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furiousgoldfish · 8 months

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Which ones of these arbitrary trauma-induced rules do you follow?

No spending money, ever. what if you need it later and your life depends on it.

Assume that all strangers are 3 seconds close to becoming hostile. fawn to keep them friendly.

No delegating tasks. no telling other people to do things you could potentially do yourself. what if they mess up.

Assume that everyone will consider you a burden if you do 1 single mistake that inconveniences them. do all that is possible to not make that mistake.

Do not admit when things are going wrong. wait until theres no other option but to ask for help, and even then consider not doing that.

Always act like you're okay. not doing so might make you seem 'not normal' and 'accused of being crazy and unstable'.

Do anything for friends, even if it sounds weird, dodgy, illegal. you want to prove that you're fun and easy going and helpful and useful and extremely cool with anything.

Never let it show if you're suspicious of someone. never say out loud that you think their intentions are bad. that might set them off.

If hurt, hide and isolate. Do not let anyone see you hurt.

Do not ask help for problems you feel are your own responsibility to solve. Even if you don't see yourself solving them successfully. If you can't do it, assume nobody can help you.

Help others to try and build positive relationships. Don't accept help so you don't end up relying on them for anything.

Do not start things that involve help or participation from other people. People are not reliable.

Assume that institutions, government, police, social services, and any kind of groups of people are all considering you a nuisance, and would attack you on sight, in every single situation. Never rely on them or assume they would do anything else.

No arguing, confronting, or standing up for yourself unless the situation is absolutely unsurvivable otherwise. Lay low until doing otherwise is seriously damaging your mental health and ability to live.

Give up on hopeful social encounters before they disappoint you. If you have to interact with people, assume the worst is about to happen.

No allowing yourself to idealize, or dream of positive future with people. It's a trap and your expectations need to be either extremely realistic or low.

Assume that fancy and expensive things don't exist for you. Despise them and get away from them.

No comparing yourself and your life to how other people live. It causes depression and despair. Other people's lives and standards of living are none of your business.

Do not showcase any skill or brag about any achievement. Jealous people can destroy you for satisfaction.

Assume people think the worst of you and don't consider changing their mind. Just try to keep out of their way.

Do not display anger. You don't want to be called insane or get arrested. You don't know what people could potentially blame you for if you're openly angry. But other angry people are dangerous and you need to get away from them.

If you follow more than half of these, you have a trauma-induced problem. These are not normal or healthy. These are not developed in a healthy environment. These are extremely self-protective, isolating, ruled by terror of the world and the people living in it. If you follow these, something bad has been done to you.

#trauma rules #living in trauma #consequences of trauma #social anxiety #aftermath of abuse #aftermath of trauma #trauma induced rules #long term abuse #consequences of abuse #extreme self-reliance

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hallowxiu · 4 months

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How the Brothers Would Deal with MC's Mortality

Mammon:

You casually brought it up as a joke

Probably something like “i’m here for a good time, not a long time” or “why should i care what happens in 100 years? It’s not like i’ll be around to care”

Would probably confuse Mammon at first as to why you wouldn’t be around, but he would put the pieces together in the middle of the night when trying to sleep.

A whole, eyes snapping wide opening and flinging out of his bed kind of moment.

Mammon would worry himself sick

Yes, he knows humans can die, hell, he used to mock you for being so frail when you first came to the Devildom, but now?

Well, now things are different. How he feels about you is different

He's spending all his money on ways to keep you kicking longer.

Anything he can think of that’ll help, he’s buying it. Vegetables, fruits, protein powder, comfortable clothes, a nice pillow, vitamins, shampoos- anything. He has no idea where to start, so he just starts grabbing everything.

I mean, something will have to help, right?

If you notice he looks panicked, don’t point it out, it’ll only make it worse. Unless you want to be smothered to death from his affection and worry, then by all means. ;)

Leviathan:

Look, he can barely handle his favorite anime characters dying, so you? Yeah, no, that’s way too much.

Nothing actually popped up to remind Leviathan of your mortality, it was because of Satan throwing his books all around the house that did it.

Suddenly, it was all he could think about. How did he not think of this before?

Leviathan is no Satan though, and he’s certainly not Lucifer. Researching medical documents and trying to think of things to keep you alive longer are a little over his head. That being said, there were some things he could do.

Leviathan dove into his own research that would be within his realm of understanding, studying that humans who have more positive mindsets and who are less exposed to depressing forms of media, may live longer than the average person. This- this was something he could work with.

Suddenly, you were constantly being invited to his room, Leviathan having a variety of slice-of-life anime for you to watch with him, all of which had happy endings to boot. If an anime was even remotely depressing, he made sure to keep that out of reach.

Video games? He’s keeping it safe; he’s not risking anything here. If it’s not similar to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Dreamlight Valley, or The Sims (which must be on a good day), you’re just not playing it. Kingdom Hearts if you’re lucky.

Satan:

Would do an insane amount of research

Likely overheard the topic on a news segment about the tragically short lifespans of humans before it all clicked together.

Satan, unlike the other brothers, has never experienced death before, so while it sounds silly, he never had reason to think of you dying.

Looks up humans who had long lifespans to see how he can implement those things into your lifestyle.

Books will be littered everywhere (although that’s not really unusual, but what is would be the topic of said books- The Long Lives of Humans, Human Lifestyle for Dummies 101, The Road to Human Immortality, etc. etc.)

This is when Satan learns just how easy it is for a human to kick the bucket.

Heart attacks, brain aneurysms, strokes, seizures, cancer, the list goes on and on and it’s starting to scare him. He didn’t know humans could just drop dead.

He’s going to start researching curses to increase your lifespan, or at the very least he’s going to make sure you’re careful as hell.

You won’t even get as much as a cut without him being aware of it; he’s going to hover around and mother hen the absolute shit out of you.

Try not to get too annoyed with him though, it all stems from good intentions.

Asmodeus:

He’ll be damned if his shopping partner for life is going to die on him.

Asmo isn’t stupid; if anything he’s pretty emotionally aware. He's known for a long time just how short the lifespan of humans is.

But still, it came in the form of a nightmare. One where he couldn’t save you, despite giving his best efforts. The way you died was tragic, long before your life should have ended.

This sent Asmo somewhat into a frenzied state trying to find things to keep you alive once he woke up.

Vitamins, vitamins, vitamins

Humans benefit from vitamins, right? Surely you’d benefit from Devildom vitamins then. If it’ll increase the lifespan of a demon, he sees no reason why it wouldn’t increase your lifespan.

Of course, it really only gives you nicer nails and shinier hair.

He’s 10x more intense with your morning and night routines.

He will be unloading all his facial creams on you, and telling you the benefits of each one and how it might add a few years to your lifespan.

You want to stay up late at night to finish homework? Maybe watch a movie? Yeah, no, not on Asmo’s watch.

Your ass is going to bed every night at 10pm, right along with him. You do realize you’ll be getting exactly 8 hours of sleep each night, too, right?

Beelzebub:

Regarding his trauma with Lilith, it came as no surprise when he started to fret over your well-being.

Poor Beel saw an article that discussed how tragically easy it is for a human to die. The cherry on top? How they could die from simply overeating.

Overeating isn’t a concept Beel is overly familiar with (because to him, it’s never overeating), and while he knew most people couldn’t keep up with his eating habits, he didn’t think it could actually cause harm to a human, let alone kill them.

Grocery trips are now a more anxiety-inducing event.

He’s suddenly paranoid that any of the Devildom food could and will kill you. Are you allergic to anything? How would you even know?

What if one day he serves you his favorite boiled dragonhead and you just drop dead at the dinner table?? No, that will never do.

There’s a list of Devildom foods that he knows for sure you can have without dying, but then comes the issue of portion control. How much is too much for a human?

Beelzebub swore he would never lose another loved one again, and it’s a promise he intends to keep. From now on, you will only eat what he deems safe.

You want to try a new food in the Devildom that you’ve never had before? You better get some seriously good convincing skills if you want him to cave in. For someone who only ever thinks with his stomach, he’s surprisingly stubborn.

Belphegor:

He’s still plagued with nightmares about Lilith, especially since he still thinks it’s his fault. Tack that on to the way he blamed you and the rest of the human race for it? The man is walking trauma.

Like Asmodeus, this was brought on by nightmares about you dying. Different from Asmo’s, however, you usually died by his hand. Naturally, considering your tumultuous history.

Belphegor, unlike his brothers, takes a different approach. He just doesn’t approach you at all.

What better way to keep your lifespan long than by staying away from you altogether?

Is it something that he wants? Of course not! But how can he trust himself to never hurt you again? To never kill you again.

He can’t.

So, he locks himself away in his room, sleeping most of the day or just avoiding the areas you normally like to lounge.

On a normal day, almost everyone in the household, including yourself, would notice this behavior change. However, since you’re now being cornered by all the brothers and their concerns about your lifespan, it’s easy for Belphegor’s absence to slip your mind.

This hurts Belphegor, but at the end of the day, he believes this is for the best.

Lucifer:

Lucifer didn’t need a reminder of your short lifespan; if anything, it’s something he’s thought plenty about.

Lucifer has trauma, we all know that much. After Lilith, he’s absolutely terrified of losing another loved one to something outside of his control.

And your lifespan is not something that’s out of his control. At least not how he sees it, anyway.

If you thought he was overbearing or overprotective before, brace yourself. He’s going to step it up several notches.

No excess of junk food, no more pulling all-nighters, no more sitting around the house gaming all day, and definitely no more overexerting your use of magic. He’s no fool, he knows the toll your magic could eventually take on your body.

Honestly? He wasn’t this bad until his brothers started to panic about your mortality, and though Lucifer told himself he was above such nonsense, he quickly found himself taking all the precautions they were taking (and then some).

Fortunately, if you find yourself becoming overwhelmed, they’ll be more than willing to listen to you (granted you take some of their concerns into account).

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catscidr · 3 months

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// genshin men as podcast hosts //

i don't have anything to say for myself i just thought this was really funny LMAO suddenly thought about this in the shower like a week ago nd i couldn't stop giggling to myself ( ´艸｀) cw: crack, wrote this with a modern au in mind (unless there's podcasts in teyvat.......) includes: alhaitham, ayato, pantalone, tartaglia, kaeya, albedo, cyno, heizou, lyney, venti, dottore, itto, kaveh, kazuha, wriothesley

the satirical Chad Alpha Sigma Male ↳alhaitham, ayato, pantalone, tartaglia, kaeya

Whether they’re giving ridiculous financial advice, telling people how to get women to like them or spouting absurd political takes, they somehow have a loyal fanbase. They’re always playing up the Sigma Male persona for the sake of satire but, because this is the internet, people take them seriously.

They'll say something nonsensical like “you should treat women like you treat your nonstick frying pans” and their listeners will eat it up, praising them for such a smart analogy when, in reality, their podcast setup consists of their laptop and a mic set up at their kitchen table and they just laid eyes on a skillet while they were rambling about nothing in particular. Doesn’t matter how they speak either; they could have a typical, exaggerated youtuber accent or always speak in a deadpan tone- people will still take what they say at face value and miss the irony and satire.

Seeing people argue online entertains them, though. Plus they make good money

the one that always has homoerotic tension with their guests (no homo tho) ↳albedo, cyno, heizou, lyney, venti

Their podcast isn’t organized, they kind of just ramble about whatever topic comes to mind. There’s no theme, no plan when they start recording- they basically just have a conversation with whoever they’re recording with and see where it goes. Sometimes they could be cracking jokes about the corniest things (___er? i hardly know her!) or they’ll be having deep conversations about their childhood and why they turned out this way.

OR. They’ll chat with their guest and turn what they say into a dumb sex joke, even if it’s a stretch. Podcast episodes with them are always hilarious to listen to, the kind that you can’t listen to in public because you’ll end up holding in your laughter and making yourself look like a Fool.

They have the best vibes, too; listening to them and their guest makes you feel like you’re a part of the recording session, even if you can’t respond to them

has THE most outlandish storytimes ↳ dottore, itto, kaveh, kazuha, wriothesley

Every single podcast episode with them is absolutely unhinged. They’ll start the recording with their intro, and then they’ll hit you with the most insane storytime opener. There’s no line to cross either; it doesn’t matter what kind of story they have in store, they will talk about it (and make it funny, even if it might not be). One time when they uploaded one of their podcast episodes to YouTube it ended up getting age-restricted in the first five minutes.

They’re the kind of host that can captivate anyone when they’re telling a story, whether they’re speaking in an extremely animated manner or in a convincingly serious tone. Whenever they have special guests over, they make it an unspoken challenge to one-up eachother on who has the craziest story to tell (most of the time they’re the winner).

Their podcast is the kind of thing you listen to while you’re getting ready in the morning... though it might not be the best idea because 9 times out of 10, you stop in your tracks to stare at your laptop screen in disbelief to listen to them talk about the time they accidentally set off the fire alarm in a retirement home and what happened in consequence to that

#genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #ayato x reader #pantalone x reader #tartaglia x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #cyno x reader #heizou x reader #lyney x reader #venti x reader #dottore x reader #itto x reader #kaveh x reader #kazuha x reader #wriothesley x reader #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

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paracosmic-murdock · 4 months

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these colors fade for you only ; benedict bridgerton x reader

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: one thing worse than seeing your enemy often was living under the same roof, certainly, and you and benedict suffered from that unfortunate condition. not even the eleven years you've slept separated by a thin wall only helped you overcome that hatred, you would always hate each other. or not really, because it's too definite to say something as such when a few hours could change the meaning of until the end of time.

warnings/tags: enemies to lovers, sexual tension, very inappropriate behavior for the 1810s, colin bridgerton being a little shit, two people who hate each other locked in a room, what could possibly go wrong?, nude paintings, implied smut, song: sunlight (hozier)

word count: 3.2K

❁ mila's paracosm (main masterlist)

One thing about Benedict Bridgerton is how you could ruin even the best of days for him.

One thing about you is how much you loved to make him mad and see the frustration on his face.

Another thing about Benedict Bridgerton is how pathetically obsessed he was with insulting you in any chance he gets.

Another thing about you is how you were willing to do absolutely anything to bother him or tease him.

You acted like children: always arguing, always making fun of each other, always making everyone at Bridgerton House completely insane with your bickering the entire day.

One thing was having to see your enemy often. One way worse was living under the same roof.

Eleven years ago, your parents had an accident, and you have lived with the Bridgertons ever since, as your mother was Violet Bridgerton's best friend since childhood.

Devastated for years, you accompanied the Bridgertons in their grief for Edmund, which was what ultimately gave you strength to go on with your life. All of you.

But that was the very same thing that ignited your rivalry with the second Bridgerton: your enthusiasm would collide with his mourning and harsh words coming out of his mouth you had no will to tolerate.

It began with his insults to you, though you knew he didn't mean to be rude, and it was all his grief doing the talk. When you couldn't tolerate it anymore, you started insulting him back.

Then, Benedict would play pranks that went too far, and you would burn his sketches in the chimney.

Benedict started sabotaging any chance you could get to find a suitor and you would spread silly rumors about his performance in the bedroom with his friends from the Academy.

Thanks to his efforts, not even being named Diamond of the Season was enough for you to find a husband, which was already making you feel like a failure, not to mention a burden to the Bridgertons. Benedict's fault also.

“Anthony, has he come back?”

He gave you a pitiful look. “I am sorry, Y/N, but I spoke to Lord Raeken to ask him his intentions, and he said he was not interested in marrying you.”

“What?” You gasped. “But everything was going so well! He- he invited us for dinner last week! His mother and Aunt Violet befriended each other even!”

“You will not like what I am going to say.” Anthony anticipated, and you already knew whose fault it was.

“It was Benedict?! Again?!”

Anthony nodded. “I talked to him… It was a threat. He said he would fix it, and I promise you that Lord Raeken will propose to you. If not, he is not worthy of you, and that is all.”

“Nobody is worthy of me, then? He… ruined it with the Duke of Sussex, with Lord Leclerc, with the Count-, I… Why does he keep doing this, Anthony?” You whimpered. You didn't even notice when you started crying, but before anything happened, he hugged you tightly. “Has he not tormented me enough already?”

The eldest Bridgerton knew all too well of your inner motives to hate each other, but decided not to meddle in your war anymore unless it was a case as delicate as this.

“Promise me you will not ruin his latest painting, Y/N,” he begged. “I am trying to work on a peace accord between the two of you, so as long as you stop doing things to him, he will stop messing with you.”

You sighed. “If I do not marry this season, I will have no other choice but to find a job as a governess.”

“Why do you even say that?” He frowned.

“Because it has been eleven years of you sponsoring me, and I believe that it is too much time.”

“You think you are a burden for us?” Anthony asked, and your silence answered. “The day you leave us will be one of the saddest for us Bridgertons, Y/N. You are like our sister, and we love you and care about you as such. Perhaps it has not worked before, but do you really believe that a man that loves you will let none other than Benedict intimidate him?”

“Gregory is more threatening than him,” you noted. “And those dimples could melt the coldest of hearts!”

Anthony smiled. “Do not think too much of it. We shall find you a husband before the season ends.”

“Alright.”

“Now go, I believe Colin is expecting you, and I have many things to do.”

“Sure thing.” you replied.

Once you were out of his office, you gathered the baby blue skirt and ran to Benedict's studio. There, you saw the painting Anthony begged you not to ruin.

It was a woman's naked figure, quite a graceful one. And it was beautifully portrayed.

It would be a shame for it to be ruined. Thank God you did not promise Anthony a thing.

