madebysoupy · 1 year ago
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Navi!
I was home for the weekend and did some doodles :]
This is what I imagine fairies look like!
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samkerrworshipper · 1 year ago
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lap dance | alexia putellas x reader
the stripper r x post world champs alexia that everyone has been desperate for in my inbox, made for my horny girlies! wrote this instead of listening to my english lecture 😝 so enjoy the pure smut
warnings: strapons, smuts, cunnilingus, lap dances, stripping 18+ dni
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You could feel the adrenaline and one shot of tequila you’d been given coursing through your body as you walked up towards the room you’d been assigned. The dressing gown that was covering your body very quickly started to feel a little bit too thin. You passed a lot of women, some still in their playing uniforms which told you they were players, some were similarly dressed to you, some were workers and security. Nobody paid much attention to you, why would they, you were background noise to them, not a person that was made to be looked at, or not at least like that. You let your heeled feet waltz down the hallway, trying to strum up as much confidence as you could, trying to lift your head from the floor so you looked like you were supposed to be here.
You peered up at the numbers across the doors in the hallway, watching as they slowly ticked closer to the one that was written on the piece of paper in your hands. When you finally did make it to the door you took a deep laboured breath, this shouldn’t have been stressing you out, it was your job, you did this for a living, but for some reason tonight it felt different, like there was more pressure on you. You’d trembled when you’d read the name of the woman you were to see, her reputation preceded her and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit intimidated by the thought of being in a room on your own with her. You mustered up the courage to bring your hand up to the door, knocking on it three times before taking a step back, waiting patiently for it to be opened up.
It didn’t take very long, a few seconds at most before you heard the lock unclick and the door swing open. The woman met you in the doorway, wearing her playing jersey, playing shorts and her medal slung around her neck. Her mostly washed out pink hair was a mess around her shoulders, unkempt, like she’d just climbed out of bed, which you supposed she probably could have. It was nearing 4am now and it wasn’t unlikely that between the partying and celebrations she’d tried to get a wink in, you didn’t really believe so, more just blamed in on the fact she’d just played a full game of soccer and probably partied her heart out, the celebrations were still taking place downstairs, the steady sound of music coursing through the hotel carpet.
“Do you plan to stand in my doorway all night?”
Her voice was hoarse, probably from the alcohol and partying, it added a different level of sexuality to her voice, deepening it, making it rougher.
“Sorry.”
You gulped, your voice sounded so meek in comparison to hers, normally you were cocky, confident but she had an effect on you, made you second guess every single thing that you were feeling or thinking.
“Don’t be sorry, are you coming in or not?”
Her lip curled up into a sardonic smile, her head tilting at me from her spot leaning against the door, her mouth hanging open and sinful thoughts plaguing my mind of just how much that mouth could do.
“Yes, sorry.”
You tucked your head back down towards the floor, letting her open the door further to you and you taking some very tentative steps into the space. She clicked the door again behind you, the click sending a jolt of shocks across your body, the sudden realisation that you were alone with the woman in her hotel room starting to set in.
She walked out in front of you, swishing her way past your body over into the corner, where a lone armchair sat. She sat down, her legs settling in a manspread and her elbows falling down onto them, her eyes falling onto you. You could feel her gaze, and suddenly you felt so self conscious, something you’d never experienced before, your job was to strut around half naked, self consciousness was something that you’d lost over the years, but now it was all you could feel.
“Why don’t you show me what you’ve got on underneath that robe?”
Her voice was thicker, still coarse and almost grainy but less so, like she was trying to emit her dominance in the situation.
You pulled at the tie at your waist, you’d made the decision to pick a red set, spanish colours. You shrugged the robe off of your shoulders, letting the silk pool at your feet. You’d never felt so insecure in your own skin, allowing your eyes to lift up to the older woman’s. She wore a rather tantalising smirk, her pearly teeth showing to you. You bit down on your lip, nibbling on it slightly as you waited for her to say something, normally you’d initiate, or you’d start something but something about this felt so different, so much more personal than you knew it truly was.
“Come here.”
Her voice was commanding, so much so that you couldn’t help but propel yourself forward towards the woman, only stopping when you were a few centimetres away from your own legs knocking against her knees. Her hand reached up to you, coming into contact with your knee and rubbing your milky skin softly with her olive palm.
“What’s your name?”
Her eyes were curious, they betrayed everything else she was portraying to you.
“Y/n.”
She smirked at you a little bit, nodding as she continued to roll your skin through her hands, like you were putty in her hands.
“I’m Alexia, although you probably already know that. How old are you, y/n?”
Your name rolled off of her tongue so perfectly, her spanish accent mixing with the coarseness of her tone sent your mind to places that you could never explain.
“19.”
There was only a ten year age difference between you and yet she felt so much older, so much more experienced, so much more accomplished than you ever would be.
“So young, how long have you been in the business?”
You gulped, Alexia seemed so genuinely interested in you, it was weird, you’d never had a client take any particular interest in you.
“17.”
It wasn’t an age you were proud of, and normally you wouldn’t openly admit that to client, but something about Alexia made you feel like you had to be honest with her.
Her hand kept at your leg, rubbing it ever so gently.
“You want to be here?”
You nodded at Alexia, absolutely no hesitation in your mind.
“Okay then sweet, why don’t you do a dance for me.”
Her voice was so calm, like she was talking about her breakfast. Her hand released from your leg, pushing you a few centimetres away from her, allowing you the room to make up your mind. One of her eyebrows rose, a small chuckle leaving her lips as her eyes raked over your body for the first time, admiring the red lingerie that accentuated your body perfectly. The pieces that you’d picked hugged your curves perfectly, you looked like a goddess. She let out a drawn out exhale, which was enough to give you some confidence, enough to perk you up a little bit.
Alexia waved you over to her lap, walking forwards so you were standing inbetween her legs, looking down at her.
“So pretty.”
Her words were murmured, a chesty whisper that was meant for only you.
“Turn around.”
You obeyed her, swivelling on your heels so you were facing nothing but wall. She quickly grabbed your hips, pulling you down directly so you were sitting on her lap. You gasped slightly at the sudden contact, it was nothing you weren’t used to, hell some clients threw you around like you were a ragdoll, but it surprised you all the same even though you knew it was coming.
