skin. Your body reacted to every touch, to every husky sigh that escaped his lips as the tension between you grew.

He politely broke the kiss for a second, his breathing quickening.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He murmured against her skin, trailing wet kisses down her neck.

Your hands slid down his broad shoulders, lightly scratching his warm skin. You wanted to respond, but all that came out was a low moan as he bit your neck.

His hands moved down to your thighs, lifting your body against the lockers, your bodies pressed together, the heat between you almost unbearable. You felt his breathing quicken, the pressure of his body against yours making you dizzy.

“Marc…” you sighed, your fingers tugging at his hair.

He chuckled against her skin.

“Tell me, Hermosa… what do you want?”

Before you could respond, a noise echoed through the locker room.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”

Pau Cubarsí’s voice cut through the air, and your body froze. Before you even had time to react, another voice joined the conversation.

“Oops, sorry to bother you!” Hector walked in laughing, his eyes wide as he saw the scene.

Marc, however, just rested his forehead against his shoulder and started laughing. Just laughed. As if he wasn't in the middle of a hot moment caught red-handed.

“Fuck, Bernal,” Raphinha said, leaning against the wall with a mischievous smile. “You really don’t waste time, do you?”

Your face caught fire. You tried to pull away, but Marc held you tight, chuckling against your neck before finally letting you go slowly.

“You guys took your time, huh?” he scoffed, adjusting y/n’s wrinkled shirt.

Pau rolled his eyes.

“Hermano, we were going to invite you out to eat, but apparently you already had another type of MEAL in mind.”

The chorus of laughter made your face heat up even more. You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.

“You guys are insufferable,” he muttered, hiding his face in his hands.

“Oh, come on, y/n.” Hector laughed. “At least now we can be sure that Bernal doesn’t just lose concentration on the pitch.”

Marc just chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him.

“You can keep talking nonsense, but I just want to know one thing…” he looked at you with a mischievous smile. “Where were we again?”

The locker room erupted into new laughter and screams as you patted his shoulder, trying to hold back your laughter.

“You’re impossible!” You hid behind your boyfriend’s big body.

Marc just winked at you, while his friends continued to laugh and joke around. But deep down, you knew that that satisfied smile only meant one thing: this was far from over.

The locker room still echoed with the laughter of Marc's friends. You were completely clueless, your face burning with embarrassment, while the boys continued to make jokes and poke fun at Marc.

“Seriously, Bernal, a locker room?” Raphinha scoffed once more, crossing her arms. “At least you could wait until we leave so as not to traumatize anyone.”

“Oh, shut up,” Marc laughed, running his hand through his messy hair. “You guys just don’t know when to not show up.”

Pau arched an eyebrow.

“Dude, it’s a LOCKER ROOM. A TEAM’s. Did you really think no one would come in here?”

Marc just shrugged, an unassuming smile on his face. You, on the other hand, wanted to evaporate.

“Can you guys go now?” he muttered, crossing his arms and trying to regain his dignity.

“We can… but SHOULD we?” Hector Fort is a mischievous right-back.

The boys looked at each other, as if they were plotting something. You already knew that nothing good was coming.

“No, wait.” Pau put his hand on his chin, feigning thought. “I think we have to do something before we leave.”

Marc snorted, he already knew they were up to something.

“You guys are insufferable.” Marc muttered with a laugh.

“Well, now that we know you’re in… good company,” Rapha said, holding back a laugh, “we have to make sure this happens right.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, suspicious.

It was then that, in a synchronized movement, the three began to clap slowly, as if they were applauding Marc.

You were startled when Raphinha threw some sexual protection packages at you, and that made you even more embarrassed.

“You don’t want to be parents now, do you?” You hid your face behind Marc’s back, who bent down and picked up those little packages.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” Pau announced in a dramatic tone, “THE MAN, THE LEGEND, MARC BERNAL, DRESSING ROOM GUY!”

Marc threw his head back and laughed. You, on the other hand, widened your eyes, feeling your face heat up even more.

“My God, you guys are RIDICULOUS!” he exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands.

“Relax, y/n.” Hector winked at you. “We’re just happy for the couple.”

“But now we’re going to let you “finish” what you were doing,” Raphinha said, opening the locker room door and making an exaggerated gesture of farewell.

Before they left, Pau looked at Marc and was mischievous.

“Ah, Bernal, just remember not to get the team's shirts dirty, okay?”

The laughter echoed again before they finally left, leaving you and Marc alone again.

You snorted and looked at him, who just leaned against the locker with an amused smile.

“You have no shame, do you?”

“None,” he shrugged, pulling you by the waist again. “But you like it.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn't stop when he moved his lips to yours.

“So, how was I going to say it before we were interrupted…” he murmured against her mouth.

A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his hands firmly on her hips.

“Marc…” his voice came out as a sigh.

He glows, his eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Relax, Preciosa… now the locker room is all ours.” His hand went inside her shorts, before he smiled into the kiss.

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mbsneur · 9 months ago

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Casual Sex

Misa Rodriguez x Reader

Summary: You met Misa because of Jenni. You have casual sex very often but you don't feel good anymore?