It was still wet, so it was not difficult to use other colors and mix them with the paint so it would look different. You also spilled droplets of red and signed your name on the painting where he had his.

Then, you cleaned your hands and ran to the door.

“Colin!” you exclaimed, and he turned around. “We are going to find Benedict right now.”

He frowned, annoyed. “What happened now?”

“Lord Raeken won't marry me for something Benedict did. Now I must speak to him.”

“It is getting late. We will not get to the tailor in time if we go to Benedict first.”

“Please?” You begged Colin. “I can get on my knees if you wish, but please…”

Colin rolled his eyes. “Alright, let's- oh, there he is!”

You looked in the same direction as him and noticed Benedict getting home. He seemed mad, and your face lost all its life when you thought of what could happen when he saw his painting ruined by you.

“Let's get out of here, Colin…” you muttered once Benedict passed you without even saying hello.

“Why? Benedict is here if you wish to talk to him.”

“It might not be a great time right now…”

“Why?”

“Y/N, I swear to God!”

“Because…” You gave Colin a sheepish look at Benedict's scream.

“What did you do?”

“He started it!”

Colin rolled his eyes. “Did you-”

“Come inside right now!” Benedict yelled once he reached the door. “I am dead serious.”

You sighed, walking next to Colin. “He is going to kill me, Colin.”

“You do not know that.”

“I did something bad.”

“So did he.”

You pursed your lips. “Tell Daphne that only Francesca is a good fit to replace me as Auggie's godmother once I die.”

“Do not say that.”

“What on Earth were you thinking?!”

“What on Earth were you thinking?!” You mimicked him, anger coming to surface again as you reached his studio.

“This was an assignment for tomorrow morning!”

“Well, Lord Raeken was my whole future, Benedict!” you yelled back.

“Look at it! It is ruined!”

Colin was annoyed enough of your fights, and seeing the keys was enough for him to know there was only one solution.

So he did it and thought that you would either kill each other or make amends.

The third Bridgerton exited the room quietly and thanked your bickering for being distracting enough so you did not notice when he closed the door and locked it from outside.

“What are you doing?” Anthony asked when he saw Colin lock the door.

“Forcing those two to reconcile.”

The eldest brother chuckled. “Best of luck with that.”

“I know they will get over it,” he said, sitting on the floor next to the door. “I shall stay here even if it takes me the whole night.”

Anthony joined him. “This should be fun.”

“I do not care if it is ruined, Benedict… you can ruin my future but you draw a line at ruined paintings?!”

“Do you not know how important my career is for me?! You can find another suitor anytime!”

You groaned. “This is my third season, and I have not found a husband! I was the Diamond of my first Season, Benedict! And you have been ruining all of them for me!”

“I have not ruined anything. They simply are not a good fit for the family!”

“I am done listening to you.” You walked away from him and tried, in vain, to open the door.

After looking around, you noticed Colin was supposed to be in the room with you but he wasn't.

“Colin Bridgerton, open this door right now!” You banged the door, making him flinch. “Someone, open the door! We are locked in here!”

Benedict believed you simply weren't strong enough to open it, so he joined you trying to open it but couldn't while his brothers hid their laughter. He looked for the keys but couldn't find them either.

“Colin must have taken the keys,” he noted.

You sighed tiredly. “Somebody open the door! Please, we are trapped!”

“Open the door! Colin!”

“They will not let us out.” you told him.

“Perhaps we should just say we made amends and they will open the door.”

“Do you think he is an idiot? Only a fool would believe you and I could reach an agreement overnight, let alone the ten minutes we have been here.”

He groaned, giving up on escaping the room and returning to the conflict. “How are you so blind, Y/N? How can you fail to see that they are not right for the family?”

“I beg your pardon?! You do not even know them!”

“Is that so?” he questioned, getting closer to you. “Lord Leclerc, a widower who had lovers left and right while his late wife was terribly ill, the Duke of Sussex is a dull rat, and the Count had three illegitimate children by the time he set foot on Mayfair. They are not good people for us.”

“If that is what worries you so, I can leave forever after I marry!”

“Do you truly think this family will survive a week without seeing you? Mother is devastated at Daphne's absence… yours would kill her.”

You rolled your eyes. “We are not even a real family, are we? I am not related to you, I am a mere burden, so why do you not take any of them as your chance to get rid of me?”

“I did not mean that. Stop bringing it to the table each time it suits your purpose to manipulate me.”

“I could seriously kill you with my bare hands right now, Benedict…” you spoke, outraged. “What is it that I did for you to hate me so much?!”

“It is not worth talking about that now.”

“Why are you like this with me, Benedict? At this point, I would marry just about any man who could take me away from you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “We can't just let you marry anyone, alright?”

“Why do you even care?!”

“Because I cannot let you go with someone I do not trust…”

“What will it even take for you to trust any of them?”

“I could never trust them, Y/N, because I can't trust in someone who does not love you devotedly and absolutely.”

Your lips formed a line of disdain at his words. “How would you even know they don't if you do not give them the chance to truly get to me?”

“Because no one does.”

“Wow,” you laughed bitterly. “Thanks for reminding me how unlovable I am.”

“You do not understand, Y/N.”

“Explain it to me, then!” You asked, you begged him.

“No one does it like I do, my goodness!” he screamed, and you were sure it echoed through the whole floor.

You choked on your own spit at his confession, and at the other side of the door, Colin and Anthony looked at each other completely flabbergasted.

“We should leave.” Anthony whispered. “Unlock the door.”

Colin nodded. “I agree, we should let them out.”

Anthony nodded and left, but Colin was determined.

He certainly did not unlock the door.

“What?” you asked in almost a whisper.

Benedict seemed surprised at his own words, as if he had spoken from ignorance because… it couldn't be real, could it? He couldn't be in love with you.

“I…”

“Benedict…”

“You are my family,” he ‘corrected’ himself. “Conflict in families is not uncommon. It is fine. I care about you, and I… we do not want you to be the wife of a man that does not deserve you, Y/N. You are sunlight, and they are nothing but a gray sky.”

You breathed out shakily, looking at his blue eyes deeply, feeling like you had never seen such blue in your entire life. “I am sorry about your painting.”

“It is alright, I will try to fix it; maybe if Colin lets us out, I can go back to the Academy before it is too late. Find a model-”

“Is that what you need? A model?”

Benedict cleared his throat, guessing where it was going, though scared of it. “Yes, but it should not be difficult to find one at the Academy.”

“We will not be let out,” you reminded him and gave it all a careful thought.

You were aware it wasn't right. He was a man, and you were a woman who was not married to him. He must not see you naked under any circumstances, but again… he saved you from those men who weren't worth it, and you paid him by ruining his artwork. It was not fair, so you owed him.

You could break the rules a little. After all, you were locked in a room for God only knows how long.

So you nodded and started undressing. “I could model for you if that is what you need.”

“What? Do not, I-”

“What is the difference between that woman and I?”

Benedict's brain told him to stop you. It was definitely not right for a lady like you to be seen naked before marriage. Worse than that, be painted.

“Y/N…”

“Am I not interesting enough to paint, Benedict?” you questioned as your dress reached the floor. “I just wish to make up for what I did.”

You started undoing your corset under his careful eyes.

“If what worries you is my identity, I believe you could use the other model's face,” you added once the corset was discarded and your bosom fully exposed to him. “It is intact in your painting.”

“I am afraid your grace cannot be compared.”

You exhaled nervously when your shaking hands reached the beginning of your underpants. “Then make justice to it.”

Finally, you stood completely naked before him and didn't dare to be modest about it.

“Paint me.”

You walked to the couch and laid in a similar position as the model in his painting.

“I cannot ask that of you.” He tried one last time, gathering all the strength in his body… You were a lady, and he was a gentleman; no matter how rare that would be of him to stop you. It was not right, but what a sight he had before him.

“Then it is good that I offered.” you refuted.

He doubted for longer than he is willing to admit, but ultimately approached you with hesitant steps.

“Allow me,” he whispered as he reached you. You nodded, and he accommodated your head so you would be looking up at the ceiling and your hands to cover what could be seen of your face to his art's convenience delicately. His touch, hot, caused goosebumps on your skin. A gasp left your lips. “You truly are beautiful.”

“Thank you.” you mumbled.

Benedict returned to the canvas, telling himself he could do this.

He shouldn't.

But if your face wouldn't be seen, it would do no harm. Only you and him would know it's you.

A few hours had passed and the night had fallen. It was difficult to paint with the growing darkness hiding your features, so he left his piece for a second to find some candles.

Before he returned to the canvas, you spoke. “Am I doing it well?”

“You certainly are,” he praised you. “A natural indeed.”

You had goosebumps once again.

What is wrong with me?, you asked yourself.

How could Benedict, of all people, make you feel like this? How could he control the speed of your heartbeat with mere words? How could he turn your skin into a burning mess that acted as if it was freezing? How could he make your hands sweat each time he got closer? How could he make you forget how much you despised him after he said he loved you?

How did he love you? He said you were family, but he did not dare to call you a sister like his siblings always do. No, this was a different kind of love: the kind of love you read about in the romance novels you have stolen from his library, because that is the way you were feeling near his presence, under his stare, at his touch.

“Come here,” you commanded long before you thought what you would say. He complied, flying to you like a moth to a flame, but you were sunlight: billions of times more powerful, and you could consume him long before he dared to reach you. He felt like a moth with wigs made of wax, melting with each step that brought him close to you. Gladly. “How do you love me, Benedict?”

“What?”

It was unbelievable that a man of words like him could act so clueless, but there he was. Oblivious to your passion, not to mention his.

“I have always been your Mama's daughter and your brothers and sisters' sister. But I have never been yours,” you mentioned. “Why, if you love me so?”

“Y/N…” His hand caressed your face, and you took the other to put it on your left breast where he could feel your heart beating.

“Kiss me if what my beating heart says about your love is true.” It was an order, and that heart of yours was certainly right.

And right then, he knew he was careless of his own insignificance. He would fly as high as the melting wax allowed him to and fall as deep into the ocean as his own weight imposed.

He could drown and disappear, live and die for this moment. For all the frustration that has haunted him all those years of loathing and yearning. For his sunlight, for you.

He kissed you, and you returned the kiss as if your lips had ever touched others before.

They haven't.

They shouldn't.

But they are now.

It was an angry kiss. Wet, carnal, breathless, hot, feral, everything.

His lips did not caress yours or danced with yours, no; they fought and devoured yours, and you gave in.

It was exquisite but depraved in a way you couldn't bring yourself to explain, and you absolutely loved it.

Once the kiss ended, you were the first to talk. “Take it all off.”

He breathed out, nerves he does not recall to have ever felt scared his determination away.

He felt as pathetic as those men he threatened to ruin if they were to set foot in the same room as you ever again, and he took off his clothes with the urgency of a task set by the scary educator of his childhood.

You looked at him, took it all in, and gave him space to lay beside you.

“It's just us, Benedict…” you let out, your breath blending with his. “You can love me now.”

His cue.

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napakmahal · 6 months

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Baby Fever

This may or may not be a call out towards myself cause I will swear up and down I don’t want kids then see a baby in public and be like “goo goo gaga”

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that working on slow days is beyond boring. What’s even worse is when the only people that come in on slow days are shitty customers.

“The manners of today’s working class have depleted in ways I cannot fathom!” Hiro came bursting into the back of the café restaurant with a look of disbelief on his face.

Without looking up from his phone, Tadashi answered “Wow those are some big words, little brother, I’m impressed.”

“Shut up!”

You laughed while sitting on the wooden countertop, arms hugging your boyfriend’s back. “What happened?”

Hiro plopped down on the stool in front of the sink and started to rant. “This woman comes in here and she bought a mocha latté and then complained about it being six dollars. Like I’m the one who makes the fricken prices! Surprise, surprise she didn’t have enough. So what did she do? SHE REACHED INTO THE TIP JAR AND GRABBED TWO DOLLARS! But then after I took her order and started making her drink, she followed me around the entire time watching me. She pointed at the simple syrup and was like ‘Can you add another pump?’ LIKE UNLESS YOU’RE GOING TO PAY THE EXTRA 25 CENTS NO I CANNOT! And when I finally gave it to her she said I took too long and that the place down the street makes them faster and they taste better. THEN GO THERE AND STOP WRINGING OUT MY PATIENCE!”

By the end of his story, you and Tadashi were losing your minds over how hard you were laughing. Granted, Hiro being upset wasn’t funny but his storytelling abilities were unmatched.

Customers could be very difficult and earlier that day someone had told Tadashi they wanted a manager because they were being pissy about not being able to get a refund on a drink they ordered and drank half of. If it were any other day, he would have just gone to get his Aunt. But Aunt Cass went out for a girl’s day with her friends since all of them happened to be in town and relatively free at the same time. As you get older, hanging out with friends is a privilege.

A couple of dings from the bell on the front counter rang signaling the arrival of a customer. Hiro’s fight of flight sense kicked in and he practically jumped off the floor.

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head. “I’m not taking them, my workday is over.”

“What?” Your boyfriend looked at his little brother. “It’s been two hours!”

“Yes Tadashi, it has been two hours!” He hissed. “Two hours of my life I will never get back. These people are insane!”

Hiro took off and locked himself in the walk-in pantry. He then proceeded to slam his face into an unopened bag of flour and scream his heart out.

“Oh my gosh, he’s so dramatic.” Tadashi stared at the door of the pantry, listening to his little brother’s muffled cries.

The bell was still ringing outside, the customer was still waiting. You laughed into Tadashi’s back, taking in his smell. Tadashi’s a clean person and not only that, his natural body smell is just pleasant. Just about everything you own smells like him, and you love it.

“Do you want me to get it?” You mumbled against his cardigan.

Your boyfriends turned around to look at you. “What? Why would you do that?”

“Just to help out.” You shrugged.

“Hun, you don’t work here. You really don’t have to.”

You scoffed, “You don’t work here either. Technically.”

“But I live here, so I kinda have to.”

“Tadashi, I practically live here.”

He laughed at that. It was pretty true. The only times you ever really went home were to get things you didn’t have, do your laundry, or if you felt like they were getting sick of you. Plus you never really feel like that anymore because the last time you said you feared Aunt Cass wanted you out of her house she almost started crying. She was afraid she’d done something to make you feel unwelcomed. Besides, you’re her girl in a house full of boys and their bots.

“Are you sure? I can get it, or force Hiro to do it.”

“No, it’s not a big deal.”

He leaned over and pecked you on the lips. “Okay, thank you hunny. I appreciate you so much.”

You walked outside the curtain only to be met with a young couple and their baby. He was holding onto her and trying to rip away a claw clip from her baby grip.

“Yeah, mommy’s clip is pretty.” He said in a small voice. “But we can’t eat it though.”

“What is she doing?” The mom asked looking back at her partner and their baby.

“Trying to eat your clip. I’m telling you she’s going to get sick, last night it was the pen then-”

“Hi there!” You walked towards them smiling. “So sorry about the wait.”

The mom shook her head. “No, it’s fine. We were trying to calm her down anyway.”

“What can I get you guys?”

They went on to order one green apple Italian soda with redbull, an iced hazelnut coffee, and a small warm almond milk with a cake pop. The entire time you were making their drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the babbling of their baby. She was adorable, dressed in a pink sundress and flower-shaped sunglasses. Everything from the sound of the blender to the noise the can of Red Bull made when popped open made her giggle.

During that entire time, you couldn’t help but wonder: What if Tadashi and you had a baby? What would you name them? If it was a boy, then you could name them after him or Hiro. Naomi was a beautiful name for a girl. You could buy them little themed onesies and decorate their rooms. They would say ‘dada’ before ‘mama’ because it’s beyond simple to connect with Tadashi. And they could go to school and crush their science department and say it’s because their dad is a genius.

By the time you snapped back into reality, you’d already made all their drinks and made sure to cool down the small milk for the baby. When you placed everything on the dropoff, the little girl reached her hand down from where she was being held and poked the back of your wrist with her tiny finger.

“Hello there!” You smiled at her. “Aren’t you adorable?”

Your face only made her start to giggle and placed her hand on her chin and flicked it outwards. Thank you in sign language. In return, you placed your hand flat on your chin and pulled it down towards your chest to say ‘You’re welcome’.

“She’s beautiful.” You spoke to her parents. “What’s her name?”

“This is Nyla,” Her mom smiled at her baby. “She just turned ten months, so we’re almost there.”

You gently clapped your hands together, “Oh that’s amazing. Congratulations.”

“What about you?” Nyla’s dad asked.

Her mom joined in on the questioning. “Any little ones?”

You almost choked on your own saliva at their question. I guess to them it didn’t seem too extreme. They barely looked three years older than you.

“No, I don’t. I haven’t been with my current boyfriend long enough for that. And I don’t even know if he wants any.”

Nyla’s mom gave you a sympathetic face. “Well, if you end up wanting any I hope the process is smooth.”

You thanked them and signed “bye” to Nyla. Despite them being gone, the baby fever they’d given you without trying lingered all the way into the night.

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While you were lying on your boyfriend’s bed scrolling on your phone through countless baby videos and falling down the rabbit hole of how skin-to-skin connection works and how to swaddle them correctly so they don’t scratch themselves when they sleep. As your back was turned you felt a dent in the bed as your boyfriend started kissing your back from your tailbone to your shoulder blades.

“What ya’ lookin’ at hun?” He plopped down next to you and started snaking his arms around your waist.

“Just scrolling,” You kept your answer vague out of fear of freaking him out. “Hey, did you know that if you rub a teething baby’s mouth with warm garlic it will make them feel better than cold cloths?”