“I know calm, bebita, calm.”
Her words were cooed directly into your ear, her hot breath brushing against the hairs on your neck. She gently wrapped her arm around your waist, running her hands from your knees to your hips at an agonisingly slow pace, you unconsciously opened up your legs on her lap, completely opening yourself up for her.
“Sorry, ma’am.”
My words were soft, a whisper, she grunted in response, her hot breath continuing to brush against your neck. You took a quick breath to relax yourself before leaning down against Alexia, pressing your ass down against her lap, beginning to grind up and down on her. Alexia, involuntarily, bucks her hips up into you almost immediately, and you smile at your achievement. Her hands begin to guide you, up and down her body as you grind down onto her, slowly finding your rhythm and rocking back and forth on her body. This is something you know you are good at, something that you know how to do.
Eventually you build up the confidence to reach down to your side, pulling Alexia’s hand from your hip and bringing it up to your breast, letting her hand graze over the silk and lace. Alexia palmed her hand over your tit, her hand almost big enough to hold it in one hand. You leant back into her, letting her hand explore the material and skin, her fingers pressing down, squeezing your breast, she huffs into your ear, clearly affected by your motions. It was normal, you witnessed it at work all the time clients getting hot and bothered, however, this wasn’t just any client, this was Alexia Putellas, world champion, the very woman you gushed over when she appeared on your tv, the same woman who was now panting in your ear.
You feel some worry wash over you as you continue to dance on her lap, using your heels to help you grind down harshly against her bare legs. You shouldn’t be getting wet over a client. Was she a client? Is she paying for you, or is the Spanish team paying for you? A million thoughts were running across your mind, so many unprofessional thoughts. You didn’t allow yourself to engage in sexual acts with a client, just a dance, so this must have been more than that. You were thinking so hard, your brain in another dimension that you didn’t even realise Alexia’s hand running down over your clothed heat. The only thing that managed to snap you out of your trance was when Alexia’s palm rubbed down against your covered clit.
“So wet bebita, all for me?”
Her voice was teasing, gentle but cheeky, like she was trying to edge some kind of fire out of you, some kind of passion, and it worked. You lived for this kind of attention, this kind of adrenaline. You swivelled around quickly, diving into her lips. Her tongue quickly pushed to your lips, requesting entry that you very quickly granted. She grabbed your hips, lifting them up so your legs were placed on either side of her hips, so you were straddling her waist. The only sound in the room was the sound of you and Alexia’s mouths against each other, her lips very quickly asserting dominance in the kiss, her hand finding its way to your chin and gripping it brutally.
She tasted like tequila and champagne, a combination that was welcome to your tongue. Your mouths matched each other perfectly, working against each other in synchronisation. Your hand fell to the hem of Alexia’s jersey, tugging at it. She seemed to get the memo, reaching down to meet your hand at the hem and tugging it quickly over her head, only breaking your kiss for a split second to throw the jersey somewhere across the room. You continued grinding down against her hips as her lips continued their assault on yours.
Eventually, when Alexia’s actions really begin to get to you, you slid yourself off of her hips, ungracefully landing on the floor between her legs and beginning to press a series of kisses to her torso, her abs rock hard under your lips, a perfect contrast to the her soft lips. Her breath hitched when your mouth connected with her clothed mound, making you smile up at her with hooded eyes, your eyelashes fluttering up at her innocently. Her pupils were completely blown, her hazel eyes meeting your own from your spot on the floor.
You ever so carefully hooked your fingers in the band of her shorts, tugging them down her muscular thighs and calves, leaving her glistening, beautiful sex right in front of your face. Her breathing quickens almost immediately the second your lips make contact with her heat, your soft pillowy lips pressing down gently on her clit in a quick peck. She moaned almost immediately, her back arching against the armchair as you let your head dip lower, your tongue darting out of your mouth and sliding perfectly through her wetness, you leave open mouth kisses all over her thighs and pussy. You lick a thick stripe up and down with your tongue, revelling in the way that she moaned deeply at your ministrations. You begin to suck on her clit, leading her to take your hair in her hands, tugging you up further into her pool of heat. You continue to suck shamelessly on her clit, enjoying the amount of pleasure that she was getting from your throat and the amount of pleasure you were getting from her hand being entangled in your hair.
She begins to get frantic with her thrusts against your face, and as soon as you begin to bite on her clit it was clear that she was teetering on the edge, her legs shaking wildly on either side of your head and her thighs tightening around your head as she began to hump your head, grinding down against your lips furiously chasing her own release. You moved down, pushing your tongue into her pussy and it was apparently enough to send Alexia over the edge, her legs spasming and her cunt convulsing around your tongue, illicit moans and dirty words flowing freely from her mouth as you kissed her cunt gently and licked up the cum leaking from her hole as the aftershocks ran rampant through her body.
As her body began to still she pulled you up off the carpet by your hair, reaching out for your waist and bringing you to come and sit down on her lap. She pulled you into a gentle kiss, her lips moving gently against yours and absorbing the taste of her on your tongue. Alexia pulled at your bra, reaching around to the back of the red lace and unclicking the clasp, helping you to pull the straps over your shoulders and then fling the bra somewhere onto the hotel room floor, joining Alexia’s shorts and your robe. Alexia’s hands immediately went to your breasts, rolling the flesh in her hands and groaning at the feeling of your pebbled nipples in her hands. Every touch from her hands set you on fire, a wave of incredible shocks that went straight to the wet patch between your legs.
Alexia’s kiss slowly got more heated, her energy rejuvenated and apparently her sexual desire heightening again. One of her hands travelled down to the band of your panties, snapping it against your hips, Alexia clearly finding joy in the moan of mixed pain and pleasure that you enjoyed so much. She smirked against your lips, her practised fingers dancing across your skin drawing intricate patterns over the surface.
You moaned easily into her mouth, the feeling of her hands pinching and prodding at your skin being absolutely delightful. It lit a passion inside of you, a fire that couldn’t be put out, not until Alexia was finally touching the parts of you that needed her the most.
“Please.”
Your words were muffled by her lips, but she understood them, understood exactly what you needed, she still wanted to tease you though, still wanted to work you up.
“What do you want bebita? What do you want from me?”