Warnings: Smut,Sub!reader,oral,fingering, names like „Amore“ and „good girl“

WC: 1304

please read this text before going to the story please don't be so strict with me but rather write to me what I can do better or what you wished were different. also tell me if you find the story too long or too short.. Also write to me if you liked it. My requests are always open (and English is not my first language so don't be mad at me) and if you have any ideas for the future about who I should write please tell me… the topics I will choose by myself unless you have a request for one or two people I will Read everything.. in the next survey I will take a few ideas from the old survey and new ones…. now read and I hope you like it <33

Real Madrid lost the El Clásico against rivals Barça as so often again Misa stood in front of your door frustrated and angry and fucked you in every direction

You have been friends with Jenni since childhood and last month she took you to a party where there were several Spanish people and where you also met Misa

even after 6 orgasms she was still lying between your legs your whole body was weak and shaking you saw Misas Strong arms around your thighs to keep them apart. She kissed the inside of your thighs and you saw her sweaty hair sticking to her forehead. With every kiss, your legs twitched and Misa had a smug smile in return

you are still dripping from your previous orgasm misa gets higher and higher with her mouth and licks a large stripe from your hole to your clit your legs close and you twitch you try to push misa away but she squeezes tightly around your thighs holding you in place "Misa I can't take another one, I can't feel my legs anymore"

"psht amore you can, I know you can, don't you want to be my good girl?"

„yeah mi-„

"So you see, you're going to take what I give you mh"

misa's head returns to your core she places soft kisses on your clit making you cry out misa starts sucking and brings one of her fingers to your hole and circles it gently your hips rock into her mouth and you whimper "baby please don't tease" Misa smiles and inserts a finger inside you. You start to get louder and louder and Misa hits all the right spots inside you. She curls her fingers and sucks on your clit. You breathe quickly and your pelvis rises Misa squeezes your stomach with her other hand to keep you in place. You get louder "fuck misa right there" you moan and your eyes roll into your head sweat forms on your chest and you get closer to where misa wants you "Will you cum for me pretty girl?" She asks and now pumps two fingers into your dripping hole. You can hear how wet you are "baby you are going to make me cum I want to cum on your fingers like a good girl please misa" you literally screamed misa now started sucking your clit harder and your legs started shaking you scream and cum all over misa's face your Legs close around her head and she helps you through your orgasm. She only removes her fingers when she is sure you have survived it

Misa moves away from you and comes up to you. She gently kisses your shoulder and whispers in your ear "I knew you could, my good girl" then she gets up, takes her things and starts to get dressed. You don't feel good about the fact that Misa always just comes to you to fuck you and then leaves again as if nothing had ever happened. You felt like that like an object for her you watch her, with every step her stomach tenses she renews her bun and looks for her sports bra in the room "do you want to go already Misa?" you ask her, she has found her sports bra and while she is putting on her clothes she looks at you briefly. You are lying there with your head leaning on your arm, watching the sweaty Misa. "Yes, I'm going, I'm tired. I'll call you when I see you again or I need it or i just come here" she says without batting an eyelash and sternly as if she's paying you to sleep with her somehow it's not what you want from Misa "I thought we'd take a shower together or eat together, I can make you tapas You always like them so much when I make them," you say quietly and you're embarrassed to ask "I don't have time for that, no, I'll take a shower at home." She puts on her shoes and is kind of rushed. She takes the rest of her things with her With a "see you" she slams the door and leaves you naked and tired from sex

You pull yourself together and take a hot bath. You don't really know what to think about it or what you feel or whether you want to talk to Misa about it. You don't want it to be over either because Misa actually has so much love and care in her You have often noticed when you were sick and she came here and brought you things to help you get better or she invited you to her games or went to one with you. You never talked about love, it was always just friendship and sex. casual sex.

Misa has become different. She doesn't take you anywhere anymore or is caring towards you. She only comes here to have sex with you and then leaves again. u want to feel Misa differently. u want to feel her love?

The next day

You were at work like every day. Misa wrote to you early in the morning asking if she could come over later. She misses your taste, You knew she had training. You had ignored her message through the day to do your work. You arrived home around 4pm You bought groceries and were about to put them away. You took a quick shower and sat on the couch without saying a word to Misa or answering her all day. Around 10pm a loud knock on your door broke you out of your drowsy mood

You rub your eyes and actually wanted to ignore it until there was another knock, with a loud sigh You got up and ran to the door and opened it. Who else should be standing there but Misa. She greeted you with a smile and without you being able to ask her go come in or you could close the door, her lips were against your neck "mis-" “Amore why don’t you answer me all day” she whispers between kisses against your skin "misa stop" You push her away and she looks at you confusingly, raising her arms to the height of her chest "Que pasa y/n" You sigh and close your arms in front of you. You swallow "Misa I feel like an object for you where is the Misa who goes out with me invites me to matches or holds me in her arms I feel like a woman you pay" Misa's gaze softens and she can hear the frustration in your voice "I thought I didn't want that- I thought we were just people who had casual sex. I never wanted to hurt you. Did you fall in love with me?" she says stuttering You look at her and say nothing. You don't want to answer because you don't know the answer

oh wow i hope you like it, tell me your opinion

thank you <3

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maryleclerc · 2 years ago

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𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader

summary: in which prince charles and princess y/n of monte carlo announce their pregnancy of their first royal baby

vote for the royal baby name here ❤️

warning: english is not my native language and i did use google translation also i did not know much about the royal rule so please don’t take it serious, i’ll be grateful if you leave comment to let me know about my writing if i needed to fix anything

read previous part: 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 > 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

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charles_leclerc We are really happy to announce that we are expecting our first child. Y/n and i decided to not appear in any public event until the birth of our child for safety of my wife and baby. And we also receive lots and lots of congrat and with all the best wishes for both of us and baby

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y/n_leclerc ❤️❤️

sofiagraace Love you both

heismydreamman She will join the Christmas Night ceremony with the royal and we’ll see her bump show

princessy/nmyheart Am i the only one here thinks she’s going to name her child Anne?

jessicalauree So freaking adorable!!!!

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y/n_leclerc Throwback to our wedding day and honeymoon ❤️ @charles_leclerc

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The Prince and Princess of Monte Carlo first public appearence since the announcement of Princess Y/n pregnancy. Princess Y/n appeared in public today with a long, flowing black velvet dress to hide her pregnant belly, it seems that Prince Charles has become a protective husband to his pregnant wife when he repeatedly refused to stand for too long at today's ceremony. Towards the end of the session, we had a chance to ask a few questions with Prince Charles and Princess Y/n.