Tadashi kissed the side of your jaw, the tingle of his minty toothpaste prickling your skin. “I did not, that’s pretty cool.”

“When you swaddle babies you’re supposed to get them little mittens because they have really sharp fingernails.” You added.

Tadashi’s face contorted with confusion. “Why all this baby talk? What are you watching?”

“Just a bunch of baby videos.”

“Why?”

You sighed and put the phone down to turn your body down and look him in the eyes. “Well, while I was helping those customers earlier. They had such a cute baby and we just talking about having kids and stuff and I think they gave me like- baby fever or something.”

To your surprise, he started to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” You poked.

“I’m sorry,” He grabbed your wrists. “I didn’t mean to laugh, you just caught me off guard.”

Your heart flipped in your chest out of nervousness. Had you freaked him out? “Is that bad?”

“No, no it’s not.” He assured you. “So, you want a baby?”

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. “I mean, right now yeah but then I think about like the birth process and then I’m like ‘nuh unh.’”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you’d make a fantastic mom.” Tadashi smiled into your neck.

You leaned over and rammed your head into his stomach. “Can we have one?”

The feeling of Tadashi’s stomach fluctuating while he laughed pushed against your head. “Maybe later, hun.”

“So you do want kids?”

He grabbed you by the face and forced you to look back up at him. “Yeah, I’ve told you that before. I’ve said I want a daughter, and I want her to look like you, and I want to decorate her room and throw her birthdays, and go to all her school and sports events.”

“I want her to have your nose.” You admitted.

Tadashi started laughing and shaking his head. “No, no she will get bullied. Trust me I know.”

“No matter son or daughter, they should take Japanese lessons.” You added.

“Yeahhhh,” Tadashi breathed through his teeth. He knew enough Japanese to ask someone for very general directions. But the second a native speaker started talking a little too fast, all his comprehension skills started to deplete.

You could have kids in future years, when you had a shared place and both of you were done with school. Besides, it’s not like anything at all could break the two of you apart.

#baymax #big hero six #big hero 6 #tadashi hamada #hiro hamada #bh6 x reader #tadashi hamada x reader #hiro hamada x reader #disney #fanfic #napakmahal #baby fever

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itneverendshere · 3 months

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alrighty imagine rafe feeling jealous for the first time in his life and absolutely not knowing how to navigate through it, so he just takes it out on you 🤗 he's down bad so it's funny

just a lil something for y'all:

rafe cameron does not get jealous.

why would he? he has the world at his feet—wealth, status, popularity, and seemingly limitless opportunities. got everything he wants and needs in his perfect kook-life, right? there’s absolutely nothing that could make him envious of others. he’s been moving through life with a sense of entitlement, accustomed to getting what he wants when he wants it.

that earth-shattering confidence translates into his sexual life. if there was such a thing as mastering the subtle art of not giving a fuck, god, he’d get a nobel prize for that shit.

rafe likes to indulge in the pleasures of his fantastic mortal life without the burden of attachment of commitment, just thinking about tying himself up to someone else makes him want to drive his jeep into the nearest wall.

that’s not the life he wants. that kind of bullshit gets people depressed or killed; he’s seen enough of that kind of misery in his lifetime.

he knows he’s got a reputation by now. it precedes him, and he revels in it. and people say he’s a bad guy? please, he’s doing the entire female community a favor. there’s no point in restricting his independence for one person.

no feelings involved, no clinging, and no, he’s not fucking cuddling someone after he just blew his load into their back. The women he involves himself with know what they’re getting themselves into when they open their pretty legs for him.

it’s great.

no stupid headaches, no fights, no “why didn’t you text me back?”, complete radio silence unless they want something from him or vice versa. sure, there have been a few girls who needed a collective reminder of his rules, which he does by always cutting them off.

no one’s ever made him want to throw his philosophy out the window. can you imagine that happening? rafe cameron…feeling…something other than complete horniness for someone else? enough to make him want to commit capital murder when someone else thinks they’re entitled to touch what’s his?

no, of course not.

that’d be insane. completely impossible. rafe cameron would never get his perfect hands dirty with filth. not in this universe or lifetime.

or so he thought.

“you have a real problem, you know that?”

if looks could kill he’d be seven feet under. you’re shooting daggers at him through your pretty eyes, hands settling on your hips. if he wasn’t raging with misplaced anger issues, he’d tell you how fucking beautiful you look tonight.

“me?” rafe grits out as he sticks his fingers into his chest, “you want to talk about problems, sweetheart?” his words drip with venom, a thinly veiled attempt to deflect the intensity of his own emotions.

you don’t back down, though, gaze steady and unwavering as you meet his challenge, “i’m not the one who just punched the living shit out of someone else!”

rafe's lip curl into a mocking smirk. "whose fault is that?” he quips, the barb aimed squarely at your intellect.

a violent urge to strangle him takes hold of you, anger nipping at your skin, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

he doesn’t know why he did it. all he remembers was that in that moment, while watching you entertain someone else, he wanted to snap someone’s neck in half. and he’d be damned if he didn't get what he wanted.

rafe’s head tilts, oh so slowly, to the side, pretty blue eyes burning your skin, “i’m not the one letting some sleazy bastard get their hands under my slutty dress.”

that didn’t come out right.

it made much more sense in his head. he doesn’t want to admit it, doesn’t want to acknowledge the gnawing jealousy that threatens to consume him whole.

“slutty dress?! this is vintage versace you possessive lunatic!”

“so fucking what?” he saunters closer, seemingly calm, except that’s the one thing that he never is, “did they run out of fabric in Italy?”

you watch him, a little mesmerized by the way the moonlight accentuates his features, heart pounding. he stops in front of you.

you must’ve taken a good hit to the head if you believe rafe cameron feels anything for you besides some sort of allure to your cunt. you know better than that. you open your mouth to speak, but rafe’s quick to lift one of his hands, tapping your lip with his finger.

“this is supposed to be like— a casual thing, right?” he exhales a breath, voice barely louder than a murmur.

you tip your chin up, “what are you getting at?’”

“no strings. so, i really shouldn't be this fucking pissed about seeing you post a picture with that asshat face, smiling, his arm around you. that stupid fucking caption.”

straightening your posture, you don’t let his sugar-coated confession get to you, remaining silent for the time being. what’s his deal? is the devil spawn...confessing?

“speaking of photos…i just looked at a really cute one of you before, can you guess which one?”

and watch that picture be the one where you're on all fours in his truck's backseat lmao😃👀

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harmonysanreads · 4 months

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Imagine Corrupted!Alhaitham in the Sumeru Hexagon AU who's a walking nightmare.

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Because of exposure to some mysterious phenomena in the desert, a part of Alhaitham becomes “corrupted” and takes control over his body. The uncorrupted remains of his consciousness are still there, but, against the more powerful force, he's resigned to a backseat—until he figures out a way to take back control, that is.

Corrupted!Alhaitham finds you lovely, if not a little stupid for always prioritizing other people's needs. Not to worry, he'll educate you on the proper path in no time! Unlike regular Alhaitham, he exchanges shame with boldness in letting his intentions be known. If you think hearing Alhaitham say some of the most outrageous things with the most blank expression known to humankind is unnerving, think again, because, Corrupted!Alhaitham never stops smiling. It's a mocking, condescending and arrogant smile that makes you wish the earth would split open and swallow you whole already.

Instead of obsessing over a perfect plan like his ‘other self’, Corrupted!Alhaitham is spontaneous and does whatever he feels like doing at any given moment. This has brought along massive criticisms from his counterpart, but, it's not like he listens to his ‘nagging’. Alhaitham likes to follow rules and routines, Corrupted!Alhaitham loves breaking them.

Alhaitham resorts to many (marginally discreet) methods to learn about you, Corrupted!Alhaitham just corners you and demands you tell him everything. He thinks rationale and logicality are only impediments if he wants to claim something, which appalls Alhaitham. Corrupted!Alhaitham is much more ambitious and might even re-apply for the position of Grand Sage, not for knowledge or anything— but, for the absolute power the position would grant him.

The worst part of this is, his unhinged behavior is only reserved for you. The majority of people won't believe his change to begin with because of his ‘normal’ behavior in public, but, on top of that, Corrupted!Alhaitham blackmails you to not even think about telling anyone. After all, if normal Alhaitham can act insane, his counterpart can act 'normal' for a certain duration of time as well. If ‘Normal Alhaitham’ and Corrupted!Alhaitham can reach a consensus though, they'd be unstoppable. One with the perfect plans to ruin the competition and another unhesitant in executing them, they'll no doubt be deadly. But, judging by how often they clash, that's unlikely to happen very soon.

Or, imagine Corrupted!Alhaitham in the Vampire AU—however, this time as Vampire!Alhaitham's twin brother who few people know of. Corrupted!Alhaitham discovers that Vampire!Alhaitham was keeping you, someone he was tasked to ‘get rid of’, hidden from the Vampire Lords. He threatens Vampire!Alhaitham that he'll tell the lords about this unless, he shares you with him. It wasn't an easy negotiation though, but, brotherhood won in the end I guess?

Corrupted!Alhaitham doesn't love you like his twin and neither will he ‘protect’ you for your sake. At first, he only saw you as his blood bank. To him, you're an interesting creature he likes to poke and push for his entertainment. Heavens save you should you be alone with him. Vampire!Alhaitham isn't a saint either, after all, he did agree to this. He treats this as some sort an experiment as well, maybe one of your endurance or, if his twin will end up with the same feelings as him. After some time, Corrupted!Alhaitham might admit to himself that he's.. fond of you—but, only because you entertain him so well!

any brainrots on corrupted!alhaitham are warmly welcomed in my asks :>

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elliesdirtywifebeater · 9 months

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Desperate

pairing: seattle!abby x immune!reader

CW: oral (r!receiving), degrading, cursing, dom!abby, sub!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, fingering, prasing, face riding, description of readers injury.

summary: you and abby encountered an ambush of infected during a patrol, and on your way to safety a runner forced you into hand to hand combat. In the heat of the turmoil you were met with a pretty nasty scratch on your abdomen. once you and abby reached a safe space she patched you up, but so much more happened than what you planned.

a/n: this is my first smut story in like 3 years so i apologize if it isnt that good😭

"fuck that was close" abby mumbled out of breath

"no fucking shit, i almost died" you huffed out as abby sat you down on a couch you guys finally found on the far end of the desolated library.

"yeah well you fucking didnt." she replied with an insolent tone that made you scoff.

"dont act like it wasnt partially your fault, if you knew where we were going this wouldnt have happened. youre so lucky i wasnt anyone else." you mumbled the last bit as you gave her a glance through your eyelashes.

Her only response was a slight mean mug.

"dont make me wipe that stupid look off your fucking face anderson."

"whatever y/n. lets just clean you up so we can get back to base."

Abby reached into her bag grabbing rags, alcohol and tape. "dont move. unless you wanna make this harder for the both of us." she stated and followed along with a smart remark "like you do any other time"

Abby kneeled down infront of you lifting your shirt up revealing a 3 inch long slight gash on your lower abdomen, with it still bleeding abby soaked a rag in alcohol and gently placed it on top of your wound.

you let out a hiss and grip abbys arm, she jolted slightly from the unexpected contact.

sunlight slowly made itself known in the library as it shone through the windows, shining down onto abby with beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Her skin had a subtle tan making her freckles look perfect, her single braid lose and messy as a few strands fell in her face.

the way your admiring her features you completely zoned out, not even feeling the pain of the pressure that was being applied to your aching stomach.

her sweaty rosey skin turned you on, her gentle yet heavy touch as she patched you up, being nothing but mear inches away from her fired you up as you feel your core heating up. just looking at her could have you finish right then and there. hurt or not all you wanted in the moment was her all over you.

as you catch yourself slipping your bottom lip between your teeth you snap out of this trance you trapped yourself in.

"fuck." you mumbled, which earned a mild concerned look from abby. "am i being too rough?" she whispered and looked up at you.

shaking your head you lightly grip your thigh digging your nails into yourself to try and fight away the disgusting thoughts you were creating.

it didnt go unnoticed as she grabbed your hand to remove it "tell me the truth y/n whats goin on with you" she tilted her head to the side slightly awaiting your reply

your eyes meet hers and all you can give in response is a longing gaze that lied within you.

abby rested her hands on your upper thigh which made your breath hitch "abby.." you spoke quiet enough for just the both of you to hear.

"aw y/n... am i making you nervous?" she questioned as her grip grew slightly stronger, causing your face to flush into a deep red.

she inched closer, mocking you as a cheap grin grew on her lips that you desired more than life itself. the things she could do to you with her mouth alone drove you absolutely insane.

you tripped over your own words before being able to speak, "n-no of course not."

the feeling she gave you was something you never felt before, you squirmed in the spot you sat in letting a small subtle whimper escape your mouth.

abbys hands began wandering your figure as she questioned you once more "why dont you use your pretty little mouth to tell me what you really want hm?"

your lips parted as you make an attempt to leave your shocked daze "abby.. please.." you say leaning forward.

abby stood up to hover over you, resting her hand on the back of the couch. she used her other to push a few fly aways behind your ear, then slowly brushing her thumb across your bottom lip.

you heart is racing and its obvious by the way your breathing picks up and how you grip the couch on either sides of you.

"youre so pathetic. already a mess and ive barely touched you." she had an alluring tone to her voice that youve never heard before.

your clit a throbbing mess, you slowly reach down your pants and towards your slit.

abby removed your hand, holding both of your wrist behind your head she shook her head softly. "be a good girl for me and tell me how bad you wanna be touched." she spoke with barely any space between our faces.

"please abby please touch me, i wanna feel good." you whimper out and seconds later you feel her lips crash against yours as if shes been craving this just as long as you have.

abby licks your bottom lip, you allow her to deepen the kiss, soft moans fill up the vacant library.

abby freed one of her hands pulling out of the kiss and grabbed your jaw. "such a fucking whore" she grumbled.

you watched her every move as she sat down next to you. "stand up for me" she stated, and you did just as she said. she sat back and examined you, bitting her lip she sat up and gently grabbed your hips "fuck your beautiful."

you rest your hands on abbys shoulders as she brought you closer.

looking down you notice abby undoing your pants as she began to pull them down. a nervous feeling develops in your stomach.

"abby.." you began to speak and abby looked up at you stopping what she was previously doing "do you want me to stop? " she asked.

"be gentle." you stated before abby continued and commented "i cant make any promises"

as abby slid your panties you looked up to hide the embarrassment in your face. you shivered at the touch of her cold fingers graze your entrance.

"youre already so wet for me baby" her thumb drew circles around your swole clit earning soft moans from you.

you grab a handful of abbys hair as her movements grew quicker "fuck anderson" you managed to spew out between moans.

your body tenses and your legs become weaker by the second as your about to finish. abby notices and pulls her hand away from your heat, you moan out but not from pleasure.

you look down at her annoyed, she meets your gaze as she lays down pulling you on top of her. "ride my face." she demanded.

a wave of shock took over your body as you sat there staring down at the blonde "w-what?" you asked.

"dont act dumb, you heard me pretty." she replied with a menacing smirk on her lips.

"but what if-" she cut you off "dont give me any excuses. just do it." abby demanded once more and you obliged.

you move yourself up abbys frame, hovering over her face with your legs wide open you couldnt believe what was going on.

you take a deep breath but it was then cut off as abby grasped your hips bringing you down onto her wanting mouth.

a loud moan left your body as abbys tongue went to town on your already throbbing cunt. trusting her tongue at a mild pace, her nose rubbing against your clit with every movement she made drove you off the edge.

you began rocking your hips in an attempt to match her rhythm. your walls began to tighten as for a second time you were reaching your climax.

the grip your thighs had around abby had grew stronger. reaching forward you rested your hand on the arm of the couch for support.

"a-abby m'gonna.." your words trailed off as an orgasm took over your body. moaning abbys name back to back as your orgasm softened.

abby swallowing every bit of you cause even more stimulation making your back arch "f-fuck thats enough" you whined out, but abby wasnt finished. she was starving, she wanted to taste you until you were in tears.

she slightly lifted you off her lips as she spoke "im not finished pretty, now why dont you wanna be a good little girl for me and take it." she had a darkness to her voice that gave you goosebumps.

without warning she slamed you down back onto her face and resumed the rapid movements she had moments ago.

your eyes slam shut down as an overwhelming feeling took over your body, your legs twitched and your breathing was heavy.

you threw your head back from all the pleasure, barely being able to get a moan out you were about to cum for a second time.

as your climax hit you were mumbling nonsense, abby was still moving swallowing you. she licked you clean, she needed every drop of you.

tapping your legs she signals you to get up and you do just that, she sat up licking her lips and gave you a look as she leaned over.

"you have no ides how long ive been waiting to do that." she whispered and you tilted your head and let a small smile creep up on your face. "yeah?" you replied.

"yeah." she spoke as she pushed hair behind your ear and placed her hand on the side of your face.

your heart was racing as she pulled you into a deep kiss.

guiding you down she hovered over you using her free hand to reach up your shirt and lightly pinch your nipples causing you to whimper in the kiss.

her cold skin against yours gave you a whole new feeling. you both pull away for air as abby spoke, "god you're amazing" she said quietly.