You moaned again into her mouth, your hips rocking against her lap and your body leaning into wherever her hand would lay itself, chasing her, chasing anything she would give you.
“Fuck, ma’am, fuck me please.”
Alexia smirked against your lips, detaching them and reaching down to your neck, latching them onto your soft skin and beginning to suck and bite at the sensitive spots that littered your neck.
“Such good manners I think I can do that for you, get up on the bed for me niña bonita, on your back, panties off.”
Your whole body shook with her words, you immediately leapt off of her lap, jumping straight onto the bed as to not disobey her, flipping yourself over so your head was resting on the pillows and your legs were laying open for her, you quickly pulled your panties off, slipping them out from under your ass and down your legs, readying yourself for her as she’d asked.
Alexia stumbled around the foot of the bed, picking up something from her suitcase, you very quickly discovered that something was a strap on, one with a rather large clear dildo attached to it. Alexia very quickly pulled the strap on, adjusting the harness quickly so it was fastened to her hips before jumping up beside you on the bed.
She leant over the top of you, her face mere centimetres away from your face as she smirked down at you, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth. With a split second her lips were no longer hanging above your own, instead pressed to your wetness. It was pure ecstasy, enough to throw you over the edge immediately. Alexia was gentle, clearly working you up to what was lying between her legs.
You were a soaking mess, your back arching against the sheets and sinful moans flowing like a waterfall from your mouth. Alexia slowly began to work a knuckle into you, when she found no resistance she began to pump the finger in and out, gently working in it and out of your wetness.
“Alexia, please, fuck, more.”
Alexia obliged your request, beginning to work a second one in, again finding no resistance and beginning to piston the fingers in and out of your hole, curling them gently upwards. She was pushing you, edging you up, but you knew that this wasn’t the main event, this wasn’t what she was building up to. So you let her work you up, moans and curses cascading from your lips as Alexia’s fingers put you in a near drugged up state, pure pleasure fueling your body. She pushed you until you were a stuttering mess, before removing her fingers completely.
She moved up your body, coming up to meet you in a tantalising kiss, her lips were a dream, the mix of alcohol and pleasure on her tongue something so inexplicably perfect that you were sure it had to be a imagination.
Alexia’s mouth was perfection, sliding against yours in complete rhythm.
“Do you want me to fuck you bebita, pound you into the mattress?”
You moaned shamelessly into her mouth, nodding your head quickly, you pleasured haze not being enough to stop you from telling Alexia just how much you wanted that.
“Please, fuck, Alexia, please fuck me.”
Alexia once again smirked sardonically against your lips, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards.
You felt the silicone rubbing against your folds, gently caressing the wetness before locating your hole, Alexia pushing just the tip in, leaving you desperate for more. You whined at her, making your displeasure at her teasing evident.
“C’mon bebita, use your words, ask me for the rest.”
You felt a furious blush rising on your cheeks, you pushing your head into your shoulder as you suddenly felt very shy from the words of the footballer.
“No hiding from me, tell me what you want, and I’ll give you it.”
Alexia reached down to your face, pushing it out of your shoulder so you were face to face with her, hazel eyes bearing down on you.
“Please fuck me, please fill me up.”
Alexia obeyed your request immediately, thrusting her cock into you fully. You moaned at the stretch, Alexia stilling her movements to let you adjust to the sudden, but very welcome intrusion. As soon as you nodded at her she began moving, starting with slow and deep strokes, you mindlessly pushing your hips against hers to meet her at every single thrust, it’s magical, indescribable pleasure. Alexia’s hands come up to your breasts and her mouth once again finds your neck, attacking it brutally and leaving marks and bites all over it. You can feel yourself beginning to come undone, and it is then that you realise Alexia’s medal is still dangling from her neck, the gold piece of metal swaying back and forth between her breasts as she quickens her thrusts, beginning to pound in and out of you. It’s a beautiful sight, something no artist could capture.
Your legs begin to tremble, a clear sign that you are nearing your high and just as you are about to tell Alexia you are going to cum, she removes contact from you completely, leaving you vulnerable and wanting on the mattress.
“Alexia.”
You whine at her, your pussy clenching around air, instead of Alexia’s cock that a few mere seconds ago had been filling you to the brim.
She circled your hole with her tip, teasing, you’re grateful for the contact but also so desperate for more.
“Beg for me amor.”
This time you felt no shame asking for what you wanted, felt no shame telling Alexia that.
“Please Alexia, put it back in, please give me your cock, I’ve been good for you haven’t I? Fuck me, please? Please make me cum, I’m trying so hard to be good for you, I’ll be so good, please.”
Your words seemed to be enough for Alexia, the woman began to wildly thrust into you, her hands and lips restarting their previous movements up again, this time with more edge, more urgency. This time when you found yourself on the edge Alexia didn’t retract her movements, instead wheyour legs began to tremble she began to fasten her movements. She fucked you like she knew every part of your body, like she knew you like the back of her own palm.
“Alexia, fuck, fuck, going to cum, please let me cum.”
She nodded at you and that was enough permission for you, enough fuel to send you plummeting over the edge into an exquisite orgasm, like you’d never experienced. You saw stars, your vision going pitch black as the pure pleasure coursed all the way through your bones and body, sending shocks and unmeasurable amounts of pleasure that Alexia had given you.
Alexia slowed her movements, although did not cease her thrusts completely, slowly bringing you down from your high. As soon as the big wave faded you regained your vision and enough of your sense to feel just how overstimulated you were. You mewled at Alexia, pushing her away from you and she slowly but surely withdrew, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling your head into her chest as you came down from your high.
She placed gentle kisses on your forehead and jawbone, watching lovingly as you slowly came back to earth, slowly beginning to regain more energy. You gazed up at her, a post orgasm dazed bliss being the only thing displayed on your face. You looked at Alexia, realising she had now removed her explicit appendage and was lying beside you on the bed, bare beside the medal that she still had hanging around her throat.
Everything about how she was treating you was so intimate, so gentle, so unlike anything you ever experienced with your other clients. To most of the people you serviced you were just another body, just another sex toy to be hired out and paid, you gave people a show, serviced them and then they left. None of them were this gentle, this wrapped up in your own contentment.