"Prince Charles, how do you feel about today's ceremony?" “Well I feel very happy and excited at the ceremony today, it is a very important ceremony for my mother Queen Pascale” Prince Charles said, and I ask Princess Y/n “And Princess Y/n, how do you feel?” She answered “Since I'm pregnant right now, it's natural to feel tired but this is only a side effect and the main part is that we can enjoy this happy time together with the Royal Family”, “I have Just a few short questions, can the Prince and Princess answer a few questions for me?" “Of course” They both replied at the same time. “First question, surely you also know that the announcement of the pregnancy has shaken all the people with joy, right? So a few people emailed us asking us to ask you about the baby's gender was? Is this information that is allowed to be revealed?” Prince Charles nodded his head and answered my question “I know this is information that everyone is curious about, although we are the Prince and Princess of Monte Carlo, we must always adhere to the principles given by the royal family", Princess Y/n replied, "But of course we'll let everyone know as soon as we have the baby." She laughed, then I continued to ask the last question "Then Prince Charles and Princess Y/n have come up with any name for the royal baby yet?”, Princess Y/n replied, “Charles and I haven't come up with any name yet but we plan to name the baby with our traditional royal name", "Because she likes traditional names, I like more modern names, but I love her and the baby so the name will be decided by her" Charles said then both of them laughed.

What do think the Prince and Princess will name their baby? Leave us a comment about what you are thinking!

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diwkjd_ I guess they will name it Charlotte or Carlotta, easily Charlotte is a tradition name and its also Charlotte is female version of the name Charles… isn’t it cute

unclejamees I don’t know what they’ll name him/her but i just love the fact Princess Y/n chose to name their baby with royal tradition name

penelopejanes It’s definitly gonna be named Charlotte

⤷ jaada How are you so sure?

⤷ penelopejanes Idk, just so easy to guess, i mean Charlotte also royal tradition name tho

beaniw I got the opportunity today to talk with Prince Charles and Princess Y/n and they’re super nice and Charles is super protective of his wife lately

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i love komaeda tidbits!!! his valley girl dialect adds so much ahhh... do you recall any particularly funny/notable instances of him speaking like that, or times where other characters comment on it?

I wouldn't go as far as to say it is a valley girl-type accent. 1, because that is just the closest approximate to English (obviously the exact same thing doesn't exist in Japanese) and 2, Komaeda does not use sa and ne nearly enough for it to be those levels...well, in my opinion. I'm sure other people could weigh in on what they think.

Either way he's still stumbling over his words a lot, and I do think that's very charming.

I guess you could make the argument that he does have a valley girl accent by proxy of the fact most other characters don't over-use filler particles as much...like I said in the post, people do it all the time in real life, but in media, characters rarely ever stutter or use filler words (unless it's, like, a super tense situation). So the casual usage, even if it is small, stands out. I guess in that way, you can argue Komaeda has a "noticeable" accent in that regard...but that's very much a topic up for debate.

I'm getting side-tricked, lol.

Anyways, while not related to ne or sa, there is another thing I love that's overlooked, and that's how he uses ってば (tte ba)!

Again, this is a very cute detail. It does not happen often, but I can recall 2 instances where he uses it.

Firstly, let me explain. tte ba in the case I'm talking about is a sentence ender used to express frustration, annoyance, urgency, etc. It can kind of sound like whining, but it's the verbal equivalent of stomping your foot.

What's fun is that this word is predominantly used by women. Men use it too of course, but overwhelmingly it just seems to be a word that girls use.

But Komaeda uses it too!

First instance is in the prologue, where he says it to Hanamura.

ちょっと！花村クンってば！

The English translation is perfectly fine. But to go more in depth, as you recall, earlier in the prologue Komaeda told Hanamura to stop pestering Sonia with sexual advances. Here, Hanamura does it again. So, naturally, Komaeda responds...

Come on, Hanamura-kun! I told you to quit it already!

The tte ba added at the end makes Komaeda sound like he's scolding Hanamura and is very exasperated.

Also, while the sentence literally is just "Hey, Hanamura-kun!" with an irritated edge, using prior context and knowing what tte ba means (kind of serving to be like "I already told you this!" sort of thing) we can make the sentence sound better in English.

Next is in chapter 2.

おーい、日向クンってばー！

This one is extra funny, because おーい (usually just おい, oi) is neutral-leaning-male, while as we've said, tte ba is neutral-leaning-female. That's what I love about Komaeda's dialogue: he mixes together "traditionally" male speech patterns and female speech patterns. While, again, not uncommon in real life, anime is so much different. Scripts and word choice are used to tell you about a character's personality. As such, you usually get characters who speak hyper-masculine or hyper-feminine or deliberately ambiguous. I'd say a character who speaks a clean mix of feminine and masculine is very rare. Although, to be more precise, Komaeda speaks masculine and neutral-leaning-feminine...if that makes sense (I will explain later).

Anyways, again, the English translation is good. Komaeda does sound pretty whiny in this scene.

Heeeey! C'mon, Hinata-kuuun!

Now, for the opposite. Something that gets overlooked is an interesting scene in 2.5.

The subtitles has Komaeda as saying "I've heard enough!" but I disagree with this. Komaeda says 黙れよ！in the dub. This is a very masculine turn of phrase because of the imperative nature of it - something Komaeda, to my knowledge, never uses. Very masculine characters do use it often - like Hinata or Oowada or Kuzuryuu - but not Komaeda.

2.5 is complex enough, but this adds a whole new layer to it...Komaeda has never spoke so roughly before. I think it shows just how emotional he truly was in this scene.

I'd translate this line as:

Just shut the fuck up!