"i feel amazing." you replied.

you both jumped as you heard someone come in, you quickly stood up and threw on your underwear, pants and shoes in a panic. "shitshitshit why now" you mumbled annoyed.

you sat down as you finished, only for you two to be met with an equally annoyed owen. "where the hell have you two been???" he questioned, but didnt get a reply from either of you "yall should have been back 15 minutes ago what the hell" he stated.

you parted your lips to explain but he cut you off "i dont wanna hear your excuses just bring your asses" he said walking back towards the entrance.

you find yourself letting go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding as abby stood up in front of you. "jesus we've had one too many close calls today" she said with a small laugh. rolling your eyes and turning your head away abby grabs your chin forcing you to meet her gaze.

"i want you to come over later." she whispered, scared of owen hearing. you nod and she gives you a deep kiss in which you reciprocate.

abby pulls away and grabs her bag before jogging to the entrance to meet with owen.

you stand there not knowing how to comprehend what the hell just happened. all you know is that it's the best thing that's ever happened to you.

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x reader #the last of us #the last of us smut #gxg #lemon #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #tlou2 #Spotify

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milaisreading · 8 months

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How about this one. a scenario where the manager goes out with her older step-brother on a siblings date. But the bllk 11 boys thought she was having a boyfriend and such and chaos start going everywhere:D? Love your writings btw!!💕

Author: I had this sitting in my drafts for abt 4 days, since smn else requested it too!! Hope u like it and thank you for the request 🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Nagi, put down the knife." Rin warned as his eyebrow twitched. The albino groaned and put the item on the table. Rin rolled his eyes and continued glaring at the scene in front of him, until he noticed something from the corner of his eyes.

"Reo, who are you texting?" The billionaire heir looked up from his phone and huffed.

"I am writing the others what had happened. They are on their way here."

"They are what? Are you insane?" Isagi asked, finally wrestling a fork out of Nagi's hands.

"Did you seriously plan on stabbing the guy's eyes out with that thing?" Chigiri asked, never once looking away from the horrific scene in front of them.

What was going on? Why were these 5 boys.... agitated to say the least? And why was Nagi asking people, in the restaurant, to give him their knives?

"I am sorry about him." Reo sighed, flushing from the embarrassment and pulled Nagi away from the guests.

"Why are they so close?" Chigiri bit on his napkin, glaring at the older looking boy sitting across from (Y/n). The 5 boys felt their hearts get pierced as the saw (Y/n) laughed at something the older looking boy said.

"What did he say?" Rin muttered, eyes narrowing.

"I don't know.... but they do look very cozy with how close they are. Do you think the dude is her... boyfriend?" Isagi said, gagging at the last word.

"No no no, absolutely not. He looks too old for her." Reo said, frowning as they observed them from their table. Luckily for them, they were far away from (Y/n)'s table for her to notice them... but that also meant they couldn't hear anything.

"Do you think (Y/n) is into older looking guys? What a hassle, now I have to grow a beard." Nagi groaned.

"Please don't, unless you want to scare off everyone... but I am curious as to what that dude is to (Y/n)." Rin said.

"We are here."

"Where is the asshole who took my manager away?"

"Our manager, Otoya."

The five looked up and saw Hiori, Karasu and Otoya approach their table, all three seething in anger.

"They are over there."Chigiri said, glaring at the table.

"That lame guy? I should feel insulted that she picked him over me." Otoya blinked in disbelief as Hiori stuck his tongue out.

"He looks sleazy. How did (Y/n) fall for that guy?"

"There is literally 0 significance about him... what does he have that I don't?" Karasu wondered, nt believing she would settle for someone like him.

"Is the rest coming?" Chigiri questioned.

"Barou, Aryu, Bachira Tokimitsu, and Yukimiya said they are on their way. Kurona, Gagamaru, Niko, and Kunigami sadly can't make it. So I am keeping them updated on everything." Reo said simply.

"Eh." Isagi gasped, causing the rest to look at him in an alarmed manner.

"What?" Otoya asked, as the boy pointed at the table. The rest looked at the table, and their eyes either narrowed or widened in shock as they watched the unknown man pat their manager on the head. Karasu and Nagi kept quiet, not believing their eyes, meanwhile Chigiri and Rin tried to walk over to them, and save (Y/n) from the unknown man, but got held back by Isagi and Reo.

"What now? Can I kill him now?" Otoya asked, earning a nod from Rin.

"No... no listen. We can't cause a scene now, (Y/n) will be disappointed in us if we do." Reo started.

"Then what are we supposed to do? We can't let that guy steal (Y/n)." Nagi argued, earning a nod from Karasu.

"Besides, (Y/n) will-"

"She is leaving. They are both leaving." Isagi and Chigiri said, watching the duo keenly as the guy paid for the food and left the restaurant.

"Well, let's follow them." Rin told the group, earning a nod in agreement.

"At least he wasn't complete trash to let her pay for her own food." Otoya rolled his eyes, quickly following after the duo.

'I could have bought her better food.' Reo growled, texting the rest what was going on.

"Such a loser. An insect and nobody compared to me." Rin muttered in anger.

"I really want to kick a football into that ugly face." Nagi thought, an unfamiliar sense of anger taking over his body. Karasu rolled his eyes, just as mad as Nagi.

"I might assist you there."

"Isagi, do you really think (Y/n) likes that guy? They were pretty close." Chigiri said in worry, the blue-eyed ace giving his friend an unsure smile.

"No... I believe they are just close friends... there is no way (Y/n) will replace us with him." Isagi said, dread filling up his body.

Shortly after they started following the duo, the group of guys had walked into Bachira, Barou, and Yukimiya, who were less than pleased with the sight of (Y/n) laughing at something the taller said.

'I will crush him! I should be the only one to make her laugh! Not that loser.' Bachira clenched his fists as they followed them through Shibuya, trying to hold himself back from punching the guy.

'What does she even see in him? He can't even dress properly nor does he have the looks worthy of (Y/n)'s attention.' Yukimiya rolled his eyes, the familiar feeling of jealousy hitting him again.

"He probably smells like dogs." Otoya grumbled.

"And has the personality of a brick."

"And the looks of a poorly done pavement." Karasu and Chigiri added in.

"Barou, please don't cause a scene." Isagi begged quietly as the taller was held back by Reo and Nagi. Barou himself was the calmest among the group, but he was losing it rather quickly after they witnessed the unknown guy remove something from her hair.

'That bastard will eat dirt soon.' Barou's glare was scaring every unsuspecting person by now. But oddly enough, Rin was the calmest. His reason? Simple, it's because in his mind, nobody can beat him. He was a captain, after all!

'What sort of fashion nonsense does he have?! Those pants with that shirt?!' Aryu thought, watching as (Y/n) and the guy were looking through some clothes at the mall. (Y/n) was showing the guy a cute, pink top, very glamorous in Aryu's opinion, and the boy was smiling proudly at her taste. But the sweet moment of Aryu swooning over her was interrupted by the guy showing her some jeans she could pair it with. Aryu chocked on his spit as he saw it.

'He will ruin her outfit!! That should be me buying clothes with her!!'

Tokimitsu was meanwhile pouting as he was watching the duo. He didn't like how close they looked. He also didn't like how much that guy was more than him. The guy was way more talkative and more brave to say things that were on his mind.

'I can't even compare to him...' Tokimitsu thought as he was told by Aryu to go meet up with the rest, since they were waiting for the two at the food court.

Rin wasn't much worried about the guy taking hi-their manager away, after all, relationships change and Rin doesn't believe this guy will be able to hold (Y/n)'s attention for too long. Sure, he was jealous that he wasn't the one sitting across from her right now, talking and laughing over nonsense. But worried? No. Currently, Rin, Isagi, and Reo were sitting near the table (Y/n) was sat at, and kept an eye on the guy, just in case. The conversations were bland, to the trio, and nothing indicated that they were a couple.

"Maybe they are just close friends?" Reo suggested, looking at Isagi.

"Probably. We may have jumped to conclusions too fast." Isagi laughed nervously

"You did, lukewarms." Rin added in, earning glares from the two.

"You were jealous too." They said in unison.

"I remember that! That was while you played basketball." The three stopped talking and paid close attention to what (Y/n) was saying. The trio sat a few tables away, but were able to make out some things they were talking about.

"Ahh~ you remember that? It was so embarrassing, especially after we didn't qualify for the nationals." The guy chuckled.

'Loser.' Rin and Reo thought, while Isagi flinched a little. Remembering how he felt after Ichinan lost.

"Win, lose who cares? I really admired how well you took the loss and acted all gracefully over it during the interview. A real captain." At the last sentence, Rin stiffened and his heartbeat quicken. She never complimented anyone om their captain skill, other than him!!

'What was that?!' He thought, eyes narrowing.

"Uhm... Rin?" Isagi muttered, sharing a few worried glances with Reo.

"Earth to Rin?" The billionaire heir said, waving his hand in front of his eyes.

"You think so? I think I was a decent captain." The guy added in.

"You were the best."

That last part caused Rin to finally snap and he got out of his chair, he was ready to murder now.

"Who does that piece of trash think he is?" He muttered, sending warning glares at Reo and Isagi, who were trying to calm him down.

Without another word, the younger Itoshi walked up to the table, clearing his throat to get their attention.

"Huh?" The guy muttered, looking at Rin in confusion.

"Rin? What a surprise! I didn't take you for a mall guy." (Y/n) smiled, unaware what was going on the whole time. She looked past the taller boy, seeing Reo and Isagi approach them.

"And you are here with Isagi and Reo? An unlikely combination." She joked a little, causing the 3 to relax a little as she laughed.

"We were just walking around, and wanted to say hi. It's all." Isagi said, wearing his usual smile.

"Yeah, it was a surprise seeing you here, too." Reo added in. The trio talked, ignoring the glares Rin was sending the older guy, who grew more and more unnerved at the stare.

"And you are here with..." Isagi started, sending a suspicious look towards the guy.

"Oh! This is my older brother, (B/n) (L/n)." (Y/n) answered, pointing at the older boy excitedly.

The trio felt their glares soften and they blinked a few times.

"Brother?!" Reo exclaimed.

"Is there an issue?" (B/n) wondered, suspicious of the trio.

"N-not at all! It's just-"

"We couldn't tell you two were siblings." Rin interrupted Isagi rather bluntly. (Y/n) laughed at that as her brother rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, we are half siblings."

"We get that a lot, don't worry, Isagi." She said, seeing the embarrassed look on his face.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, I am Reo Mikage." The purple-haired boy said kindly, trying hard to not make a bad impression on him.

"Isagi Yoichi, it's nice to meet you." The blue-eyed boy added in.

"Itoshi Rin." The now embarrassed Itoshi said, looking away with a huff.

'He is like a child.' Reo and Isagi facepalmed.

"So this is the team..." The older (L/n) muttered, eyeing the trio up and down, shrugging his shoulders right after. The three held their breaths, wondering what he meant by all of that.

"Aha! Told you they are great!"

"You... you talked about us?" Reo asked in shock.

"Constantly." The brother rolled his eyes, earning a pout from (Y/n).

"I am impressed, slightly." He added in monotonously.

"That's like the nicest thing you said about any of my friends." (Y/n) gasped. Hearing that, the three felt their spirits perk up a little. There was still hope for them!

"Do you guys want to sit and eat with us?" She asked, earning a no from Reo.

"Sorry, we have to...uhm..."

"We need to buy something and quickly go home! Sorry (Y/n), maybe next time!" Isagi quickly added in. The trio quickly after walked away, leaving the siblings a little confused.

"They are weird." (B/n) said.

"But a good kind of weird!" She defended them in return.

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #manager reader #blue lock requests #reo mikage #chigiri hyoma #itoshi rin #yukimiya kenyu #barou shouei #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #karasu tabito #otoya eita #nagi seishiro

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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You were completely and utterly unbearable in his eyes.

Megumi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: name calling, public sex, unprotected sex, creampies, fucking while on the phone with someone else, drunk sex, rough sex, slapping, biting, degrading, overstimulation, more creampies

A/N: I aspire to write smut elegantly, it just never fucking happens. I had fun writing this though :)) also trying to find a new layout for the fics I post. Everyone always makes theirs look so aesthetically pleasing and I struggle LMAO This is unedited and not proof read — like always — so plz disregard any spelling errors. Unless they are major… then plz tell me

Word count 12.9k

Even the clicking of your pen was absolutely insufferable. Megumi’s whole body felt as if it had been doused in hot water, anger flooding him from the ends of his unruly hair all the way to his toes. “Could you stop that.” His tone was tense, jaw clenched tightly as his words barely slipped past his gritted teeth. “No.” Was all you uttered back, light and airy as if not a single thing could bother you. You haven't even taken your eyes off of the page you were studying to address him. That alone, infuriated him even more.

“Stop clicking your pen.” He didn’t like repeating himself, his fists tightened as he waited for your likely snotty response. “Like I said, no.” Again, not missing a single beat. Your eyes remained focused on your textbook, a small smirk on your face as you felt his leg begin to bounce under the table. You had gotten to know your lab partner pretty well over the course of the semester. Enough to know he hated your guts, also enough to know his little manursims when he was mad. Bouncing his leg was a clear sign you were getting under his skin. Just how you wanted to, just how you loved to.

Silence fell over the two of you, your pen still clicking, Megumi’s leg still bouncing. You always seemed to win these battles, typically because the man across from you would get up and storm away. If you were correct, he’d be getting up and leaving in less than five minutes. Time ticked by slowly, your finger never once stopping as you clicked your pen again and again and again. “Could you fucking quit it already!” Megumi’s fist hit the table, eyes sharp as a blade making contact with your own. “Could you fucking quit asking me? The answer is and always will be no.”

It was a staring match now, the only thing filling the quiet library was the click click click of your pen. Really you were both quite lucky it was so late at night and nobody on campus was stupid enough to be pent up in here on a Friday night… technically now Saturday morning. Instead of speaking, Megumi’s arm swung forward, aiming to pull or knock the pen right out of your hand. Instead you leaned back in your chair, laughing as you dodged his simple attack. “What are you? Four?” Bold words coming from someone who was slowly driving a man to insanity with a pen.

“For fuck sake, stop clicking the fucking pen.” He was seething yet too lazy to get out of his chair and return to his dorm. You just shook your head, clicking it over and over with a shit eating grin plastered to your face. One Megumi was aching to wipe clean off. His mind was always full of ways to get under your skin in the same ways you’d get under his. Yet some part of him figured it was better to be the bigger person. He’d only have to deal with you for a few more weeks, then the semester would be over. You’d no longer be his lab partner and you’d likely never see eachother again unless it was in passing.

“You are such a child.” You snorted, holding the pen out of reach and clicking it in rapid succession to drive your point home. Megumi had gotten out of his seat now, nearly lunging across the table for it. You laughed, loud and obnoxious as he missed for a second time. “Look at you! Throwing a damn tantrum. Aren’t you supposed to be like twenty or something?” Megumi just glared at you, one knee resting on the table while he watched your finger press down on the pen’s button again and again. He didn’t know what to do next, swallow his pride and sit back down or grab for the pen a second time.

He chose the other route, this time actually making his way over the table to grab the pen from your hand. Instead of triumphantly getting the pen away from you, things took a disastrous turn. You had leaned too far back in your chair, losing balance completely and landing flat on your back. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Megumi had lost his footing. He too fell straight off the table, landing on top of you with a loud thump. You both laid in silence for a moment, silence Megumi would have found blissful if it weren’t for the pain radiating in his knees. On The other hand, you were trying to force air back into your lungs.

Air that had been knocked straight out of you when your back hit the floor. Which wasn’t helped when Megumi went and put his whole body weight on you only a second later. After a second, he forced himself up, both hands caging in your head as he looked down at you. “This is your fault.” His cheeks were rosy, lips seeming to quiver as he looked at you. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You huffed, the back of your head was throbbing from where you smacked it. “And get the fuck off of me.” You spat out after, eyes looking down to see Megumi straddling you. He caught on, immediately shifting off of you.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just stopped with that damn pen.” He moved to stand, not bothering to help you as you pulled yourself off the ground. “I’m done for tonight.” You sat on the ground in silence, watching him grab his laptop and textbook before storming out of the library, your pen still in his hand. Once he was gone you let your body relax a bit, a sigh leaving you as you reached up to rub the back of your head. “What a gentleman.” With any luck, you’d given yourself a concussion. The rest of your body would probably be tender by the time you woke up.

You could blame Megumi for that if you really wanted to, considering he practically body slammed you. You began to laugh, pulling yourself off the ground to pack your things as well. There was no way you’d get anything done with the way your head was thrumming. Megumi, however, was practically running back to his dorm, shame flooding his cheeks as he prayed no one would see him. “Get a grip you moron.” He muttered under his breath, head downcast as he tried to use his backpack to shield himself. It wasn’t quite noticeable but he was still mortified, slowly but surely there was a persistent problem growing in his pants.

“It would have happened if it were anyone, it’s natural.” Two bold lies to try and convince himself were actually truths. It only happened because it was you, that simple fact was too much for him to bear. It wasn’t until he reached up to punch in the entry code that he realized he still had your pen in his hand. “Fuck off.” He groaned, tossing it somewhere in the bushes before angrily pressing the numbers in. Megumi was starting to find everything irritating now, especially the issue he was refusing to acknowledge. “Just a few more feet.” He muttered under his breath.

A few more feet and he’d be at his shared dorm, something that still wasn’t used too. He missed his high school years for a moment, his own bedroom and bathroom all to himself on a quiet campus. Now he was at a bustling university campus in the heart of Tokyo, per Gojo’s request. It was all because the man sweet talked them into giving him, Nobara and Yuji a free ride. Now he shared a room with the pink haired man, as much as he loved him, living with him was proving to be too much. Yet semester after semester, he always chose to room with him.