“How are you feeling?”
Alexia’s words were soft, a lot softer in contrast to the words that she’d been moaning at you a few minutes ago.
“Sore, but good, how about you?”
Your voice was just as hoarse as Alexia’s now, lost from your moans and screams.
“Not too sore?”
There was the underlying theme of worry in Alexia’s voice, something you were so unused to.
“No, I’ll be okay.”
Alexia nodded, leaning down again to press another kiss to your forehead.
“I should probably leave, I don’t want to be a bother.”
It was the truth, you didn’t want to distract Alexia from her victory or make her feel like she had to care for you. Just as you were about to remove yourself from her arms she stopped you, pulling you back down to her chest tightly.
“Nonsense, unless you want to leave you are very welcome, I want to make sure that you are okay, that was a little rough and it would be understandable if you were feeling a little bit spacey.”
You bit you lip, this was so irregular, you were a stripper, a sex worker, you weren’t supposed to have this kind of niceness, weren’t supposed to be granted these kinds of kindness.
“It’s my job, I feel fine, I can go for round two if you want.”
There was a little bit too much bite to your tone, enough for Alexia to tighten her grip on you.
“I know I don’t know you, but regardless of whether or not this is your job it’s okay for you to feel sore or like you want to take a breather, I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to.”
Alexia was being so tender underneath the dimly lit lamplight.
“I feel good, I promise, I don’t think I’ve ever cum harder in my life, and I’d love to do it again, in the shower?”
Alexia smirked at you, chuckling at your admission.
“That is definitely something I won’t object to, but first, let’s just take a breather, I know you say you're fine but just let your elder have a moment to breathe.”
Conversation between you and Alexia flowed so freely, like you’d known each other for years, like you weren’t two bedmates that would most likely never see each other again after tonight.
“Okay grandma, take your time, I’ll just go get myself off with the shower head.”
You jumped off of the bed, running towards the ensuite and not missing the sound of Alexia’s feet pattering after you, chasing you into the bathroom, raring to go again, something that you were less than objectionable to.
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jadeee · 6 months ago
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My Favorite Fairytale
Kento helps your daughter with her first loose tooth, but does she have to grow up so fast? 1.7k ⁑ slight mention of depression @ittosbigfatmantitties @ner-dee @luneariaa @jaix-chan-blog @stressed-cryptid
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"Don't touch it. Your hands aren't clean."
Kento placed his hand over your daughter's which inched toward her mouth. A soft sigh left her tiny body as she watched the screen.
Connecting ... connecting ... the blue screen disappeared once you filled its space.
"Hey, did something happen?"
"Mommy!"
Kiyomi's brows jumped up to her forehead, eyes widened with a huge smile to match. He'd only taken in a breath when she grabbed his phone.
"Look," she wiggled her tooth.
"Kiyomi..." Kento gently pulled her hand down again.
"Ohhh, is it ready?"
"I think so, but papa said to wait."
"Really?"
He glanced at you then nodded. Moments ago, he attempted to pull the tooth (with a gentle hand) at his daughter's request. Her brows pinched ever so slightly, eyes shut, muscles tensing for what was to come next. When he heard the beginnings of a squeal, he'd let go. His hand rested on his knee as he'd knelt down to her level. Looking into her eyes felt like a mirror. The familiar mix of frustration and determination, much akin to stubborness.
"We should wait."
"Let's call mommy. She can help us!"
Kento was pulled back to reality by the sound of your voice.
"If papa said to wait, we should wait, sweetheart."
"Ugh," her dramatic groan aimed toward the ceiling as she threw her head back.
"Kiyomi." Kento and you said in unison.
"Can we try one more time?" Please?"
For a moment, the two of you stared at each other. Speaking a secret language only parents could understand. Kiyomi watched then beamed when she saw you both nod. Thus, the daily ritual began once more with Kento washing his hands, grabbing a paper towel, and kneeling in front of his daughter. His fingertips held the small ivory in her mouth. A slight tug... she held her breath and so did he. 
"It's not ready, darling." he rested his hand on his leg.
"You can pull harder. I'll be okay."
His hazel eyes met hers. He found himself attempting to commit the moment to memory in the moment of silence. The truth was: he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was only a tooth, but she was his little girl. His stomach twisted at the thought of her  yelping or crying. Then there'd be blood and another tooth that'd grow in... would she ever need braces?
"We'll try again later. How about a snack?"
"Hm... okay." she hung her head.
His chest tightened at the sight while the guilt seeped in.
"What would you like?" your voice filled the dead air, "We can have papa make Super Special Salad?"
Kiyomi nodded as she wiped her slowly falling tears.
"You'll have that tooth out in no time."
Kento placed his hand on her shoulder as your words worked to comfort her.
"We can have taiyaki too."
She looked up at him, "Really?"
"Yes," his thumb wiped the damp tears from her cheeks "but until then, it's Super Special Salad."
Without warning, she wrapped her arms around his tall frame. He patted her back then gave her a small squeeze, "Aishiteru."
"Suki."
He chuckled, realizing they needed to work on her Japanese a bit more.
"Alright," he patted her back once more "let's make that salad."
"Wait, I have to use the bathroom first."
She ran down the hall before he could utter a word. The man rose to his feet then glanced down the corridor. A remnant of a smile flashed across his face before washing his hands to start on the snack for his daughter. If you aren't a regular at the Nanami household, then you may mistake Super Special Salad for your usual lettuce, tomato, and carrots. This is where you're tremendously wrong. Kiyomi hates tomatoes... and lettuce... though she doesn't mind the "orange sticks" as she calls them.
Super Special Salad is a Kento classic of fruit cut into a medley of shapes. It's one of the ways he helped her learn circles, triangles, and such. Kiyomi's absolute favorite are the flower shapes. He's made sure to add more of those as she's gotten older.He proudly prepared the area for his sous chef, straightening the cookie cutters as they lay on the cutting board.
"Kiyomi!" he stood in the kitchen, listening for any sound of her. "Kiyomi?" his fingers untied the apron he'd put on then set it onto the counter.