And finally...while not canon per se, it is voiced by Megumi Ogata and is very in-character for Komaeda, so I count it. This cute little voice line she recorded for the Danganronpa x Crash Fever on Halloween. It let's me segue into something.

トリック・オア・トリート！お菓子をくれなきゃイタズラしちゃうぞ...なんてね。

Earlier I said Komaeda speaks masculine + neutral-leaning-feminine, and this probably sounds like gibberish to a lot of people because...what does that even mean?

(Keep in mind I'm speaking for the perspective of anime, where these grammar rules carry exaggerated connotations compared to real life! I am also speaking from the perspective of Tokyo dialect aka standard Japanese.)

Komaeda typically uses these particles: sa, ne, yo.

All of these particles are gender-neutral, but ne can be more feminine depending on the context. For example, Saonji uses ne constantly, and so does Mioda. But characters like Hinata and Souda still use ne because again it's context dependent.

There are feminine particles, such as wa, which Komaeda does not use. It is used by characters like Sonia and Celestia and even Kirigiri, which is surprising considering her stoic image (it's very cute).

Then, there's masculine particles, like zo, ze and na. Characters who use zo are Kuzuryuu, Souda, Hinata, and Owari to name a few. Despite Owari being female, she talks very masculine, which adds to her rough image. Ze is also used by all of those characters, as is na.

Komaeda's choice of pronoun is also mild-mannered. Boku is a polite masculine pronoun. It makes sense for him to use it when speaking casually which he is always seen doing. If he used Watashi - also gender neutral (to a point) - while speaking casually, it would make him seem feminine or like a girl.

However, the vast majority of male characters when speaking casually will use Ore, which is a hyper-masculine pronoun. I have lost count of the amount of characters who use this. Only characters I can remember who use Boku (besides Komaeda and Naegi) are Yamada, Hanamura, and Ishimaru.

And for those three, I think it makes sense - they all have this level of acting polite/wanting to be polite or seen as proper.

Which is why the fact Komaeda/Naegi uses it stands out a little bit with the rest of the cast. Makes them appear more mild. opting to use gender-neutral particles only and a mild-mannered male pronoun for your male character tells you a lot about them, especially when almost every other guy in the same series is talking super masculine.

Okay, back to that video. What's cute about it is how Komaeda switches from talking masculine to feminine on purpose.

Trick or Treat! If you don't gimmie some candy...I'mma pull a trick on ya! ...Joking!

I'm unsure how to word this in a way that sounds "masculine" or "feminine" as that doesn't really exist in English I don't think...but the first half of his sentence, Komaeda uses zo at the end to sound threatening/rough, then the last part, nante-ne, sounds feminine when pitched up at the end there. It definitely makes him sound playful.

I also want to point out...though I use masculine/feminine (as what I've talked about are usually employed by men, hence masculine, or women, hence feminine) it is not a matter of being absolute...for example, dresses are seen as being feminine, but that does not mean a man can't wear a dress and still be a man.

Wow, this post got long...I sure do talk. I hope this answers something at least haha. Thank you for the ask!

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mostlydeadlanguages · 7 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you had any tips for using cuneiform as an art inspiration? One of my friends is super into cuneiform and birds, so I wanted to kind of write the cuneiform for "corvid" using stylised triangular crows.

Feel free to ignore this, it's a pretty involved ask!

I had a look at the Assyrian Languages website, and it spat out

but there's so many options! Why is the translation given as "erebu" without the cuneiform, then followed by the other words "uga" and "buru", which do have cuneiform?

And are there rules for rearranging the different units of the word? Is it like English, where you can't really split the letters of a word up, because it won't make sense?

I also double-checked the translation with the the Concise Dictionary of Akkadian, which you linked a couple posts ago, and they match, but there isn't any cuneiform in the dictionary.

Thank you for reading this far!

Okay, buckle up for a ride!

Akkadian is a Semitic language with a weird, cobbled-together writing system. It's a bit like a rebus: we can figure out that "👁️ ❤️ 🐑" means "I love you," because "eye" sounds like "I," hearts connote love, and a female sheep is a ewe, which sounds like "you." Likewise, a given cuneiform sign can be one of three things: a syllabogram (representing the sound of particular syllables, like 👁️), a logogram (representing a particular idea, like ❤️); or a determinative (representing a category of ideas, like "Dr."). In many cases, a given sign could be any one of those, depending on context. As a result, there are many possible ways to spell most words—although certain sign combinations tend to get standardized in a particular place and time.

In this case, "UGA" is the logogram for a corvid, and "MUŠEN" is the determinative for a bird. So one way to write "a crow" (literally "a crow-bird") would be to combine the signs for UGA and MUŠEN. (MUL is the determinative for an astral body, so if you were trying to say "the crow-planet," you could write it as "star-crow-bird," or "MUL.UGA.MUŠEN."). And yes, the order does matter in most cases; I wouldn't rearrange them.

But! Instead of writing something logographically, you could "spell it out" using syllabograms. So the word erēbu/arēbu, which is what "crow" would have sounded like, can be broken down into syllables and spelled that way, e.g. a-re/ri-bu. When the Epic of Gilgamesh describes sending out a raven as part of the Flood story, it spells it as "a-ri-bu." (Well, technically a-ri-ba/a-ri-bi, because those are the declined forms.)

The simplest two options that appear in the corpus, then, are UGA or BURU4 ("crow" without the "bird" determinative, which is optional) or a-ri-bu. Here's what those look like, using two different potential writing styles: Old Babylonian (an earlier and more complex writing system) and Neo-Assyrian (a more rectilinear, streamlined, later writing system):

As you can see, UGA is a very complicated sign, so I would recommend choosing either BURU4 or a-ri-bu. I find Neo-Assyrian much easier to reproduce, but the choice of writing system is up to you.