Megumi’s shoulders sagged the moment he reached their room. Hanging on the doorknob was a sign Yuji had made specifically for these situations. “Do not enter” hooked over the door in Yuji’s attempt at nearly handwriting. That sign was to warn Megumi that he had someone in there with him, essentially telling Megumi to respectfully fuck off. “Of all fucking nights.” He could scream now, it was just one bad thing after another at this point. Not only was he annoyed that he couldn’t get him his dorm, he was mad about what the sign reminded him of. The very fact that he hadn’t gotten laid once this semester.

You were the one to blame for that. The stupid lab class he had chosen to take consumed most of his free time, naturally that meant you consumed most of his free time. He had no time to be dragged out to parties with Yuji and Nobara, no time to drunkenly woo a girl or guy back into his bed, no time to even get himself off alone. It was embarrassing, let alone the fact that it was obvious to the pink haired man that his best friend hadn’t gotten his dick wet in months. Megumi wasn’t usually the hook up type but fuck he enjoyed having sex.

He could, unfortunately, push aside his morals so long as he was promised blissful release at the end. “Fucking great.” He muttered again, still standing in place in front of his dorm door, as if that would magically erase the sign. He was left with no place to go, especially right now. Usually he’d just go visit Nobara, the girl had managed to score a dorm suite all for herself. She let him crash there whenever he needed. The bulge in his pants, however, was keeping him from really going anywhere at all. So he sulked off, making his way to the dorm’s common rooms. If he was lucky, it would be empty.

“Dude… can you give me y/n’s number?” They were in the dining hall, students coming and going from every direction, it made Megumi’s whole body feel uncomfortable. “What?” He could have choked on the cereal he was trying to eat, eyes widening almost comically as he looked up. “Y/n’s number, your lab partner?” Megumi rolled his eyes, swallowing his food before speaking. “I know who she is, dumb ass.” His heart was starting to pound now, he’d like to enjoy his time away from you in peace. Yet somehow you always managed to make your way to him in some form or another.

“Oh! My bad dude! You got a thing for her?” Yuji blinked with wide eyes, absolutely not phased by the death glare in Megumi’s eyes. “No I don’t got a thing for her, she’s fucking evil.” He put his spoon down a little harder than necessary. “Y/n? Really?” Yuji seemed shocked, all the while he was bringing more food to his mouth. It took Megumi a second to realize Yuji had referred to you as if he knew you personally. “Wait… do you know her?” His food was completely forgotten now, his full attention was on whatever Yuji would say next.

“I only know of her. She’s good friends with Todo, he said she stopped frequenting his parties once this semester started. He blames you for that, so I’d watch out for him if he ever makes his way on campus.” Of course you’d be friends with Todo, someone Megumi couldn’t stand. Luckily he attended a different university, just a little outside of Tokyo. Still close enough to go on missions if needed. “Wait…” you were friends with all these sorcerers? Yuji tilted his head, waiting for whatever Megumi would question next. “Is she a sorcerer?” How the hell wouldn't he have known sooner?

“No, I don’t think so. I know she can see curses but that’s about it.” Yuji returned to his food, acting as if he didn’t just drop a massive bomb on Megumi. Did you know he was a sorcerer? Had you known all along? “Oh but for real, can I have her number? She’s super hot.” Megumi nearly lost his appetite, “didn’t I tell you she was evil?” He was hoping to deter the conversation elsewhere. He had no valid reason to not give your number to Yuji. “You did, but I like a woman with a sharp tongue. Plus she’s friends with Todo so she must like to party. I think we’d be a great match.” Megumi sighed.

“I’m not just going to give out her number, ask Todo.” Yuji shrugged, finally dropping the topic of you, but not before saying one last thing. “If you like her dude, just tell me and I won’t pursue her.” It was soft, as if he were talking to a temperamental toddler who would throw a fit at any second. “I’m not interested in her.” But he couldn’t tell Yuji he could have you, those words got caught up somewhere in his throat. Yuji just shook his head, fully returning back to his food. Megumi could be utterly impossible sometimes, it would be best to leave you and the subject alone until his best friend could sort his shit out.

His head was pressed to the armrest of the worn down couch in the common room. Who the fuck knows what had taken place on this couch but for now Megumi couldn’t be bothered to care. He was squeezing his eyes shut, willing this dick to calm the fuck down. He was positive he’d have no interruptions, considering it was nearly 3am at this point. Most students would either be sleeping or drunkenly passed out somewhere. The likelihood of someone walking in on him or even remembering what they saw would be slim to none. Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to take the easy solution to solving the crisis in his pants.

“I have no choice.” He muttered softly, head lifting to look down at the insufferable bulge that he couldn’t get to go down. Shakily, he placed a hand over himself, gasping softly as some sort of relief was finally felt. He felt his cheeks turn a deep shade of red as he began fondling himself, the relief slowly turned into pleasure. He didn’t have the courage to undo his pants, he’d settle for this, as mortifying to him as it may be. “How fucking pathetic.” He groaned, head falling back as he found a good rhythm for himself, essentially dry humping his own hand. He tried to let himself relax, still too tense that someone could walk in.

It was one thing to be caught fucking someone on this couch, dry humping your hand? Absolutely horrific. Megumi would be the butt of every joke, some lame, horny college dude that couldn’t get someone in his bed. That only made him move quicker, hips moving to meet his hand as he struggled to reach his release. He was suddenly too caught up in the moment to think of one fatal error he had forgotten to consider. You also lived in this dorm building, meaning you would be the only one awake and sober right now to catch him.

You huffed, realizing you must have left your student ID in your dorm room. You punched in the numbers on the pin pad, it only took an extra second but it was still annoying. As you moved to open the door, you noticed something sitting in the bushes. “How fucking typical.” You laughed as you reached for your pen, the only sign that Megumi had also returned to the dorms. You plucked it from the bush where it had been carelessly discarded. “He really carried it all the way back here.” You chuckled as you entered the fluorescent hallway, your dorm was on the third floor, right above Megumi’s.

You clicked the elevator button, waiting patiently for it to drop to your level and pick you up. Nothing sounded better than a hot shower, some pain relief meds and your cheap twin XL mattress. As you stepped inside the elevator, an earlier conversation with your roommate popped into mind. She had told you to stay out late, maybe not even bother returning to the dorm till early morning. She was going to a party and told you there was no way she’d be returning to your dorm alone. Dread filled you as the elevator made its way up, you may be stranded for the next few hours if a certain sign was on your dorm door.

The elevator dinged, opening up to your room's floor. You stepped out hesitantly, making your way down until you turned the corner and stopped dead in your tracks. Sure enough, the butterfly magnet was slapped halfheartedly to the door. “Fuck.” You moved forward anyways, maybe you could slip in if they were asleep. You pressed your ear to the door, despite it being made of metal, it was still pretty thin. You held your breath, waiting to hear any sign of movement. Sure enough, you could clearly hear sounds you’d rather not. “Fuck off.” You groaned, kicking the metal door, knowing full and well neither of the two inside would be phased.

Your only choice was to head to the common room, maybe you could call Todo and see if he’d pick you up. You padded away, pulling your phone out and scrolling through your contacts. You found Todo, texting him to see if he was still up at such an ungodly hour. After a second of no response you clicked your phone off, shoving it in the back pocket of your shorts. The common room was a floor down, you clicked to summon the elevator and the door opened immediately. “I could probably get some more of the project done.” The throbbing in your skull had turned to a dull ache, more than enough for you to manage while you worked but it would still be annoying.

The elevator dinged again, opening to what you knew as Megumi’s floor. You made your way down the hall at a steady pace, you were in no hurry to spend the rest of your night in the common rooms. As you neared the open archway you froze, soft grunts and rustling met your ears. “Don’t tell me someone is fucking in there…” you whispered so low you barely heard yourself speak. You barged in, ready to make a scene and interrupt whoever it was that was too horny to make it back to their room. Instead, every insult died on your lips, mouth parting in shock at the sight before you. “No fucking way.”

You began to laugh, just as loud and obnoxious as you had in the library. All the color from Megumi’s flushed cheeks disappeared, all the while his hand froze in the worst way possible. “So we are in the same boat? Your roommate is fucking someone right now, right? That’s why you’re jerking off alone in the common room?” You 're still laughing, making your way over to the dingey couch Megumi was sprawled on. You were hovering over him now, watching as he was genuinely too horrified to speak. You hated to admit it but the sight of him desperately trying to get off, had you feeling some sort of way.

It had been a few months after all, judging from the bulge in his sweats, he wouldn’t be half bad. “Do you mind if I join?” You fully expected that to snap him back into reality, ready for the onslaught of curses and names that would be hurtled your way as he demanded you leave him alone. Instead, Megumi nodded, his body moving on autopilot to create some wiggle room for you to straddle him. It almost felt like the man had been put under a trance, absolutely hypnotized but his own lust. You were no better, crawling onto the couch and plopping your covered cunt directly over his bulge.

“How humiliating is this?” You laughed again, hips beginning to rock back and forth. “So fucking horny but too lame to get laid. Your roommate has more game than you, to the point he kicked you out so he could fuck some bitch in peace.” Your hips swiveled, Megumi gulped, hands coming down to hold your waist as you moved. “Though I guess I’m not much better, my room is off limits for the same reason. Kinda jealous I must say, I’d kill to have my back blown out right now.” Your hips moved a little harsher, you could feel the soft prickle of arousal hitting you, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you off. Megumi, though, looked as if he was about to spill in his pants.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Megumi? I’m sure you’re in the same boat as me. That stupid fucking lab took up all our free time. You know how many fucking parties I missed?” You 're getting angry, hips pressing down almost painful against Megumi’s. He felt suffocated, not only by the confines of his pants but by your hips. He hated you, he absolutely hated you, especially as a moan slipped past his lips. “Yeah? Look at you, how fucking pathetic. Letting me grind on you like we are some horny teenagers. You aren’t even trying to take the lead.” You scoffed, moving to stand now, you were fed up with it already.

Megumi’s hands tightened, trying to keep you pressed to him. His release was so close and you up and leave him hanging, he really fucking hated you. “Oh loosen up, I’m not leaving.” You spat at him, pulling yourself to your feet. Before he could even question what you were about to do, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, tossing it somewhere on the floor as you dropped your shorts. You were fully exposed from the waist down, letting Megumi’s eyes hungrily drink in the sight of your cunt. “Pull it out.” You commanded as if it were a natural statement, not even when you were horny did you relax even a bit.

Megumi’s teeth gritted, that same anger filling his body, he did as you asked regardless. He lifted his hips, not exactly liking the idea of his bare skin on the couch below. Right now though, he knew what was coming next, therefore he couldn’t give a shit. You watched with folded arms, holding back a gasp as his cock slapped against his abdomen. Much to your pleasure, he was big, but you wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing you react. “I-I don’t got a condom.” Finally, he managed to speak. “Neither do I, but I don’t really care.” You were straddling his hips again, pushing his sweatshirt up a bit to expose some of his toned abdomen.

You grabbed his base, earning a hiss of “easy.” As you began greedily pumping him. Sticky precum was already smeared along his length from residing in his pants for so long. You had to hold back your groans, you were dying to feel him inside of you. Your hips lifted, angling yourself awkwardly so you could sit on his length, swatting away Megumi’s hands as they attempted to guide you. “Don’t.” You barked back at him, holding him steady as his bulbous head penetrated you. You struggled to hold in a groan, after a few months it really felt like the first time all over again. The stretch was uncomfortable, a burning sensation spreading all the way to your thighs.

You pushed past, lowering yourself on his length inch by inch until you met his base. You felt full, something you hadn’t felt in such a long time that you almost forgot how much you enjoyed it. A choked “fuck” escaped him, hands gripping your hips with bruising force as your walls sputtered around him. You were suffocating him entirely. He could feel everything, especially the way you were greedily clinging to him. He was, as much as he hated it, at your mercy for the time being. You rolled your hips slowly, mouth parting as he pressed further into what you had come to know as your “g-spot.” Megumi’s brows furrowed, eyes focusing on where his cock had disappeared inside of you.

“You’re fucking lucky you’re hot.” You began bouncing slowly, lifting your hips up until half of him was left and dropping back down. The couch creaked as you put your full weight down on him again and again. Megumi was still too stunned to do much else, he couldn’t bring himself to speak in fear of saying something that would piss you off and make you stop. Instead he held your hips, arms rising and falling every time you bounced. A smirk crept up your cheeks, struggling to remain a smirk as he passed over that one spot over and over. You had forgotten how good it felt, what made things even better is that he was keeping his mouth shut.

You could enjoy his cock and his beauty without the irritation of hearing his bitching. Slowly but surely, soft squelches began to emit from between your thighs. Every time your hips sunk down, engulfing him over and over, a soft squelch was heard as you lifted back up. You found it rather satisfying, especially with the way it seems to draw Megumi in. It was a soft wet slap of skin against skin, the pleasure in your gut intensifying each time you clenched. Part of you knew that even if a condom was available you would have gone without, there was something much more sweeter to this victory due to the fact that you were fucking him raw.

Your attention was pulled from his face a moment later, your phone was buzzing on the ground next to the couch. Todo’s name flashed on the screen, a soft “oh!” Tumbling from your lips as you bent down. Megumi groaned as he slipped out of your tight heat completely, cock twitching at the loss of your warmth. You rolled your eyes as he complained, sliding over the answer button in the process. “Yo! Todo! Are you just waking up or are you going to bed.” You straighten, one hand holding your phone to your ear while the other reaches for the slick base of Megumi’s cock. He was covered with your arousal, his own was still leaking from his irritated looking tip.

He had been close, somewhat thankful you pulled out when you did because he didn’t want this to end yet. “Of course you’d wake up at nearly 4am to start your day.” You sunk back down on him, not missing a single beat as you listened to Todo’s question. That was something that would normally absolutely infuriate him, being balls deep really seemed to mellow him out. “Oh I was calling you to ask if you were still having that party later today.” You found a new rhythm, this time the sound of skin slapping skin was much louder. You wouldn’t be shocked if Todo asked you what the sound was, you’d be honest with him if he did.

“Oh good!” You cooed into the phone when he said yes, Megumi could just faintly make out the man’s far too boisterous laugh for the time of day it was. “Oh well, I’m asking because I plan on finally attending this one.” You dropped down fully, Megumi’s body jolting forward as the tip of his cock pressed to your cervix. It was nearly painful but you kept your composure, using your free hand you began rubbing short, quick circles on your clit. You could feel Megumi inside of you, twitching with every thrust. The soft pants leaving his plump lips told you he was about to cum.

Megumi seemed to snap out of his daze when he heard Todo's laugh, followed by unintelligible but excited talking. He needed to see you lose your composure, something you had somehow stripped him of. The Megumi you were familiar with came back in the form of his hands bruising your waist. His hips jutted upwards, cock head slamming into your cervix over and over as he made it so your hips collided with every thrust. Now he could hear it, the gentle rasp, the undeniable strain in your voice as you spoke on the phone. “I-I’ll be bringing a plus one this time, Todo.”

Megumi was getting too worked up to care, the way your breasts bounced with every smack had his whole body vibrating. “Come for me…” he groaned, his voice sounding worse than your own. “Y-yeah! A plus one.” You drawled out the last word, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Megumi turned your pace to an unbearable speed. “Oh you’ll be s-surprised.” The phone nearly fell out of your hand, head falling back as ecstasy filled your veins from head to toe. The couch below you was now threatening to break, the creaking was loud enough to wake anyone up. “I-I’ll see you then. Do you need me to bring anything?”

Your orgasm was just in your reach, yet you couldn’t hang up the phone, especially when you knew it bothered Megumi. You could feel it, a gasp you couldn’t control slipping past your lips as your hips jerked wildly. Megumi felt more so than saw your orgasm hit you, your walls had become even tighter than he could have imagined, your arousal coming out in a sticky, warm gush. He could see sweat rolling down your temple, eyes seemingly clouded over as your bliss came over you in waves. Jealousy spiked in him, his hips never slowing his assault as he chased after his own release, the one thing that had gotten him into this mess to begin with.

“Oh sorry…” you snapped out of your daze as Todo called your name, you mumbled something about not having gone to bed yet. Your heart was shooting through your chest as you felt Megumi nearing his end, you couldn’t even focus on what Todo was saying as you attempted to pry yourself away from him. Megumi’s grip was a lot stronger than it had been before, your overstimulation mixed with panic was still no match for him. After a twitch you knew was much stronger than the last, paired with a low and steady moan, Megumi came.

All the while he had buried himself deep, dull head pressing painfully to your cervix again, white ropes pouring endlessly into you. Finally, Megumi had gotten your facade to drop just a bit, it was in the form of a slightly shocked expression. Still not as satisfying as what he was really looking for, but it would do for now. “Yeah I’m still here.” You glared down at the shit eating smirk plastered to Megumi’s face. His grip finally loosened, crescent nail marks dug deep into your thighs as you lifted enough for his softening cock to slip out.

Following it came his release, your arousal mixed with his cum followed steadily, dripping down into his cock and abdomen. You shook your head, muttering under your breath before bidding Todo a good bye and hanging up the phone. “Some fucking nerve you got, Fushiguro.” Not even his first name, had he not been so relaxed he probably would have bit back at your bait. “You hate me so much yet you let me fuck you. Then you have the audacity to keep me in place and cum. Fucking filthy.” You got up, maintaining some stability despite your thighs burning and your legs feeling like jelly.