"Kiyomi." his voice was steady and stern, unlike his heart which beat hard in his chest with each step he took toward the bathroom. The light poured out into the hallway, a sliver of a shadow decorating the center. "Ah!" its limbs flinched back. The sound caused Nanami to rush forward. His hand pressed against the doorframe, eyes looking dead ahead for the threat only to find Kiyomi holding her tiny tooth between her fingers.
"I did it!" she held it up at him. Her eyes were slightly damp from the tears that dared to spill over moments ago. "It didn't hurt that much! Can we have taiyaki now?!" 
His heart resided to its usual rhythm as he stared at her in disbelief. 
"Are you mad? ... I washed my hands first like you said! See." she held her free hand up to his face. 
The smell of soap wafted toward his nostrils. He knew that he should've chastised her then. I said we would try again later. You should've waited for your mom and I, so he knelt down to her level. She drew her hand back and clutched onto the tiny ivory victory she'd been fretting over for days. He placed a hand on her shoulder "I'm very proud of you." His eyes softened when he looked at her gap-filled smile.
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For the last few hours, his face remained that way. As if he were frozen in time in a perpetual state of bliss. Rosy cheeks, soft lines gracing the sides of his mouth and eyes from smiling or laughing at something his daughter said. Hands that were consistently making their way over to you, whether it was to take the spoon from you so he could make dinner. Occasionally, they'd squeeze your thigh, rest it on your waist, or find their way to your very own hand. Lips that started to tell Kiyomi a bedtime story as he held onto her. 
"You're smushing him." she gestured to Paprika the Red Panda, as she'd so aptly named him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Paprika." he grabbed the stuffed animal then placed it on his lap "Do you think he wants to join us?"
"Of course," you peeled back the covers so Kiyomi could tuck him in next to her.
"Ready for storytime?"
You nodded along with Kiyomi then Kento cleared his throat. "Once upon a time, there was a man. He wasn't very happy. He was sad a lot but he didn't talk about it, so --"
"Why was he sad?" Kiyomi glanced up at the storyteller.
"We'll get to that later." Kento brushed a spot of leftover taiyaki from her cheek. Your fingers found their way to her hair which you mindlessly played with. She leaned a bit more into your touch, her head in your lap while her arm rested near her father. He took his hand in hers.
"So, he'd eat, work, and go to sleep. Only to do it all again the next day."
"Did he have any friends?" Kiyomi chimed in again. Kento went silent then shook his head, "Not really. He did but he wasn't very good at talking to them."
"Why not?"
Your fingers gently grazed over her scalp "Kiyomi... sometimes people don't feel like talking and... it feels better to be alone."
"But if your sad, you should talk to someone?"
"Right," Kento squeezed her hand. "If you're sad, you should talk to someone. Promise you'll do that, okay?"
Kiyomi nodded "I promise... but what about the man?"
"Well, he lived like that for a long time until he met a lady who was," his eyes landed on you "... incomparable."
Your eyes flicked up at him and he saw the light in them immediately. In the few seconds of silence, you two exchanged a loving glance.
"What's incomparable?"
"It means that there's nothing else like her."
"Flowers?"
"Nope."
"Super Special Salad?"
He shook his head.
"Taiyaki?" you challenged him and he chuckled then shook his head once more "Nothing."
"She's warmer than the sun and softer than moonlight. If I tried to compare her to anything, I think it'd be quite rude... we can say.. she's magic and I can't imagine living in a world without magic."
"I like magic!" Kiyomi's eyes lit up "Uncle Gojo showed me a magic trick."
Your laughter filled the room and Nanami only smiled to himself. "Let's stay away from his magic tricks for now."
"Okay, continue with your story." your laughter died down.
"Anyway... a few years later, the man found that he couldn't live without the magic woman so he asked her to grow old with him and y'know what she said? She said yes."
"Was he still sad?"
"Hm... sometimes but being with her helps him... they're kind of like a quilt. He has these holes and pieces missing, but she comes in and fills it with a patch."
"Mommy, what's a quilt?"
"It's like a blanket," you caressed her cheeks as she started to blink slowly, giving in to sleep.
"Papa, why'd you tell that story?" she rubbed her eyes.
"I kind of like it. Did I bore you?"
He glanced down at her then noticed the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her lashes unmoving as she slept soundly.
"It was a great story. Even if it wasn't a fairytale." You looked at your husband and cupped his cheek.
"Who said it was a story?" his eyes gazed into yours, skin growing hot from your tender touch. The remark made your breath hitch, you were stunned by his words. He placed his hand over yours, never breaking your gaze. The Look of Love fails short when describing the emotion that resided in his face. Yes. his hazel eyes were warm. A soft smile permanently stuck on his face... yet, there was something more. You'd felt it in the way he squeezed your hand. The silent "thank you" for simply existing and making everything better.
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suzukiblu · 11 months ago
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excerpt from the one where Tim Drake goes to an alternate reality and decides to get his other self laid via the local Kon's bisexual awakening:
"Hey, remember when you saved my life earlier?" Tim asks. 
"Yeah, kinda," Kon replies in amusement. "Seeing as it was about two point five seconds after you rigged the evil alien robot army to self-destruct and helped save our entire literal reality's life, so I was definitely paying attention." 
"Flatterer," Tim says with a smirk even as he waves him off. The self-destruct function wasn't even that hard to hack, comparatively. That time he'd downloaded Lex Luthor's active IP files from his personal office while the asshole had been on his damn computer–now that'd been tricky. Interdimensional alien invaders barely compare. And the Brainiac incident still gives him stress migraines when he thinks about it for too long. 
Metropolis sucks and Tim frankly has no idea how his own Kon can stand the place.
But like, getting off-topic here. 
"Well, I was gonna say you should let me pay you back for that," he continues. "But since you bring it up I'll also accept a show of gratitude on behalf of your reality, whichever gets you off harder.” 
Kon laughs, because he is apparently adorable enough to have assumed that was a joke. Precious little moron, Tim thinks fondly. 
"You know, you're a lot less uptight than our version of you is," Kon says, grinning down at Tim before flashing Tim's other self a smirk. "No offense, Rob. Dude's clearly just doing more yoga than you or something. Maybe drinking more tea? Taking the occasional bubble bath?" 
"Silly me, if only I'd invested in more bath bombs in my life," Tim's other self says dryly. 