I hope this helps. Send me a picture of what you produce; it sounds so fun!

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rkivesyoshi · 11 months ago

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to be feigned into love with ryomen sukuna

special chapter, read the rest here.

pairings. oc x sukuna

content. sfw

language. english, tagalog

song.

warnings. none

tags. ryomen sukuna x fem!oc, fake dating trope, lawyer!ryomen x art director!oc, established couple

synopsis. a second time truly is magical, if given the chance. shortly after itsumi and ryomen had become an official couple, they decided it was time to present themselves to each of their parents, again, and this time, as true lovers.

note: this is written in first person point of view and in the perspective of the oc, itsumi.

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“Ryo, sure ka ba, okay lang ‘tong suot ko?” I ask for the nth time, checking myself in the mirror.

We’re going to meet his parents today and i have never felt more conscious, let alone anxious in my entire life. My job requires for me to converse with various people and I never once had emotions like this when doing so.

Ryo walks up to me and from the back, he wraps his arms around my waist planting a kiss on the crown of my head. “You look beautiful, my love.”

“What about my outfit, sa tingin mo, hindi ba sobra o kulang?” Aligaga kong tanong dito.

“It’s just right, my love.” He answers with no hesitation.

Realizing there was no benefit in me overthinking things, I took his word for it and we finally got to leave our apartment.

“Ah, my son was right, you are a gorgeous young woman, Itsumi.” Nakangiting sambit ng nanay ni Ryomen matapos akong mag-mano rito.

Ngumiti naman ako pabalik, “Thank you po, tita! Pero mas maganda po kayo, alam ko na kung kanino nag-mana si Ryo.”

“Naku!” Lumingon ito sa asawa. “Narinig mo ba ‘yon, mahal? Sa akin daw namana ng anak natin ang kagwapuhan niya.” Pag-bibiro nito.

“Hindi naman ako tatanggi ro’n, mahal.” Sagot naman ng tatay ni Ryomen.

Naramdaman ko naman ang pag-iinit ng mukha ko nang mapagtanto ko ang aking sinabi.

“Lagot ka,” Pag-singit ni Ryo sa gilid ko. “Hindi ka na papasa kay papa niyan.” Halata sa kanyang boses ang pang-aasar.

Pinalo naman ito sa balikat ng kanyang nanay at pinagsabihan, “Baka maniwala si Sumi. ‘Wag mong binibiro ng gano’n.”

Then dinner time came and it was nowhere near what I expected it to be. Magaan ang pakiramdam ko na makipagusap sa mga magulang ni Ryo. Palabiro ang kaniyang tatay at ang kaniyang nanay naman ay sinasabayan din ito. We shared heartfelt laughs, talked about our plans, dreams, and shared our values. Surprisingly, his parents and I have so much in common — so much more than my own.

My heart felt so full and joyous.

It was on the way home that I realized Ryo was reared in a secure household. Looking back, maybe it was the reason why he left and didn’t force anything between us—why he just let time and fate bring us together once more.

“Honestly,” Pag-uumpisa ko. “Kung ayaw mong makaharap si dad ulit, I respect that. We don’t have to go.”

Bahagya itong tumawa. “Bakit naman ako aayaw na harapin si tito?”

“Tito agad?” Tinignan ko ito ng may panghuhusga.

Natawa itong muli sa reaksyon ko. “What, does he prefer to be called sir or gusto mo, dad na lang din itawag ko?”

I cringe at the thought of Ryomen getting shut off in an instant if he had called my father dad on their first meeting in a long time.

“I can handle your father, Sumi.” He says, grabbing my hand as he guides us out of the apartment.

The ambiance from when we had dinner with the Sukunas compared to now differs greatly. This one makes you want to rip your head off, whereas the other was carefree. Moreover, I’m not entirely sure if having both of my parents here is good or bad. Though, on the bright side, this is the first time in a long time I’ve seen my divorced parents together.

“You’re that guy my daughter dated before, am I right? Iyong galing sa mababang pamilya.” Walang emosyong sambit ng tatay ko.

“Dad!” Pag-protesta ko rito.

Naramdaman ko ang kamay ni Ryo sa aking hita at marahan niyang hinaplos ito na para bang ipinapahiwatig sa akin na ‘wag akong masyadong mag-alala sa sitwasyon.

“You weren’t born a chairman. Naging empleyado ka rin na may mababang pwesto.” Pag-sumbat naman ng aking nanay.

I am already regretting even planning this dinner. Sana ay hindi na lang kami tumuloy.

“Yes, sir. I was that guy.” Sagot ni Ryomen sa tanong ni dad.

I gave him a glare, but he only squeezed my thigh, maybe as an attempt to reassure me that it’s all going to be fine.

“Was?” Natatawang tanong ni dad. “Bakit, marami ka na bang naabot sa loob ng maikling panahon?”

Kumukulo na ang dugo ko sa inis habang kalmado pa rin si Ryo.

“I believe so.” Sagot ni Ryomen. “I finished both of my undergraduate and graduate degree with latin honors. I was a top-notcher in the bar exam, and I work at a well-known law firm now.”

My dad snickered, “Face me again when you’ve built your reputation as a lawyer, or not. I know that field is very saturated.”

“I am building it at the moment, sir.” Ryomen smiles. “I specialize in corporate law and have won numerous lawsuits now. If you need my help, don’t hesitate to call. I heard your company is having troubles right now.” There was a hint of mockery in his voice.

Dad was left speechless and moments after, the silence was overrun with my mom’s mocking chuckle.

“Kid,” she turned to Ryomen. “I liked you before and I like you even better now. Good thing you two got back together.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” He smiled.

Mom waves her hand as if telling him off. “Enough with the ma’am. You can call me tita, or mom, but I prefer mom.”