“We’re going to Todo’s party later today. Don’t even fucking try and say no. You owe me big time for what I just let you do.” You said it as if you weren’t the one to offer, Megumi was still aching for more. He was aching for a second round where he didn’t just let you take the lead. He was going to get what he was after, he was going to get that smug look off your face. Now, he knew exactly how to go about it. Of course he wasn’t going to deny attending the party with you, it was the perfect set up for him to get his revenge. “Goodnight.” He called after you as you walked away, shorts pulled back on and phone gripped tightly in your hand.

For now, he was left with the mess you left behind, but for once he couldn’t seem to get mad. Instead his head was buzzing with the endless ways he’d make you putty in his hands. He’d make sure you felt as small as you had just made him feel, he’d make sure you cried his name over and over. It was the best form of revenge, it just sucked you had gotten to go first. Then again, you opened his mind to the best form of punishment he could think of. It was the perfect solution he had been too dense to find. “My turn, y/n.” He tucked himself away, grimacing at the sticky feeling he was left with.

—

“I can’t believe you are actually going!” Yuji was standing in front of Megumi’s mirror, gel covering his hands as he perfectly spiked his hair. It was nearly 7pm that night now and you had been the sole subject on Megumi’s mind. As much as the idea of this party filled him with dread, he wasn’t willing to let you go off alone. How ironic, he fucking hated you, didn’t he? So why was he suddenly so concerned about your wellbeing? His jaw was clenched tight, teeth aching as he opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t have a choice.”

“Oh that’s right, y/n is making you go.” Yuji chuckled at the story Megumi had told him, something about tipping your chair and threatening to stop working on your final assignment. In order to keep the peace, Megumi agreed to go with you. A believable lie for Yuji, though Nobara may see straight through it. Luckily she was spending her weekend with Maki, so he didn’t have to worry about her much. “You’ll have fun, Megumi. Hell, maybe you’ll finally get laid. Sorry again about that…” Megumi suppressed a groan, of course Yuji would bring that up yet again.

Megumi wasn’t allowed back into their shared dorm room until nearly 8am. Luckily for him, the girl Yuji had slept with was a morning person, she was up and out of there bright and early. Not before another round, one Megumi nearly interrupted, according to Yuji. At least tonight he’d be the one bringing someone back, hopefully way before Yuji. Essentially a small little dig agaisnt his pink haired friend, this time Yuji would be the one waiting around, that is if he didn’t end up in someone else’s bed.

Regardless, Megumi was getting his revenge. After showering and getting access to his dorm again, Megumi crashed until two in the afternoon. You were, as always, lingering in his mind. You even had the audacity to fill his dreams. All he could think about was the way you so careless fucked him, as if it were a normal routine that required no effort. Never mind the fact that he had been so entranced he barely did anything in return. Embarrassment was nagging at him, despite the fact that his orgasm was the best he’d had in a long time.

Tonight though, he was paying you back tenfold. Hell he wouldn’t be satisfied until his bed was broken at the way his anger was starting to pent up again. “Next time, go to her room. Having to crash on that nasty couch in the commons wasn’t ideal.” He adjusted his collar, hand reaching for his cologne. “I said I was sorry!“ Yuji whined, as he moved to grab his shoes. Megumi had chosen a black button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, exposing his pale collarbone.

Accompanying his top was a pair of cargo shorts, all picked out according to your bitching at him through text. It was a pool party apparently, something Megumi had no desire for, so he forgoed any swim attire. Yuji on the other hand wore a pair of pink swim trunks and a white t-shirt with a Hawaiian shirt hanging open over top. One he was sure Todo gifted him at some point in their friendship. Their outfits were polar opposites yet somehow still fit the desired look.

“Are we meeting y/n there?” Megumi shook his head, moving to grab his shoes as well. “She’ll be waiting for us in the common room.” Yuji hummed, it was only revealed to him earlier that day that you happened to live in the same building. “Well, should we get going?” Yuji’s hand was already on the doorknob, bouncing like a small kid waiting for his parent’s approval. “We should. You got everything you need?” After another nod, Yuji yanks the door open.

Here goes nothing and everything all at once.

You were laughing with a group of kids in your major when Megumi and Yuji found you. “Y/n!” Yuji called as if he had known you his whole life, your head shot up, a smile crossing your face that Megumi never saw directed at him. “Is that the infamous Itadori Yuji calling my name?” You stepped away from the table of students, walking towards Yuji as he walked towards you. Megumi watched in shock as you easily wrapped your arms around the pink haired man, what got him even more was the fact that Yuji easily reciprocated.

“In the flesh! Todo has told me a lot about you.” Megumi could hear your groan as you pulled away a moment later. “Oh I can only imagine the things he’s said. You and him have been friends since high school, yeah?” As you and Yuji separated, Megumi finally was able to process what you had on. A black maxi dress with thin straps, the dress itself hugged you perfectly, accentuating every curve. Hell, it took him a moment to pull his eyes away from your ass. As his eyes roamed back up towards your face, he noticed the equally thin straps to a bathing suit just barely hidden. He had to suppress a groan.

There was something irritating to him about how easily you seemed to get along with Yuji. He thought back on that conversation they had in the dining hall a few weeks prior, maybe Yuji was right. But Megumi wasn’t interested in you… he couldn’t stand you, yet there was jealousy bubbling in his chest. Green eyes shifted over to a couple sitting on the familiar, old couch. He didn’t expect to meet your gaze the moment he looked back towards the two of you, a small smirk on your lips as you knew what he was thinking. Once again, you and Megumi were unknowingly sitting in the same boat.

You had managed to keep your aloof attitude going until you were out of Megumi’s sight. It wasn’t until you walked away from him that you felt embarrassment flooding your cheeks, somehow you had kept your composure but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even as you made your way through the dorm building with no destination ahead, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His fucked out expression, the way his eyes seemed glossed over as he stared at your cunt, the way his brows furrowed when he was close.

You had caught him in a vulnerable moment, you were positive that’s the only reason why he didn’t try and take things over. From experience, you knew it was the guys like him that usually had a lot going on. After that little excursion, you were proven correct once more. Now, even though you were sure he’d never make the move, you wanted to know how mean he could be… in different ways. “Glad you listened to me.” You shamelessly looked him up and down, you had caught him not so subtly doing the same to you moments prior.

“Yeah, Fushiguro cleans up nice, doesn't he?” Yuji hooked his arm with yours, you held back a grin as Megumi’s eyes zeroed in on the movement. “He does, I’m used to the baggy sweats and grandpa loafers.” A loud “hey!” Left Megumi’s lips as both you and Yuji laughed, it was already starting to get on his nerves, Yuji was far too close for comfort yet you didn’t seem to care. “Let’s get going.” He groaned, aching to deter the conversation away from him and maybe get you away from Yuji. “Ugh, lame.” You tugged Yuji along with you as Megumi made his way out of the common room.

“Oh, how are we getting there?” Yuji asked absentmindedly, he nearly forgot that Todo’s campus was across the city. “Bus or subway, whichever you guys have a pass for. I have both.” That was one other thing that reminded Megumi of how badly he missed jujutsu tech, the fact that someone was always there to drive them around. It was a luxury he didn’t realize he had taken for granted. “If you have neither, I can drive, but you’ll pay me gas money.” You laughed as Yuji seemed shocked to hear you had a car on campus.

“I’ll pay you the gas money.” Megumi’s voice was soft, he turned to glance at the surprised look on your face. “Alright, works for me. It’s a good thing I grabbed my keys.” The elevator opened, letting the three of you on as Megumi hit the button for the ground floor. He figured it would be best that transportation was readily available, especially if his plan worked out perfectly. Knowing you, you’d find a way to somehow ruin it without even realizing, that’s why he had backups. “I’m parked right by the building so it saves us the walk.” You were jingling your keys now, excited to show off your prized possession.

Your car was a two door mustang, one you spent a lot of time working on, plus it had more upgrades than you could count at this point. Megumi should have known someone like you would have a car like this, well a car in general he should say. “I call shotgun!” Yuji was bouncing again, just like an excited little kid. “I’m taller and I’m paying the gas money, you’re getting in the back.” The back in question was barely there, Yuji would be lucky if he could even get his legs in. The pout on his face was priceless but he didn’t put up a fight, especially when Megumi glared at him.

“It’s fine, you boys can share.” You were sliding into the driver's seat as you spoke, just a bit jittery at the idea of driving the city. It was part of the reason you had a bus and subway pass, yet you always liked to show off when you could. “You better be a good driver.” Megumi was tightening his seatbelt as your engine roared to life. “I cherish my car more than I cherish your life, so yes, I’m a good driver.” He rolled his eyes, there was the y/n he was used to. Yuji however didn’t seem to catch on to what you said.

“Fuck you.” It was barely above a whisper, you laughed as you pulled out of the lot, not missing a beat you whispered back “You already did.” Megumi had to hold in his reaction, jaw clenching as he turned to look out the window. “Did Todo ask you to bring anything, Yuji?” The pink haired man shook his head, eyes scanning his phone screen. “For once he handled it all himself.” You pulled off of campus and into the city, your anxiety spiking as you pulled up to a red light.

“He’s only like twenty minutes from here, right?” You knew the way by heart but it had been a while. “Yeah.” Silence fell over the car once again, music played quietly, Megumi still hadn’t looked back at you. You glanced back at Yuji who was still distracted by his phone before turning to look at the lights. Carefully, you crept your hand over towards the passenger seat, resting it softly on Megumi’s thigh. You felt him tense beneath you, head turning to look in your direction. You kept a smirk plastered to your face as you drove through the green light.

Megumi was stuck between three options. Asking you what you were doing, pushing your hand off, or leaving it where it was. Somewhere in the back of his mind came the worry of what Yuji would think if he saw it. “Why?” Was all he could muster as you took another turn. Instead of answering, your hand snuck a little further up his thigh. “You can’t be serious.” Another whisper you didn’t respond to, this time Megumi was the one to glance back at Yuji. As you came to the next red light, you pulled away. “Text Todo and tell him we’ll be there soon.” They were still about 15 minutes away.

Megumi felt disappointment flood him, that disappointment turned to confusion as to why exactly he felt disappointed in the first place. You seemed to think you still had the upper hand, once again he felt annoyance begin to bubble up in his chest. Really, how did he even get roped into this? It was embarrassing the fact that he wanted to fuck you again, this time properly so he could wipe the carefree smirk off your face. “On it… wait turn that up I love this song.” You snorted, turning up the volume so loud Megumi couldn’t even hear himself think. You met his eyes, smiling as his nose scrunched.

“Let’s see how long you last.” You spoke just loud enough for Megumi to hear over the music and Yuji’s terrible singing. “The fuck does that mean?” So maybe you weren’t as clueless as he assumed. “I know you’re dying inside because I’m dragging you to this party.” Or… maybe you were as clueless as he assumed. He just rolled his eyes, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as you turned another corner. Tonight really may kill him if your driving and Yuji’s singing didn’t get to him first… to be honest it just may.

The next fifteen minutes flew by far faster than Megumi would have liked, now you were parking half way down the car lined street of a tucked away university campus in the heart of Tokyo. “People sure do get here early.” You stepped out, pushing your seat up so Yuji could get out. “Those are the ones who panic thinking they’ll miss out.” Megumi’s door shut a moment later, his anxiety spiking as he could already hear the thrumming of music from where he stood. “Ah yes, the newbie party goers. How cute.” You cooed as you locked the doors. “Yeah, Fushiguro will fit riiiight in~” Yuji’s arm hooked around his shoulders before promptly being shoved off.

“Oh I knew it!” Megumi didn’t even get a chance to defend himself as you began to laugh, Yuji had just exposed an embarrassing secret. The number of parties he attended was significantly smaller than the number you and Yuji had. That’s not to say he’s never been… it was more so an every few week thing, rather than every weekend and then some. “Oh fuck off.” He groaned, making his way up the car lined street, leaving the two of you behind. “We gotta get a couple of drinks in him, maybe he’ll loosen up a bit.” You snort as Yuji quickly agrees, chasing after his moody friend.

—

It was happening far too fast for his liking. Megumi made the stupid choice of not dropping the annoyed act, not even after he crossed over the threshold of the raging party. He was quickly led to the drink table by Yuji, completely losing sight of you as you got pulled away by a group of old friends. He could still make out Todo’s booming voice over the pounding music, especially when he called your name. Megumi couldn’t see you of course, instead he was being handed shots and other liquors while people tried to talk to him. Maybe it was stupid to think he could get his revenge at a party like this.

The environment overwhelming him was much more your domain than his, and that was saying it lightly. Now he was stumbling towards the backyard, the house far too crowded and far too stuffy to enjoy. The buzz he had going made him feel like the room was spinning, as if a rug was about to be pulled from under him and he couldn’t move fast enough. “Fucking Yuji.” He groaned, slipping past a group of girls that were not so subtly checking him out. Yuji, too, had abandoned him at some point in the night, by now it had to be close to 10pm.

You were just as bad, in the three hours you’d been here, he still couldn’t find you. He hit the grass a moment later, some sort of relief flooding him as the cooler night air met his clammy skin. He felt like a lightweight, months of barely drinking were starting to bite him in the ass. “Y/n… where the fuck are you?” He wasn’t even whispering, the music was still playing on speakers that surrounded a large in-ground pool, no one would pay him any mind anyways. It was just as crowded back here as it was in the house, but at least it was far more spacious. Now all he had to avoid was rouge splashes from the drunken fools.

He found an empty seat, claiming it before someone else could. The stability was enough for him to be able to focus, eyes scanning his surroundings until a familiar face appeared. Yuji was closer to the deep end, hand roughly gripping the concrete edge of the pool. It took Megumi’s foggy mind an extra few seconds to process what he was seeing. Yuji wasn’t alone, not by a long shot. You were with him, arms wrapped around his neck as you whispered in his ear. Nothing could have sobered Megumi faster than that sight. Yuji’s cheeks were flushed, undoubtedly his other arm was wrapped around your waist.

For a moment, Megumi could have sworn he saw red, yet he couldn’t move from the chair he was in. Instead, he watched, suddenly too aware of the world around him yet not at all at the same time. It was like tunnel vision, all he could focus on was the way you were laughing with Yuji. Your hands were playing with the damp strands of pink hair, eyes locked with his as you talked aimlessly about anything, not that Megumi could hear. He watched as you pushed away, dragging Yuji away from the pool’s edge to disappear under the water’s surface together. Megumi felt his heart rate spike, the world starting to spin again as he anxiously waited.

You surfaced a moment later, your laughter reaching him even over the music. That’s when it happened, your lips pressed to Yuji’s with such confidence that he was certain it couldn’t have been the first time you’d done that tonight. You pulled away from Yuji a moment later, watching his eyes open half heartedly as he chased your lips. You missed this feeling, drunk with music pounding all around you and an attractive someone’s hands all over you. Yuji wasn’t his best friend, the one you really wanted was Megumi. For now, his polar opposite best friend would be enough to satisfy your drunken mind.

Or at least that’s what you thought. Suddenly you were looking up at the man in question, his eyes full of hatred as he stared at the two of you. “Yooooo Fushiguroooo!” Yuji, clueless as ever, just smiled dopely at his best friend. He didn’t respond, he didn’t even look at him. Instead his eyes were focused on you, it was enough to send a flurry of butterflies swarming around your insides. “Get out of the pool.” You watched his jaw clench, his hands were balled into fists, as if he was daring you to try and defy him. You felt laughter bubbling in your chest, your little Megumi was trying so hard to be intimidating.

“Why? I’m having fun.” You pulled Yuji a little closer, chest pressing to him as you smirked up at Megumi. “Get the fuck out of the pool.” He repeated, throat bobbing as he swallowed. For once he didn’t care if anyone was paying attention to him, he didn’t care if he made a fool out of himself, he was getting you out of that pool. He was getting you away from Yuji. You tilted your head, a smile tugging up your lips in a way that Megumi would have found sweet if it weren’t for the look in your eyes. “Is something bothering you?” Your hands were grabbing at Yuji’s face, the poor boy was too far gone to really pay attention to you and Megumi’s conversation.

You pressed your lips to his again, a kiss Yuji greedily accepted. Your hands traveled to bury in his wet hair, legs wrapping around his waist. He was taller than you, his feet could still reach the bottom whereas you were struggling. One eye peaked open, aiming to gauge Megumi’s reaction. Instead you were left hanging, the man in question was no longer by the pool’s edge. You parted from Yuji out of shock, he wasn’t even bothered, instead he began kissing your neck. You tried to look around, figure out where he could have disappeared to in such a short time.

Instead all you saw was drunk party goers doing an stay of things like dancing, laughing, low key fucking… you stopped the moment a second pair of arms met your waist. You tried to whirl around and look but you couldn’t, you didn’t need to really. You knew who it was the second their chest met your back. “D-did you really…?” Megumi had jumped in the pool, fully clothed. You were in for it now. He was quiet, not so gently tugging you away from Yuji. To his dismay, the pink haired man had already managed to leave a hickey on your neck. “Yo… Fushiguro? Whatta you doin?” His speech was slurring yet he let go of you easily, allowing Megumi to drag you through the water and towards the edge.

“None of your business.” It was quiet and full of anger, you just shrugged at Yuji as you were pulled away. “Am I still getting a ride home?” You shrugged again, yelping as Megumi forced you up the ladder first. “Fuck Fushiguro! Chill the fuck out.” You stumbled onto the concrete, apologizing half heartedly to anyone you bumped into. Megumi didn’t respond, instead he pulled himself out a moment after you, hand gripping your bicep as he pulled you away. “What the fuck is your problem?” Megumi was making a beeline for the pool house, tucked away in the corner of the large backyard.