"It's probably my sex life, actually," Tim himself puts in with an easy shrug. Turns out when you stop pretending you don't have a ridiculously high libido and actually just indulge the thing, a lot of life's little annoyances become a lot easier to handle. Go figure. "Plus my boyfriend Bernard is really great, just his entire existence does wonders for my mood in general and he also makes me eat real food on occasion and monitors my caffeine intake much more reliably than I'm capable of doing on my own. The man is a living antidepressant and I don't even mean that in a fucked-up way, he's just that good." 
"Boyfriend?" Kon blinks at him, then puts on another grin. It takes, Tim cannot help but notice, exactly two beats longer than his real grin would've. "Ohhhhh, okay, so the problem is just that you're not getting laid hard enough?" 
"It is not," Tim's other self says dubiously, watching Kon just a little bit warily and obviously worried about his potential reaction to the word "boyfriend". Well, Tim never claimed to be emotionally intelligent about Kon, so no surprise his other self is also a dumbass there. 
"It kinda is, actually," he tells his other self. "I was tracking my cortisol levels the last time I went on a solo away mission and let's just say they were . . . concerning? Like really concerning. Like by the time I got back I was kiiiiind of convinced I was going to need to go on anti-anxiety meds again. But then I jumped my Kon in the Titans Tower med bay instead and that pretty much solved the problem." 
Kon . . . pauses, sort of. Tilts his head. Tim's other self looks a lot warier.
"'Jumped'," Kon repeats carefully. "Like . . . what, you dragged him to the gym to spar or something?" 
"Like I blew his back out so hard that when he came his TTK fritzed out and disassembled my recovery bed," Tim clarifies helpfully. "It really helped with the cortisol levels issue." 
Kon blinks. Tim's other self looks pained, but also desperately envious. Tim would also be desperately envious if their situations were reversed and so does not blame him for said envy in the slightest. 
"I thought you said you had a boyfriend?" Kon says after a moment, sounding a little odd in a very telling way. Or at least very telling to Tim, anyway. 
As is the way that he's not looking at Tim's other self at all anymore. 
"Open relationship," Tim says. "Also Bernard thinks you're stupidly hot and really likes hearing about the kind of stuff you let me do to you. I've actually been debating inviting you over for his birthday so he can watch us live for once but I haven't asked you yet." 
"What, so your Kon is the side chick?" Kon jokes, awkwardly putting on another just barely belated grin. 
"More like my kept boy, functionally speaking, but he's having a 'weird about commitment' phase right now so I've just been making a lot of sugar baby jokes to soften him up," Tim replies with a shrug. It's only sort of been working, but it has been working, and he's willing to take his time on it. It's not fair to expect Kon to only be easy, after all. "Long-term goal is to marry Bernard and ideally get Kon to 'live-in boyfriend' status somewhere in there, but that would also require him not being weird about commitment and also figuring out how well he and Bernard get along in the same space, so we'll just have to see how that one goes." 
"Uh," Kon says. "Why?" 
"Because you are incredibly important to me and also look like a very horny Renaissance sculptor made you out of calacatta marble," Tim tells him matter-of-factly, gesturing meaningfully at him. "Frankly it's criminal that you ever put clothes on."
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hanasnx · 7 months ago
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something something about cringefail loser mordecai having this fantasy about anal and something something about him finally getting the chance
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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | situationship | fwbs | explicit sexual content | doggy style | porn references | anal penetration.
MORDECAI’s never tried it before. His lack of sexual experience speaks for itself, but you’ve also never brought it up. You’ve been hooking up with him for a while now, and you had no idea the amount of times he’s stared at your little asshole and bit his lip so hard it broke the skin. He wants it bad, and you dangle it in front of him every time you bend over.
He’s not disappointed with pussy, he just can’t help but gravitate towards the unknown. The porn holes he’s fallen down where pro pornstars take two or three dicks in the seemingly elastic and bottomless room of their assholes makes him itch to try it out. A pussy is great, but he’s gotta try anal. At least once.
On the forefront of his thoughts for weeks, he’s at his limits of waiting. Every time you meet up he’s considering bringing it up, but it just never occurs organically. He’s not sure what to say. At one point he nearly spilled it when you’d asked him how his coffee was to make conversation, all the while he was nailing down his tongue in his mouth to keep from blurting out the phrase, “I wanna fuck your ass.”
He wants to fuck your ass, over and over and over again. He wants to creampie the fuck out of it, let it ooze out of you in spurts when your hole contracts.
To his surprise, he’s not the one to ask about it first. Bent over in front of him with your back arched low, you’re offering yourself to him, “Wanna put it in my ass? C’mon, you know you want to.” voice breathless and sultry, clutching the covers as you let him decide. His agape mouth quivers, unable to form a sentence as his brain spans a million things at once.
“Fuck yes, I do.” he can’t say it fast enough, eager enough. Straightening up to fix a palm on your asscheek, mounting you when the head of his cock brushes the puckered lips of your hole. You’ve done this before, he hasn’t, and he can’t believe you just volunteered it like that. Aren’t girls supposed to be chaste with this sort of thing? He doesn’t know, but it’s best not to question it.
His long fingers wrap around his shaft, giving it a few sticky pumps as he humps his hips forward, easing the tip in. Out of inexperience, he goes a touch too fast, so you hiss and order him to take his time. He mutters an apology, pulling out only to do it again. Over and over, centimeter by centimeter, he takes his time. As soon as he feels it wrap around the head of him, he feels fit to burst right then. It’s a completely different texture than a cunt. Its moisture comes solely from lube, and it’s tougher going in. But the tightness is on another level.
His eyes close, head lulling back as he relaxes with a low groan vibrating from his throat. You rub your cheek on the mattress, whimpering as you rock back on him in tiny motions, letting the pleasure loosen you up until he bottoms out. His balls brush your folds, wet and leaking while his dick takes a turn in your asshole. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut to concentrate on anything other than where his cock is right now. “This is too good, this is way too fucking good. Fuck—I might bust.”
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clarisse0o · 4 months ago
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Camp Wiegman - Part 1
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle
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Alternate Universe : Military School
Summary : Ona has to leave Barcelona against her will because her mother decided to sent her to a school in Manchester.
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Monday, October 5; 6:45 AM - Home.