Ryomen gave an amused chuckle before turning to me and winked. He leaned in closer to me and whispered, “What do you say, did I do a good job, princess?”

Naramdaman ko ang init ng aking mga pisngi.

“Kids,” Mom calls and we both face her. “Do you want to eat somewhere else? Nakakawala kasi ng appetite ‘yong atmosphere dito. Maybe we could go shopping, too.”

Pagkasabi niya noon ay dali-daling tumayo si dad at padabog na lumabas sa private dining area.

“So, kailan ang kasal?” Mom asked.

We ended up not having to change restaurants. Nevertheless, mom still insisted on going shopping and so we did, for two more hours. The night started out disastrous, but I’m thankful that at least Ryomen could get along with my mother.

“Bakit ‘di ka man lang nag-react do’n sa tanong ng nanay ko tungkol sa kasal?” Tanong ko kay Ryomen na ngayon ay nakaupo sa couch.

“I did, I smiled.” Simpleng sagot nito habang inaalis ang mga bitones ng kanyang damit.

Umupo ako sa kanyang tabi, “No, I mean, why didn’t you protest?”

Huminto ito sa kanyang ginagawa at tinignan ako na para bang may mali sa aking sinabi. “Protest?”

Tumango ako.

“Baby,” he turned to me, “there is no other ending to this than us getting married. Why would I protest? I intend to marry you, Sumi.”

“Isn’t it too early for you? You’re still starting on your career. Marriage is way different than dating.”

Ryomen examines me with a sincere gaze. “I’m not going to leave you. Hindi lahat ng marriage nasisira, Sumi.”

I look down, feeling a bit disappointed in myself for projecting unto him. “I know. Sorry.”

He scooted closer to me tilting my chin up before leaning in to kiss my cheek, “I’m going to marry you,” then my neck, “build a family with you,” then my lips, “all while loving you endlessly, my love.”

“You’re safe with me, Sumi.” He says before kissing me again, this time with more passion, as if it were full of love, hunger, and desire.

It wasn't long before my back touched the velvety feel of the sofa, and the sound of our moans and lips colliding together as he relentlessly professed his love for me faded into the night.

disclaimer! this is a fan-made content. i do not own the rights to the character of ryomen sukuna. nevertheless, i respectfully request that you refrain from reposting, translating, or copying my content because the plot is my original work.

#ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna #sukuna x oc #jjk ryomen #jjk x oc #jjk fandom #jjk fanfic #jjk au #jjk x you #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x oc #rkivesyoshi #jjk #au story #short story

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totallyxtaurus · 1 month ago

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Big Man, Little Dignity

Summary: ? Pairing: AttorneyxSylus x fem reader (could be MC or reader) A/N: Hi everyone! I hope everyone has been taking sweet care of themselves! I was going to add a poll on my last poll about which idea people might like better, attorney Sylus x public defender MC or attorney Sylus with a discovery specialist. However, I hit 100 affinity level with Sylus tonight so instead I'm gonna post both stories then add a poll to them to see which ones you like the vibe of better! The beginning will be the same for both which is why it's isolated at the top. They're still rough since I haven't been working on them for very long but let me know what you guys think! 💗

The small town lay tucked away like a secret between the bright, autumn-painted ridges of the mountains. It woke slowly, as it always did beneath the weight of a mid-October morning. Leaves of vibrant orange, burgundy, and pine cling desperately to the branches lining the sidewalk. Some lose the fight and flutter lazily wherever the wind carries them down Broadway. Brick storefronts—some painted in shades of cream, cranberry or mustard—stand proudly, as if made for this season, each holding a historic charm.

Locals walk their dogs in puffy coats, nodding to each other in a way that only longtime neighbors do. At the end of the street, the clock tower stands sentinel over it all, the red stone of the courthouse glowing against the dismal morning sky. A soft, old-fashioned melody rings from its bells, marking the start of the workday.

The hanging café sign creaked and swayed gently as if beckoning people in. The scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon mingled with chimney smoke and damp leaves, a small-town aroma that clings to you long after you've left.

(Discovery Specialist):

The café door jingled softly as Morrigan slipped inside, clutching her messenger bag like a shield—hoping it passed for professional. She ordered the strongest coffee they had and claimed a table near the window, letting the morning light filter across the worn wood table and the stack of forms she lost sleep trying to understand.

It still felt strange, sitting here with a laptop, an ID badge that didn’t feel quite real yet, and the uneasy sense of pretending to have her shit together. She glanced out the window at the courthouse looming at the end of the street, its architecture like something out of a gothic novel.

She used to imagine writing about towns like this, not filing evidence logs and redacting witness statements for someone else’s trial strategy. Her BA in English hadn’t prepared her for this. Neither had the late nights spent flipping through MA coursework at the ripe old age of twenty-eight, wondering if she was cut out for any of it. Law school had been a desperate pivot—a “what now?” after the empty fridge made one thing painfully clear: creative ambition didn’t pay rent.

But this job-this opportunity- meant something. Even if it wasn’t glamorous, it was just until she finished school. Even if the ADA whose name was on half the files had a reputation for being a smug, Armani-suited terror. Sylus. She hadn’t met him yet, but she’d heard plenty.

She took a deep breath, letting the comforting scent of her hometown settle in her lungs. You can do this. Even if it didn’t always feel that way.

The bell over the cafe door jingled again. This time, the atmosphere shifted like someone had cracked open a window on a winter morning. Morrigan didn’t look up at first. She was too focused on her email, rereading her supervisor’s instructions for the day. She had a checklist to memorize and a whole filing system to learn before noon. No time to get distracted by—

“Double espresso, no room. And one of those cinnamon things.”

The voice was deep, clipped, and smooth— not unfriendly, just... efficient. Like someone who spoke only when absolutely necessary and never repeated themselves.