“Oh now you aren’t going to answer me? Fucking Christ Fushiguro! If you wanna leave that badly call a fucking uber or something. I’m not driving either of us back to campus soaking wet, you jumping in the pool was your own damn fault! And you know what? How fucking dare you pull me away from Yuji!” His grip grew tighter, so much so that you nearly yelped. “Answer me you ass!” You no longer felt the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, now, nothing but anger was left in its wake. “I can’t believe this! Really! I shouldn’t have even asked you to come. I should have just taken Yuji.”

You were about to continue your ranting but Megumi had you tucked away and out of sight, your back pressed harshly to the wooden exterior of the pool house. “If you would just quit bitching for five fucking seconds and let me fucking talk.” His face was inches from yours, hands now pressed to the wall caging in your head. “You are fucking unbearable. Seriously. I can’t fucking stand you.” You scoffed as he drew out each word, as if he was talking to a child. “I can’t fucking stand you either bozo. If you dragged me over here like some creep just to berate me, I’m fucking leaving your ass here.”

You tried to duck under his arm, instead he lowered it, body moving closer until you were really trapped. “I wasn’t fucking finished.” You swallowed, lips pressing together in a tight line. He was close, too close even. You found it hard not to think back on what you had done earlier in the day, something that felt like it occurred decades ago at this point. “You have been nothing but a pain in my fucking ass for months now. You love to fucking piss me off, you know just how to get under my fucking skin. Honestly it’s impressive at this point.” He paused, eyes trailing over your unreadable expression.

“Then you to and fuck youself using my cock. You acted so fucking smug, like it was the easiest thing in the word for you to get on that couch and stuff yourself full of me. It fucking pisses me off. You are all I’ve been able to fucking think about, and then I find you with Yuji.” You were frozen, not expecting his berating to take the turn you had been hoping it would. “Does it bother you? Does it bother you I would have fucked your best friend if you didn’t interrupt?” He moved closer, your mind shutting down for a moment when you felt something hard press to your hip. “Does it feel like it bothered me?”

You swallowed, eyes shifting between his face and somewhere behind him. You suddenly lost the confidence to maintain eye contact with him. “Well?” He sounded a bit calmer, still waiting for you to reply. He took your silence as an opportunity to finally look at your bathing suit, which had been teasing him since you left the dorms. It was a two piece, a stringy top clinging to your chest with a pair of bottoms that hugged you perfectly. It flattered you in every possible way, for a moment Megumi almost forgot why he was so pissed off to begin with.

There was something about you that made him feel so… pliant. Like he would be putty in your hands the second you showed any signs of reciprocation. “Fushiguro…” you weren’t sure what to say, your voice hesitant for once while talking to him. You knew what you wanted, you could feel what he wanted, yet you were still waiting for him to take control. You didn’t necessarily want to answer him, you wanted him to act on his own accord. “Do whatever you want.” There was a small bite in your tone, one that made a smile pull at your lips. At least there was a teeny bit of attitude left in you.

Those were dangerous words for Megumi to hear, a low groan slipping past his lips as his head fell. With his face falling from view, it gave you a second to catch your breath, for a split second you were able to ignore how close his body was. As his head raised to meet you, another thought crossed your mind. Everything had been such a whirlwind up until this very second, so much so that you had neglected to fully appreciate Megumi with his hair down. His black hair was dripping wet, plastered to his forehead in some places. Despite that, it was already beginning to stick up again in other areas.

Maybe that really was the way his hair naturally sat.

“Say it again.” He murmured, the bite in his voice gone for that brief second. “Say what?” You knew what he wanted, yet you still couldn’t let him have his way, always needing to find a way and make it difficult. “You know what.” There it was, that angry tone that made butterflies whirl around your body. “Do whatever you want, Megumi.” You drew out the end of his name, tensely anticipating what he’d do because of it. Softly, just barely audible you heard him mumble something that sounded a lot like “fuck it.” You couldn’t process it for long, his lips crashed against your’s with so much force your head hit the wall behind you.

A strangled yelp died on your lips as Megumi consumed it. Your hands reached up to plant themselves on his wet chest, nails digging into the damp material to pull him even closer. A larger hand came up to grab the back of your neck, the other reaching for your waist as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You groaned, mouth parting to easily welcome his tongue. You hoped no one was drunk enough to stumble back this way, your whole body feeling as if it was lit on fire as Megumi pressed you up against the wall behind you. It felt as if you were trying to consume each other from the inside out.

You tug until the material begins to strain under your touch, only then do his hands leave you to pull the garment off of him. You wanted to pull away, appreciate his fully bare torso rather than the little sliver you got back in the common room. Megumi, however, wouldn’t let your lips leave his, only satisfying your urges by pressing his body fully against yours again. His skin was hot to the touch, still damp from jumping in the pool. You moaned, hands roaming over every inch you could touch while shivers passed through his broad frame. You pulled away reluctantly, gasping for air as Megumi’s hands came up to cup your cheeks, aiming to pull your lips back to his.

“Fuck… Lemme breathe.” Your chest heaving against his as he mumbled an apology. It was quiet, save for the pounding music further up the yard, right now it felt as if that party was miles away. “Are you okay with this? Here? It’ll be kind of tricky.” Your nails were scraping his hips, a look of pure lust passing over his face as he squirmed under your touch. “Does the pool house… have anything? Or is it just equipment.” He was staring at your lips as he spoke, hands still cupping your face. “I-I don’t remember… but there has to be something in there we can use…” he was on you again, lips meeting yours as his hands left your face and moved to your ass.

You squealed as he hauled you upwards, finding it hard to miss the smirk on his face. “A warning would help.” Your lips were back on his before he could even respond, nails scraping up his shoulders. You gasped, pulling away from him as your back left the wall, lips moving to suction to his neck as he quickly carried you around to the front of the pool house. You knew it was getting to him, your teeth sinking into the sensitive junction where his shoulder met his neck. “Fuck.” He missed the doorknob first go, hand fumbling to grab it a second time and shove it open. “So eager.” You teased as he kicked the door shut behind him. “Looks like it’s our lucky day.”

You pulled away from his neck, turning to survey the dark room. It seems they had turned it into a guest house rather than a pool storage area. There was a bed, a dresser and a TV on the wall. On the other end there was a large pool table. Pool supplies and equipment were shoved in the corner. “Damn, you’re right.” You deadpanned, lips moving back to bite his earlobe. He groaned, nails digging into your flesh as he made a beeline for the sizable bed. You were dropped unceremoniously down onto the soft comforter, your damp bathing suit already making a mark. It didn’t take long for Megumi to crawl over you, knees planting firmly between your thighs.

There was a moment of silence, the dull thrum of music playing just beyond the walls. Megumi’s lips pressed to yours again, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he moved to tug your bathing suit top off. Your nails dug into his shoulders, scrapping upwards in hopes of leaving marks while arching your back enough for him to pull the knot loose. Megumi pulled away the moment he felt the strings come loose, one aching thought had been desperately wanting to see your breasts. “Stop fucking pulling away.” You held back a smirk as your top was tossed off to the side, watching as Megumi’s eyes drank in every inch of skin.

“Shut up.” he mumbled a delayed response as his lips descended on your chest. You held in a shaky gasp, relishing in the feeling of his swollen lips against your skin. A large hand came up to massage the soft flesh while the other was lavished under his tongue. You buried a hand in his hair, tugging softly as he rolled the pebbled skin between two fingers. Heat pooled in your gut the longer he toyed with your breasts, “fuck… these are so cute.” he licked up your sternum, teeth scraping your collarbone as he moved to return the favor by biting your ear. “Megumi…” your chest was heaving, waiting for him to do more.

He glanced at your flushed face, lips parted as if silently begging him for more. Your chest was glistening with his saliva, dark bruises forming sporadically on your breasts. “Hmm?” he hummed, hands coming down to hook under your knees and push them upwards. “What do you want?” he murmured as he took your earlobe in his mouth, hips lowering to press against yours with his new angle. “More… want you… inside.” your hips jolted to meet his, the smallest bit of relief washing through you as you met his sloppy thrusts. “Mmm I’ve already been inside though…” he stopped rolling his hips, pressing himself tightly to your aching cunt. “Want you…inside again…”

You felt drunk off his touch, the alcohol in your system felt like nothing compared to the way he was making you feel. “Is that so? I was thinking of something else honestly…” he pushed himself back up, admiring you for a moment as he got off the bed. You pushed yourself up, using your elbows for balance as you watched Megumi get on his knees. “Do you mind?” he was already hooking a slim finger under the band of your bathing suit bottoms. “N-not at all.” You couldn’t bear the eye contact, choosing to lay flat on your back as Megumi exposed your cunt for a second time. You tried to slow your breathing, hands twitching to grab the comforter below you.

You waited, eyes peeking open when Megumi still hadn’t done anything. “What are you…” he laughed softly, hands spreading your thighs further apart. “Just looking… now do me a favor.” He pushed upwards a bit so you could make better eye contact. “Keep these spread nice and wide for me. If you even try to close them I’ll walk out and leave you here with no clothes.” You let your head fall back in order to keep him from seeing you roll your eyes. “Yeah yeah I got it-“ you gasped as a harsh slap made your thighs shake. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes.” you nodded, a hand slapping over your mouth in an attempt to hide how it made you feel, his low chuckle told you it didn’t help.

You braced yourself as his hands left your thighs, two fingers roughly spreading you open. Megumi’s fingers trailed between your slick folds, collecting your arousal before spitting on his fingers, plunging two of them knuckle deep with no warning a moment later. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, back arching as he scissored you roughly. His mouth met your clit a second later, licking in time with the way his fingers spread inside of you. Instead of thrusting them in and out, he began massaging them in different areas, clearly looking for something. You kept your thighs spread as he asked, hands gripping the comforter tightly as you forced your hips not to jerk. Your head flew back, a loud cry leaving your lips as he found what he was looking for.

“There we go…” his mouth was back on your clit a moment later, two fingers massaging the spongy part of your walls. You felt breathless, a whine leaving your lips with every exhale. Megumi loved every second, your cunt coating his fingers in your warm arousal as he kept abusing your g-spot. Slowly, his hand lowered to palm himself through his pants, fingers fumbling to pull the wet material open so he could properly relieve his tension. He freed his aching cock, hand wrapping around his length to sloppily pump himself. “Megumi…” you mewled, hand shooting down to grab a fistful of his hair to keep him in place as your orgasm crept up on you.

He didn't fight back, eager to feel you cum around his fingers as he chased his own release. “Megumi fuck! Please…please” you pant, eyes squeezing shut as you begged for him to not leave you hanging. Megumi groaned against your cunt, panting as his tongue struggled to maintain a steady pace, his own release creeping up faster than he would have liked. Evey circle of his fingers made it feel as if you were about to burst open and make an absolute mess of the sheets below you. Instead of stopping him, you let it happen, aching to feel your cunt clench and gush around his fingers. Megumi focused his attention on his head, thumb brushing over his slit and hips jerking as he overstimulated himself.

You wailed his name as your orgasm crashed down on you, warm liquid rushing down your cunt and thighs, staining the sheets below you as you fought to keep from screaming. Your reaction alone was enough to have Megumi spilling into his fist as he worked you through your own release. He wasn’t done with you yet, pulling his fingers out of your tight heat as he stood to properly discard his bottoms. “M-Megumi please gimme… gimme a second… w-wait wait…” he was plunging himself into your already sensitive cunt, tears burning your eyes as you had no time to breathe. “Fuck!” you squirmed as his length split you open.

“You don’t get any mercy, you didn’t show me any.” his mouth was against your ear, his hands pushing your thighs towards your chest, successfully trapping you in a mating press. “Y-your just mad… I…” you lost your train of thought, not able to form a coherent sentence as Megumi’s hips drew backwards and slammed forward again. “Don’t give me shit when you got your pussy stuffed full of me.” your head turned to the side, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. Megumi chuckled at your embarrassment, finding satisfaction in the way you couldn’t look at him.

Megumi didn’t care how overstimulated he got, he was already addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him so tightly. “You look so— fuck—- fucking pretty when you cry.” You hadn’t realized you had been crying until he said something, eyes fluttering open with wet lashes. Your hands found stability in his hair once again, tugging on the strands until his lips met yours in a salty kiss. He whined, tongue lapping your mouth so you could taste your own arousal mixed with his saliva. That familiar tension was building in your gut tenfold, overly sensitive from your first release. “M-Megumi… please don’t… don’t cum in me this time.” You were positive you’d get pregnant if he were to cum in you twice in the same day.

“Oh don’t worry…” he had something else in mind, he could control himself enough to see it through. Megumi’s hand snuck down between your bodies, fingers finding your puffy clit to rub it harshly. You mewled, throat hoarse from the amount of times you’d said his name. “Come on… wanna feel your pretty pussy squeeze me tight again, been thinkin ‘bout it ever since.” He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth sucking it before letting it go again. You gasped, your second orgasm more intense than the first as your walls sputtered around his aching length. “Good girl…” he cooed, hips pistoning into you as your orgasm fizzled out. He wasn’t too far behind you, a few more thrusts until he was yanking himself back out.

“Squeeze these together.” He tapped your breasts as he kneeled, pulling your aching thighs down so he could straddle you instead. You did as you were told, eyes heavy as you blindly followed his instructions. Megumi pumped himself steadily, brows furrowing in the effort to keep himself from coming just yet. He placed the tip of his cock between your breasts, giving it a tentative press forward before pulling back. You whined, understanding his intentions as you squeezed your breasts together a little tighter. “Cum on me.” You mumbled, hazy eyes meeting his. “Fucking… don’t say that shit so causally..” he picked up his pace without realizing.

“Megumi~ please cum on me.” You repeated, mouth parting slightly so your tongue could slip out. The sensitive head of his cock met your warm tongue with every thrust forward, it was enough to have him double over, stars clouding his vision as his release spurted over your face and chest. You collected the little you could on your tongue, swallowing it as he stared down at you with a shocked expression. “Thank you.” You mumbled sleepily, not caring about the sticky mess that you had no way to clean. “Fuck…” he gasped, body giving out and collapsing beside you, careful to avoid the mess he left on you.

“Wanna do it again?” You had no energy, not even enough to lift your head. There was, however, something funny about the way you could feel Megumi’s body tense despite not being close enough to touch. “Fuck… give me a few minutes, yeah?” Oh. You blinked, head flopping lazily to the side to look at his sweaty form. “Well you’ll have to clean me up first, if you really wanna go again you’ll be doing all the work.” You were struggling to keep your eyes open, not expecting to hear the pool house door open a moment later.

“Fushiguro? Your shirt was outside are you…” any ounce of exhaustion in Megumi’s body left him the moment Yuji drunkenly stumbled inside. You gasped, curling in on yourself to try and shield your body from his view. Megumi was on top of you a second later, covering your body with his. “What the fuck Itadori?” He barked, angrier than he had ever sounded towards his best friend. Yuji was too many drinks to count, but it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him. “What the fuck me? What the fuck, you! Really bro?”

He dropped his shirt on the ground, suddenly getting defensive. “Get the fuck out, I’m not discussing shit with you, Itadori. Not right now.” The pink haired man didn’t seem to like that, face flushing with anger. “Oh get over yourself! You said you fucking hated her! Now I find you naked in bed with her? You knew I fucking liked her!” Yuji had no issues with Megumi pursuing you until you were all over him in that pool. Maybe he really was too drunk to have this conversation but betrayal was creeping its way up his chest. “Itadori, get out.” Megumi remained calm, feeling you tense under him at Yuji’s words.

He stared, unsure what to do. He glanced at you, just hidden from sight and knew for your sake it would be best for him to leave. So he did, shaking his head as he slammed the door behind him. “Can we just stay here tonight?” You mumbled after a moment of silence passed. “Yeah… we’ll deal with that… later.” Megumi got up, walking over to lock the door like he should have done in the first place. “I don’t think anyone will notice if we just spend the rest of the night here.” He stumbled back to the bed, laughing as you looked him up and down. “You still need to clean me up.” It was starting to turn sticky on your skin.