« Get up, Onii!!! »
I jump when a little bundle pounces on me, screaming. I groan into my pillow as he laughs in my ears before getting off my back. I turn over as quickly as possible to catch him before he runs away. The surprise rings in my ears even before his shrill scream, but I don't let go of him.
« Joan... » I begin in the calmest voice I can manage. « How many times have I asked you not to wake me up like this? »
« Mmmmmh... »he pretends to think. « I don't remember! »
« You'll see! »
A mix of cries and laughter fills the room as I attack him with tickles along her ribs. He tries to struggle, but I'm far too strong for him.
« St-stop », he says between laughs. « P-Please... Oniii! »
« Ona, let go of your little brother. He'll be late otherwise! » my mother reprimands me as she passes by my bedroom door.
« You're lucky this time! »
I release him and get out of bed to go to my closet. I sigh when I see that a large number of clothes are missing.
« Are you taking me to school this morning? »
I turn around to see my little brother watching me from the edge of the bed where he's sitting. He's so innocent. He makes me want to go back to when I was his age. Everything was simpler. It's rather ironic, considering he keeps telling me he wishes he were as big as I am. My many discussions about my departure don't seem to have sunk in, given his question. I'm afraid he'll hold it against me over time, as this isn't the first time I've left home. I approach him, crouching down to his level. His doe eyes and sad expression don't make it any easier to say what I need to, but I go ahead anyway.
« Joan... » We've already talked about this. You know it's not possible.
« But I don't want you to leave! » he raises his voice. « You just got back... »
I tense up when he lowers his head to hide his sorrow from me. I feel so guilty for causing him so much pain. He doesn't deserve to be caught up in all this mess. I gently stroke his cheek to encourage him to lift his head.
He makes a pout that could melt anyone's heart, mine first and foremost.
« I'm sorry, little heart... I'm really sorry for putting you through all this. You know that if I could stay, I would. You know that, right? »
« I don't want you to leave! » he shouts again. « Stay, please. »
Now he's crying, which only makes me feel worse. His tears bring tears to my own eyes. I hold him as tightly as I can and stroke his hair to soothe his sadness.
Joan is undeniably my weakness in all this. I feel so guilty about leaving again. I have to stay strong and hide my feelings to avoid making his reaction worse. If it were up to me, I would stay. I resent my mother for sending me to that damn school thousands of miles away. It cuts me off from the few loved ones I have left.
« When will you come back? »
« I have no idea », I shrug. « We'll see. Anyway, I'll call you regularly. »
« Promise? »
« Of course, if I'm allowed to, I will. »
« Is it very strict there? »
If there's one thing I don't like about kids, it's their curiosity. They just keep asking questions and can ask the same one ten times to get an answer. It's not so bad, but in my situation, it's annoying because I don't have the answers myself. He just reminds me why I've been stressed all week since the news broke.
« Well, you know what? » I change the subject. « If we hurry, I'll try to negotiate with Mom to take you to school before I leave. »
« Really? » He smiles with all his teeth.
« Of course! I just have to make sure I don't miss my flight. If we leave a bit earlier, I can drop you off before going to the airport. »
« YAY! »
I laugh at his excitement. I help him get dressed so he can quickly head downstairs. His departure allows me to clean up his mess and get myself ready more peacefully. Fifteen minutes later, I join him downstairs.
Dressed and with makeup on. I find him in the large dining room talking with his father and our mother. I don't bother to stop and head straight to the kitchen. I sit on a high chair behind the bar that faces the kitchen. I smile when I see a cup of hot chocolate and a freshly prepared pastry waiting for me.
« Good morning, Sam. »
« Oh, hi Ona. »
He moves to the counter so we can be face-to-face and chat while I enjoy my breakfast. I've had this habit since... well, since he started working here, to be honest. Samuel has been our cook for a few years now. We're almost the same age, give or take five years. His dishes are truly outstanding. I'll really miss them. They say the food in boarding schools isn't very good.
« So, you'll take me to school then? »
« What's this about now? » asks my mother, entering the room with Joan.
« I told him I'd drop him off if we leave a bit earlier. »
« Did you really have to tell him that? » she snaps.
« It's the last time I'll see him for a long time, you could make an effort. »
I maintain my gaze firmly. She eventually capitulates with a sigh. I suppress a smile that could change her mind. I always win when it comes to staring contests. I'm proud to have irritated her, but even more proud to have won.
« Fine, hurry up then. »
« Yay! »
My brother knows how to lighten the mood. I take a sip from my cup to hide my amusement as he dashes out of the kitchen, with my mother chasing after him, yelling to be careful on the stairs.
« Tough leaving, huh? » asks Sam.
« Not really. The hardest part is leaving Joan. Take care of him for me, please. »
« Don't worry about that. He'll be fine, unlike you », he says through gritted teeth.
« I'll be fine too », I assure him.
« I hope so. It would be nice to see you alive again », he jokes. 
I roll my eyes with a smirk. We've always had a good relationship. At first, I even thought he had a thing for me. I realized it was a mistake later when I found out he was dating this guy named Paolo. I had a good laugh. As a lesbian I was surprised that Samuel was gay too.
« Shall we go, Oni ? »
I turn to Joan, who has returned with his backpack on. The time for goodbyes has come. I smile at my brother and get up to put my empty cup in the sink. Then, I walk over to Sam and give him a tight hug.
"It's all going to be okay, you'll see," he reassures me.
"I'll try to call. Can you put Joan on when you get the chance?" I ask.
"Promise. I really hate goodbyes," he adds, pulling me back into his embrace.
I laugh, playfully tapping his shoulder when I notice his teary eyes. It's touching since I've never seen him cry. I leave before I end up in the same state. I miss Sofia, my governess, who has a day off today. I said goodbye to her yesterday, but it's not the same. She's a bit like my second mom. She always knew how to lend a listening ear when I needed it. I go up to my room to check that I haven't forgotten anything. I also stop by the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I'm sure everything's in order, I put on my jacket, grab my bag, and take one last look at my room. It's time to leave if I want to take Joan to school, so I head down the stairs without rushing.
Hector has put your suitcase in the trunk," my mother informs me as she waits. "Do you have your ticket? »
"Yeah," I reply, patting my pockets to double-check.