Her eyes flicked up.

And there he was, sticking out like a sore thumb in this quaint town. A designer black suit with red accents, a charcoal coat, and the kind of rigid posture that screamed important. He stood at the counter, glancing down at his phone like he was already three meetings into his day.

Sylus.

She knew it had to be him. He looked exactly like his reputation—dangerously competent, cold-eyed, and dressed like he’d taken a wrong turn on his way to a Manhattan boardroom. Everyone in town gossiped about why he was here and not somewhere bigger. She knew his type from law school—the ones who never showed up to class in sweatpants, who knew the right answer before the question was even finished.

As he turned to wait for his order, his gaze swept across the room—and landed on her.

A pause.

He blinked, then looked again, like he was trying to place her.

Morrigan’s stomach flipped. She gave him a polite, neutral smile—the kind you give someone you don’t want to talk to but can’t just outright ignore.

Please, please don’t come over here or talk to me, she thought.

He arched a brow, just slightly. Then, much to her horror, he walked over.

Fuck.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he said—casual, curious, with a hint of playfulness. “New in town?”

Morrigan closed her laptop halfway. “Just new to the job.”

He nodded slowly, eyebrows knitting as if a thought struck him.

“Discovery unit?”

She titled her head. “How—?”

His mouth curved—barely a smile, more like the idea of one. “I caught a glimpse of you during your interview. Morrigan, right?”

“I take it you like to know everyone you’re working with?”

“I like to know who I’ll be relying on,” he said smoothly. “Or sparring with.”

Morrigan let out a dry laugh. “Is that how you see it?”

He chuckled, and Morrigan could practically hear the money in it. “Well, I am an attorney—conflict or cooperation is kind of our whole thing. Some people handle it. Others run for the hills. I’m curious which you’ll be.”

She leaned back in her seat, scoffing at his audacity. Is he serious? “Guess we’ll find out. Hope you won’t take me to court over your loss.”

“I don’t lose, sweetie,” he replied, voice smooth as ever

His name was called. He accepted the cup and pastry with a nod of thanks, then paused before stepping out.

“I’m Sylus, by the way.”

“I know.”

He raised a brow again.

“Morrigan,” she added. "Did you forget already?"

“Now why would I do that?” he replied, slipping out the door.

Smug prick, she thought.

(Public Defender):

Inside, however, the courtroom held its own distinct atmosphere-tense. The air crackled with intensity as the current hearing unfolded. Stained glass caught the weak sunlight, casting jewel-toned patterns across the portraits of stern-faced judges that loomed over the proceedings. A few townsfolk had settled in the back rows, arms folded over their coats, eyes darting between the judge and the attorneys at the front like they were watching a live taping of their favorite courtroom drama.

The judge, a stern woman with sharp glasses perched on her nose, had been silently observing the exchange between the public defender and the prosecution for the past several minutes.

“Your Honor,” Sylus began, his voice smooth and confident as he turned to face the judge, “the defendant’s BAC was clearly above the legal limit. It’s not a question of whether he was impaired; it’s a matter of the law. The state has sufficient evidence to secure a conviction.”

Morrigan, perched at the edge of her seat, straight-backed, responded with equal fervor. “The evidence may show a BAC above the limit, Mr. Qin, but that doesn’t mean the defendant was impaired at the time of the stop. The field sobriety test was hardly conducted properly, and the arresting officer’s observations were biased- he was too eager to make an arrest, not concerned with actual impairment.”

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “The officer had probable cause to arrest. The defendant was swerving, failing to maintain his lane, and his breath reeked of alcohol. I don’t see how you can dispute that, Ms. Clery.” His lips curved into a smirk as he emphasized her name.

“You can argue probable cause until you’re blue in the face,” Morrigan countered coolly, her voice cutting through the room, “but unless you can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant’s driving was directly affected by his blood alcohol level, this case doesn’t meet the burden of proof. This is a DUI charge, not a witch hunt!”

There was a sharp silence before the judge spoke, her gavel striking once. “Enough. We’ll reconvene after the break. Take fifteen.”

As the courtroom began to empty out, Morrigan sat back in her chair, letting some of the tension leave her shoulders. The case was far from over, but for now, she’d won a small battle. Across the room, Sylus packed up his papers without a glance in her direction, his expression unreadable—like always. Tara, a colleague from the prosecutor’s office, bounced over to Morrigan’s table, a knowing smile already plastered on her face. She leaned in, her voice low enough for only Morrigan to hear.

“You know, you and Sylus will never get along in this lifetime, right?” Tara’s words were a mix of playful teasing and something a bit more serious, her gaze flicking toward the other side of the courtroom where Sylus was speaking with a few of his colleagues.

Morrigan signed, running a hand through her hair. “I’m not sure I even want to.”

Tara raised an eyebrow. “You two are like oil and water. He’s all about power and status, and you? You’re here to help people who don’t have a voice, don’t have money for a better lawyer.” Tara paused, studying Morrigan’s face. “But I have to admit, you do know how to get under his skin. He respects that, even if he’d never admit it.”

Morrigan frowned. “Respect? I don’t think he knows the meaning of the word when it comes to me.”

Tara smiled wryly. “Keep telling yourself that.”

The judge’s voice called out from the front of the room, signaling that the break was over. Tara gave Morrigan a pat on the shoulder, then turned and walked back toward her seat.

Morrigan’s eyes lingered on Sylus for a moment, his figure still standing confidently at the front of the courtroom, speaking in low tones with his team. There was something about him- something Morrigan couldn’t quite put her finger on-that gnawed at her. She was usually good at figuring people out and quickly, she didn’t like to waste time. The rivalry was sharp between them, almost instantly upon meeting, however, every time their eyes met across the courtroom, there was a spark of something else, something unspoken.