“That’s a personal problem for you to fix…” a pillow thrown at him was enough to have him collapsing on top of you, lips crashing messily to yours. “Fine… since I don’t want to listen to your bitching.” You rolled your eyes, kissing him again before pulling away. “Isn’t my bitching what got us here in the first place?” This time, Megumi rolled his eyes. “Maybe it was…”

Part 2? Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated 💞 - May

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bg3 characters as retail managers in my boyfriend's* educated opinion

(*he refuses to post this so i'm doing it for him)

wyll - i think wyll would be a really chill manager, he'd let you goof off sometimes But after a while he'd still make you go do something productive. probably would have some random assignment like dusting the fucking lights or something if there's nothing to do but he's not too strict.

would get mad at a customer once and you'd be thankful you never have faced his fury (he'd never get that mean with you though)

basically the "haha yeah okay okay guys seriously go zone we can't all be standing here you're gonna get me in trouble" type of manager

lae'zel - insane workaholic. you'd dread working with her and she'd make your shift exhausting, but you also can't deny the place would go to shit without her because she's so on top of things.

you'd feel immense joy having her come up for a stupid item return that is against policy because she would absolutely never bend for it no matter how bitchy the customer got. not because she cares about you really but she'd be damned to go against policy for literally anything

karlach - literally so chill that you forget she's a manager until she has to call you to her office which freaks you out because you know you've been extremely lax around her and you forgot she actually has to do shit about that but it's actually just to give you your next raise. you love her and she loves you

shadowheart - when you first work with her you find her insanely intimidating and a little bitchy but after a few shifts you kind of get Why she's like that. wouldn't be a favorite manager but you'd probably sympathize with why she buys wine after her shift every night. if you're lucky enough to hang with her out of work you get special privileges (as in she doesn't scold you for standing still for 3 minutes like she does the others)

gale - nice, but unlike wyll who has a balance between pleasant chats and doing work, gale will literally stand there and accidentally force you to actually stop focusing on what you're working on to have a conversation with him. that can be a good thing, but then you're behind and another manager gets grumpy about it. chill guy but you never actually see him do much for his job. how did he even get to this position???

astarion - call HR.

halsin - dude knows how to run a place. he schedules everyone perfectly and there's always a feeling of harmony as you work together to get projects done. he's friendly but focused. he doesn't care if you don't finish your projects he assigns you so long as you were trying your best, but he would be a little disappointed if it happened too often

i feel like he'd definitely be the manager who actually gives the customer whatever they want even if you said you couldn't though 💀 he wouldn't be mad at you for saying no but he'd make you look like a jackass to the customer

minthara - i actually don't know her so idk but from what i gather i would say also call HR

withers - he's been with this company so long that he knows where literally everything is and every single specific policy and how to solve everything. he doesn't talk much and he doesn't really tell you what to do, he expects you to figure it out and leave him alone unless you need to ask where the most obscure item of all time is to help a customer. genuine lifesaver in those circumstances though

jaheira - the mom manager. checks on you when she notices you're clearly not feeling well. will cover any shift without complaints. you feel safe with her. she handles any difficult task because she doesn't feel like explaining to you how to do it, which is nice but as soon as you have no choice but to do it on your own you don't know how

#bg3 #wyll ravengard #lae'zel #karlach cliffgate #shadowheart #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #halsin silverbough #minthara baenre #bg3 withers #jaheira

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illyabata · 7 months

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scars are A Thing™ with wriothesley and nobody can convince me otherwise, idc if there is zero mention of his scars or their meaning when he comes out idc it’s my permanent headcanon that scars and their stories are simply entangled with his character idc

so now i give you: wriothesley who is fascinated by your scars

tw: discussion of scars lol, but in no way do i indicate their origin unless it’s stretch marks. however if talk of scars at all is triggering to you, dont read!! it’s sweet fluffy stuff, but that doesn’t matter if it will trigger you. please take care :)

sfw, big brainrot under cut

theyre so much smaller than his, more delicate, just like you. doesnt matter if compared to other people you are big or tall, he’s such a big guy that he makes you feel small no matter your size or height. and no matter what your scars look like to you, to him they are beautiful. to him they are delicate.

he’s enamored by all of your scars no matter their origin—stretch marks, however, seem to intrigue him the most of all. he’s absolutely transfixed by them, and you can never understand why. he’s simply mesmerized by the way the blemished skin stretches as he thumbs and presses it, watching the discoloration flatten itself only to bloat back when he leaves it alone. for some reason he just seems so puzzled by the concept of natural scarring of the body; nothing had happened to harm you for these to appear—they’re simply the product of change, your skin either going through rapid periods of expanding or shrinking. he thinks they’re pretty.

he’d spend so long just running his rough fingers over your skin, absorbed in the feeling of the puckered tissue under his own blemished hands. whether the scars are stretch marks or from something else, he loves them, he loves you.

this might sound weird but i just like to imagine you both spend time gently tracing each others’ scars as comfort, like it sounds weird in words but it makes sense i promise. there is something intimate and fascinating about scars, no matter what they’re from; it’s truly like the language of your body’s history, a record of what has occurred. you can resent them or be proud of them, it really depends on the person and situation—but regardless, scars are always a record, and that is a constant no matter the person.

and if you’re not comfortable with that level of touch or that much attention on your scars, that is absolutely okay. he’s not going to make you uncomfortable, he’ll always ask if it’s okay before he looks at or touches them—or touches you at all, really. he never wants to hurt you. and if you say you’d rather he not touch your scars, he’ll understand and just show you he loves you—all of you—in some other way.

like idk about anyone else or if its just me and im fucking insane but sometimes i get lost looking at my own scars; sometimes the human body at work is just kind of fascinating to watch, and even more so in retrospect. it’s like holy fuck you’re looking at its handiwork, you can plainly see how the skin has been so masterfully rebuilt into this little woven bandaid of cells, carefully crafted to not only rebuild but protect. your body has looked after itself, and it will continue to do so. and thats just kind of a fascinating thing to me idk😭

some extra thoughts about scars, not really to do with wrio; red brackets will indicate the end of it if you want to skip: [[ it usually replaces any feeling of disgust i have because instead of focusing on the bad feeling of remembering where they came from or being sad at the way they look im able to think about how cool it is the way my body recovered and made my skin even stronger; it didnt just wipe it all away and give me a clean slate so i could forget, it pieced the cells together again bit by bit until it had not only replaced the wound but enforced it—so instead of forgetting the bad feelings, they were replaced by wonder. sort of like a sign that says “proof that where once there was pain, now there is strength”. it’s kind of like how they say you don’t just try to quit bad habits, you must replace the bad habit with a good one. you can replace the bad feelings associated with your scars with new feelings, whether they are good feelings or neutral feelings or meh feelings. ]]

before you, he understood scars to be an ugly thing—a source of shame, a show for others to marvel at if he left them uncovered, for them to ogle at and whisper about as if trying to guess the origin of the wounds was a sort of entertainment to them. and then in the fortress of meropide, his scars felt much less like a source of shame and more like an intimidation factor (which wasn’t something he necessarily felt good about, but it was something that he benefitted from as the duke). but when you came along and he began to know you, suddenly they were this beautiful, fascinating phenomenon that lead him to view his own scars in a different light.

he’s a powerful, strong man, yes. he’s intimidating and feared, but he is also loved, and all for good reason—he is solid and safe, an image of reliability to others. and sometimes it could weigh him down when he couldn’t seem to let another help carry the burden.

the way you made him feel, though, tracing his big ugly scars like they were rivers, like they weren’t repulsive—it changed him entirely, and it changed the way he saw himself. in the overworld, he was a criminal brute slathered in the proof of his savageness. in the fortress, he was the rock-solid standard for redemption, and he had to uphold his firm reputation. but with you, he was able to be fragile; with you, the walls he had built to protect himself from both sides of fontaine’s society came tumbling down, because he didn’t have to pretend when he was with you.

if such a small, sweet thing like you could see him in such a kind light with so much love in those eyes of yours, perhaps he was not so bad after all.

everyone else in all of teyvat could believe he was truly a bad guy like he sometimes enjoyed playing at—but it wouldn’t matter, because there you were in his bed every night, held fast in his big arms as you mindlessly traced the long, thin writings engraved in his skin, letting the stories they told lull you to sleep.

#wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley fluff #genshin impact #wrio x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin wriothesley #genshin x reader #mbj.write

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Hi can I please request a Jordan x reader . Reader has power that glitch & saves Jordan. Reader hey I am lucky that I didn’t get stuck in between a wall.

Thank you.

Flying Grand Pianos - headcanons

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: cursing, mentions of uncontrolled powers, cate and sam went to prison (i'm sorry okay! they're my pookies but for this fic to work i had to do something), uh nothing much ig? unless u have a phobia of falling pianos... then maybe don't read this??

description: your powers come in handy in the weirdest situations.

a/n: hiii hopefully u enjoy this! i literally did not mean to make this as insane as it ended up being but hey i'm sick and running on like too little sleep, i hope it's still entertaining tho cause i had sm fun writing this lol. i tried to integrate everything you said into headcanons cause it felt more apt ? ig... anyways requests are open & lmk ur thoughts <3

It was your final year at God U, somehow you had actually made it through the insanity that happened during junior year. You had even come out of the whole situation with a whole new group of friends… even if Cate and Sam sort of had to be locked away because of all the shit they did.

Thank whoever had decided to call the FBI because you had no idea how the entire situation might have turned out if Homelander showed up instead.

So life had turned back to normal towards the end of junior year, mostly because Vought was able to keep most of the situation quiet. Now you were only a step away from becoming an actual superhero… which was a strange situation to think about.

Your powers weren’t all that noteworthy but were insanely useful in battle and to get out of awkward conversations… especially since you were able to mostly control them.

You had the ability to glitch, which essentially meant you could manipulate the fabric of reality around you and mess with it (always with a limit of course, you weren’t an all-powerful magician). You mostly used it for teleportation or to mess with people, something that was always sooo worth it.

You also were kind of insanely good at dealing with actual glitches in computers, which made absolutely no sense but it did help adding to your skill set for your major.

There was probably one specific time where your powers worked in your favor in the best way possible. Over the past few years you sort of developed a tiny little miniscule (HUGE) crush on Jordan Li and now that you were actually able to call them your friend that tiny little crush grew into something way bigger.

What you weren’t aware of was that Jordan felt the same way, they always viewed you as this pretty incredible supe but never really had the chance to talk to you… until the whole The Woods situation. After that it almost made it harder for them to just ask you out on your date… because you had created such a tentative but strong friendship - something that Jordan hadn’t had since Luke. Something that they weren’t sure they would be able to walk away from again.

It was a few months into your senior year when the incident happened. It wasn’t something crazy like Homelander suddenly massacring the school instead it was an incident that belonged in the halls of a supe school… one of the new freshmen had somehow conjured up a piano in the middle of the damn sky and was unable to make it disappear.

The one problem with this piano was that it was falling... and falling really fucking fast.

You had been drinking one of your favorite drinks from Jitter Bean when you were surprised (and very concerned) to see a piano making its way towards Jordan - a very distracted Jordan who was talking, or rather yelling into their phone.

It barely took you a second to make the decision before you dropped your drink and glitched in Jordan’s direction - thank whatever all powerful force was out there for actually having it work because a moment later you reappeared next to Jordan and grabbed their arm before glitching again.

Suddenly you were standing in your room and Jordan was looking at you like an insane person before a loud crash and a whole bunch of yelling was heard outside the window.

Jordan shot a confused look before darting over to the window, only to find that a huge grand piano now stood (well not really it was sort of everywhere) where they had just been standing a moment ago.

You shot them a sheepish smile as they turned around to look at you with a dropped jaw.

“I actually can’t believe that worked, I’m lucky I didn’t accidentally get us stuck between a wall.”

lol i have no idea what this is but i like it anyways.

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៹ enha when you're hurt.

▸ ִֶָ tags enha x reader + fluff + hurt/comfort + jayke being bf material + the boys being protective + romantic gestures. warnings! && mentions of injury, cursing. REQUESTED : hi there i love love love your writing and i was wondering if you could maybe do how the members would react if someone hurt you (either physically or emotionally)? ✿ 1.6k words —

## HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT !

lee heeseung !

he's very very very attentive

whether you guys are dating or not, he makes sure to know all of your habits/quirks, so he knows when something's off

if you don't outright tell him, he'll ask for himself. "hey, what's going on with you? what happened, hm?"

please tell him so he doesn't think he did something wrong :(

his presence alone is probably one of the most comforting things ever, so if he's also putting all of his effort into making sure he's comforting you . . . god

if you're upset about something that can't be fixed, he'll listen to you rant & cry about it while he holds you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. maybe try and crack a few jokes to make you laugh,, get your mind off of it for a little

if it's something that can be fixed, he will give you any & all advice you ask for. would even take matters into his own hands if he feels like you're too stressed to handle it. he's so caring it's insane

if it's a person that hurt you . . . good luck to them???

like he already doesn't like seeing you upset but there's an actual human being that caused your tears?? they'll literally never be safe again

overall so so gentle with you and absolutely the best when it comes to making you feel better.

park jongseong !

he'll notice. immediately. like as soon as your fucking walk is a little off, he knows something is up

won't say anything unless you bring it up first, but he'll pamper you in so much affection that you know he's noticed your change in behavior

if days go by & your behavior doesn't change, then he'll ask about it

at this point, he's worried more than anything. just wants his happy baby back !!

^^ especially if your state starts messing w your physical health. he is not having it. has absolutely no problem w missing any & all events to cater to your every want and need, he's your very own personal caregiver

wtv's fucking with you will be long gone by the time he's done, jay hates to see you unhappy and he'll do absolutely anything to change it.

+ he already loves being there for you at every waking moment, so having an excuse to do this other than want ??? he loves it

you get texts from him every five minutes if he can't be near you "i'll bring food as soon as i can" "are you feeling better yet honey?" "i'm gonna stay over for the night"

you'd have to physically pry him off of you to go get a drink of water/use the bathroom in the middle of the night. poor boy is so clingy when you're not feeling well :((

jongseong the (boy)friend we all need $!3#+$%?

sim jaeyun !

he'd take you out on the best date ever, and you being you, you fall and twist your ankle

it's not that deep, you just have to stay in bed and elevate it for a few days. jake—jake thinks it is that deep

he feels so bad that you got hurt during your time w him, it feels like it's his fault even though it's really no one's

in guilt & genuine concern for you, he's by your side everyday all day. pampering you. holding your hand when you wanna get up and walk, cooking your meals and helping you bathe

he's js so so so sweet and by the end of it you're so accustomed to his company that you guys end up being a lot closer

randomly starts telling you how much he loves you throughout the day. platonic or not, he's just 100x more affectionate when you're hurt

even after you're all healed, his touch becomes a lot more gentle with you. the usual rough banter & playful fighting you guys do turns into softer touches and warm hugs. he's so careful with you

& finds himself being a lot more protective, too. a hand on the small of your back always

not overbearing, but it's to the point that you miss him so much it hurts when he's not near you

if someone else causes an injury or anything else that even slightly alters your mood in a negative way, pray for them

idk if y'all saw that one video where he said he'd fight over his partner but,, yeah. he didn't lie.

when it comes to your health, he's very very serious and he expects the same from everyone else you hang around

if he finds that someone around you doesn't feel that way, he would not hesitate to start an argument. you deserve the absolute best and shouldn't settle for less, he tells you

if you aren't already, you'll be in love w him by the end of your injury

park sunghoon !

sunghoon is an introvert, and because of this, he finds himself being quiet & zoning out sometimes. he has his bursts of chaotic energy like everyone else, but for the most part he observes

trying to lie to him ab being fine isn't smart. he knows you like the back of his hand. oh you thought he was staring into space? no, he was paying attention to literally everything around him, especially you

literally just the tone of your voice could change slightly and he knows something's wrong. he won't let it go either

"tell me. what's wrong? did something happen? did someone happen?"

he's naturally protective of the people around him, but you especially. you're very special to him and he likes to show it

you'd sit in his lap and tell him just about everything that's bothering you, while his hands are around your waist and he hugs you tightly

he knows he doesn't like dwelling on bad feelings himself, so his main thing would be to try and keep your mind as far drifted away from whatever's bothering you

whether it be physical contact, making jokes, reading to you, he'll do anything if it means he gets to see you smile because he knows you'd do the same for him

it's not rare for him to be affectionate, but he's usually only touchy when you guys are alone. now that he knows where your head is, he's always touching you as a way of reassurance

just so perfect in every way, doesn't at all think of you as a burden

kim sunoo !

he's definitely the type to be sad if you're sad

sunoo would walk up to you, expecting an exciting greeting. when he doesn't get that, he'd frown and immediately ask what's wrong

you'll tell him about the stomachache that's been bothering you, and he'd make you some tea and take a nap with you

it's easy to fall asleep as he traces shapes into your exposed skin

100% asking "are you okay? you're sure? do you need anything?" every five seconds

^^ make that every two seconds, actually

he's already extremely affectionate, but he usually shows it by teasing you. this time around? nuh uh, you're getting absolutely drowned in loving

just so sweet !!!!!!!! sweetest boy ever

he's so caring and forever concerned for you and how you're doing

you want soup in the middle of the night? he will sleepwalk to the damn kitchen and get the fucking job done.

yang jungwon !

he's probably used to dealing w caring for his sick members because of his leader role, but he definitely cares for you in a different way

showers you in gifts to take your mind off of your injury. buys you all different types of snacks and plushies <3

if it's something more emotional that's bothering you, there's no one else you could ask for that's better at making you feel better !!

he's so so genuine and it makes him so easy to be around ,, especially when you're dealing with problems. jungwon prides himself on how many people have told him how comfortable he makes them feel

definitely doesn't see you as a bother, and if you suggest such, you will be scolded

you're so very precious to him & he would never ever want you to feel otherwise. it's practically his duty to nurse you back into your best health so why would he ever be bothered by it??? especially when you're so wonderful to be around

his love language is definitely words of affirmation/quality time anyways, so he would never ever do anything to make you feel unwanted and is constantly reassuring you in any and every way he can

scolds redirects you when you try to do anything for yourself. "hey, let me do it, okay? you lie down."

honestly you forget you'd forget ab your problems whenever he's around, it's like his presence is the medicine to your wound

best boy <3

nishimura riki !

teases you nonstop !!

if it's something like a very small injury, he'll laugh at you as he helps your with your bandages

if it's something far more serious, he's far more serious

definitely doesn't like it if you don't take your current state seriously. you're not doing well, therefore you should be doing everything to get better. not wasting your time to make jokes. he's very rarely stern but when it comes to your wellbeing he's completely different

wouldn't get emotional unless it's something serious, and even then he wouldn't be emotional in front of you

orders you both different foods to try out of boredom each night

riki would 100% stay the night if you ask him, but if you aren't dating, he would sleep so far away unless you ask otherwise

^^ he's so cute bye

but in ending he's just super supportive and just wants the best for you, even if he teases you most of the time

!!!!!!! cutie