She pushed the thought away as the judge called for the room to reconvene, focusing back on the task at hand. She was here to do her job, not figure out what was going on between them. But as she glanced once more in Sylus’ direction, a question lingered in her mind.

Could Tara be right?

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little-mari-on-a-roof · 2 months ago

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Frenglish differences in Miraculous - Episode 12

Darkblade/Le Chevalier noir

"Le Chevalier noir" means "The Dark knight". I guess translating it literally would've lead to some copyright issues with Batman hahaha.

Nadja doing the news

En: Armand d'Argencourt, one of Bourgeois' opponents and a fencing instructor at Françoise Dupont High School, was pummeled in the polls. In fact, d'Argencourt acquired the least number of votes in Paris history.

Fr: Face à lui Armand d'Argencourt, professeur d'escrime au collège Françoise Dupont, recueille un pourcentage de voix extrêmement faible. Tellement faible que si l'on regarde les élections depuis 1977, aucun candidat n'avait...

Against him Armand d'Argencourt, a fencing professor at Françoise Dupont middle school, obtained an extremely low percentage of votes. So low that if we look at the elections since 1977, no candidate had... (her voice is muffled)

In recent history, the first mayor of Paris was indeed elected in 1977 (it was Jacques Chirac). However, there have been different times when mayor elections were held before that, including after the French Revolution of 1789 (there were 6 different mayors over the course of 5 years, including one who quit the very day he got elected because he had received too much threatening mail).

Marinette, asking Kim why he won't run for class president

En: So, what did Chloé say to you this time? She offered to go on a date with you?

Fr: Alors raconte, elle t'a dit quoi Chloé cette fois-ci ? Qu'elle ne sortirait jamais avec toi ?

So, tell me, what did Chloé tell you this time? That she would never go out with you?

Love how the English dub just said the absolute opposite of the French one.

Marinette when Alya asks her about her election program

En: Uh, I have no idea. I still can't believe I raised my hand.

Fr: Oh, j'ai pas encore réfléchi. Oh pourquoi je me suis mis dans un pétrin pareil ?

Oh, I haven't thought about it yet. Oh why did I put myself in such a mess (lit. in a kneader)?

In French, when you say you're in a kneading machine it means you're in trouble. It can be seen as a clever pun here since Marinette is a boulangerie girl.

Overall, the English dub is more about on the campaign and speech, when in French the focus is put on Marinette's program and how she's actually gonna represent the students once she's elected.

Armand d'Argencourt talking about his ancestor's story

En: Until he was overthrown thence by a wealthy Frenchman who used his dirty gold to buy the loyalties of the common people.

Fr: Jusqu'au triste jour où il fut renversé par un roturier, qui se servit de son or pour acheter la loyauté du bas peuple de Paris.

Until the sad day where he was overthrown by a commoner, who used his gold to buy the loyalty of the common/lower people of Paris.

Classist much?

Related to the previous point, d'Argencourt has a very old mannered way of speaking which is shown a little bit differently in French. He uses a tense called "passé simple" which is today only used in writing but never orally, except by old or very conservative/aristocratic people. He also uses very old mannered sayings. An example of that is at the end of the fencing class when he says "le cours se termine séance tenante", which could be translated as "the class ends forthwith".

Nadja's catchphrase

En: Don't be bemused, it's just the news.

Fr: Si vous voulez de l'info, j'ai ce qu'il vous faut.

If you want info, I have what you need.

"-fo" and "faut" are pronounced the same way in French, which makes her catchphrase rhyme.

Nadja, quoting mean comments about d'Argencourt to him

En: [...] That you're "stuck in the dark ages, like a stubborn old rusted battle axe".

Fr: [...] Que vous êtes "un fossile moyenâgeux" et que vous êtes "buté et complètement dépassé".

That you're "a medieval fossil", and that you are "stubborn and completely outdated".

D'Argencourt

En: Poisonous wretch.

Fr: Palsambleu.

Can't really translate that one, but it's a very old curse word. It comes from shortening "par le sang de Dieu", which literally means "by God's blood". Indeed, it used to be frowned upon to use God's name to swear, and the word was replaced by "bleu" (blue), of which the final sound is the same, as a euphemism. "Palsambleu" is today not used by anyone, and you can only find it in old comic theater plays.

Chloé to Sabrina

En: Why do I bother?

Fr: Roooh, t'es un vrai boulet.

Roooh (the sound French people make when they want to complain about something), you're a real "boulet".

I've explained before what boulet means, but it's interesting to notice that Chloé is using it for someone other than Marinette for once, especially considering that Sabrina is supposed to be her friend.

Marinette to Rose

En: Your cushions could be very pink.

Fr: Ton coussin pourrait être rose pailleté.

Your cushion could be glittery pink.

Can't forget about the glitter!!

Darkblade's knight

En: Listen or be imprisoned.

Fr: Écoutez-le ou vous serez embastillé.

Listen to him or you will be imprisoned in the Bastille.

The French language has a specific word to say "sent to the Bastille".

Chat Noir to the knights

En: Guys. Do you only know heavy metal?

Fr: Mais c'est qu'elles sont dangereuses les boîtes de conserve.

These tin cans sure are dangerous.

I can't translate the exact turn of words he uses there literally, but the point is that his pun is different as he calls Darkblade's knights tin cans.

Marinette after she sees Chat Noir get tackled by knights

En: Ouch! Cat Noir. Hurry.

Fr: Aie, alors ça ça doit pas faire du bien.

Ouch, this thing can't feel good.

French Ladybug is more compassionate lol.

#ml dubs #frenglish differences in miraculous #ml darkblade #ml le chevalier noir #miraculous ladybug #ml s1 #fun fact i once mentioned the word palsambleu to my friends and they had never heard it before

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