"A taxi will drop you off at the school."
I half-listen to my mother's final instructions about my arrival at my new life. I look up when I realize she's wrapping up her verbose explanations, which I could have done without.
"Are you going to be okay?" she finally asks.
« Does it really matter to you?" I retort rhetorically, brushing past her to reach the entrance. She sighs behind me as I open the door. It's all her fault anyway. I look at the cobblestone driveway where the car is already prepared with Joan inside. I greet Hector, our driver, who is standing nearby. I descend the stairs and glance to my left at our garden where Marcus is. I give him a small nod. Asshole. He's my mother's boyfriend. He's not entirely to blame, but I've never been able to like him. I avoid looking back at the landing where my mother might play the model mom, waving me off as if I'm going on vacation. I've never liked formalities, so I head to the front seat of the car. Hector has long stopped making remarks about it. He settles in beside me and pulls into traffic once the gate opens. I watch the house recede in the rearview mirror. Here we go... We're on our way. Before starting my new life, we make a stop at Joan's school. Hector wishes him a good day as I step out to walk him to the gate. The hardest moment arrives... I crouch down to his level. He immediately wraps his little arms around me for a hug.
"I don't want you to go," he says softly.
"Look at me, Joan," I ask gently, lifting his chin. "It's going to be okay, alright? I'll come back, don't worry."
"Will you think about me a lot?"
"I'll do nothing else."
"Will you call me?"
"If I'm allowed, I will. I promised you, little one," I say, touching his nose with my finger. "Sam and Sofia will pass you the phone if it's me."
"I'll miss you."
He hugs me again, and I squeeze him as tightly as I can. I kiss his forehead before helping him with his backpack.
"I love you, Ona!"
"I love you too, sweetheart! Now, go play with your friends."
He runs off to join them. I wait until he looks back to wave at him with a smile. I make sure not to show any emotion so that at least one of us is reassured. I turn around when I'm no longer the center of his attention and settle back into the car. Hector starts driving towards the airport without saying a word. Everyone knows these are the toughest goodbyes for me.
"Are you okay?" he asks, handing me a tissue.
I hadn't even realized I was crying. I nod and smile gratefully as I take the tissue. The journey lasts half an hour to reach the airport. I have plenty of time to check in my luggage and go through security before the flight. Hector insisted on accompanying me the whole way, despite my repeated assurances that he didn't need to stay, though I appreciate his presence. Boarding time arrives quickly, and we head there after passing all the checks.
"We'll take care of Joan, don't worry," he tries to reassure me.
"Thank you."
"He's a big boy now, you know."
"Yes, he's grown up so much," I reply with a faint smile.
The intercom interrupts, announcing the boarding call. I turn to my driver, whom I've always appreciated. He's in his forties, but we've always had a special bond. He smiles tenderly, and we share a hug. I take the opportunity to thank him for everything before joining the line that has formed. I teased Sam about his state earlier, but I'm not much better at the moment. At the end of the line, I present my ticket to a hostess who tears off a portion. A security guard beside her checks my navy blue Eastpack once more, then they wish me a safe journey... "Safe journey," my ass, yeah. I move forward without a word for boarding. A second hostess welcomes me onto the plane and helps me find my seat number. Luck seems to be on my side for once. I have a window seat, and my neighbor who arrives shortly after me is an elderly lady. I'll have peace and quiet for the entire journey. I switch my phone to airplane mode. I put my headphone on. Music will help me sleep since I have two hours to kill. I start my music just as the intercom instructs us to fasten our seatbelts because takeoff is imminent. Indeed, a few minutes later, we're airborne. I watch our ascent through the window with a thoughtful expression. "Hasta la vista Barcelona... Hello Manchester !"
Monday, October 5th; 10:25 - Manchester Airport.
Damn it... Not only did I forget about the time difference, but I also forgot about the temperature change here! I'm finally in my taxi after taking some time to find my driver with his tiny sign. We're now stuck in monstrous traffic. The scenery is different from Barcelona. I'm going to miss my city more than I thought. I put my headphones back on just as my driver announced that we still have a way to go. He explained that the school is located away from the city center, but right now, we're stuck in the middle of it. We just need to manage to get out. Given the traffic jams, I have more time ahead of me. I could have done without it, considering how my imagination has come back in full force. I know nothing about the school she's sending me to. As if what I went through wasn't enough. Something like this had to happen to me again.
I hate having to listen to my mother and do everything she says. I'll be twenty in a few days and I still have to do as she pleases. If I hadn't messed up, I might already have a job by now. Now, here I am stuck on the other side of the Europe, with no one. Thanks, Mom, thanks a lot! My stress level shoots up again, though it had subsided thanks to my nap on the plane. I managed to catch up on my sleep. Nothing can change now. I'm here, and it will be difficult to turn back. The driver tries to make conversation, but he understands it's a lost cause. I can be a real wall when I want to be. He seems relieved to have finally arrived after forty-five minutes on the road. We would have certainly taken less time without the traffic jams. I get out of the car while the driver takes care of my suitcase. There are no buildings here, just a few houses around and even then. I didn't see any bus stops either, which I don't like too much.
The driver told me it was impossible for him to go any further. I understand why now, seeing what's in front of me. A huge, very impressive metal gate blocks the road. OK, what is this place? It's surrounded by an impenetrable high brown stone wall. It might have had its charm in another context. I feel like I'm standing in front of a prison entrance. I read the sign proudly standing above the gate: Camp Wiegman. What the hell is this mess? A camp? I wanted to ask the driver if he had the wrong place, but he was already gone. What an asshole! He better hope I don't run into him again next time! I groan in frustration and resign myself to dragging my feet and my suitcase towards the reception. A woman in her fifties is there, with glasses dangling on her nose. She looks up and smiles warmly at me. At least I'm not dealing with an old hag.
"Hello. You must be the new one, right?"
"I guess. Ona Batlle," I introduced myself.
"That's right," she said, looking at a sheet. "Come in, I'll notify them of your arrival!"
A door next to the large gray gate opens. I push it and roll my suitcase inside. Surprisingly, the taxi wasn't wrong after all. This place is huge from what I can see. I don't know where to look, it's quite... breathtaking. I don't dare move, not knowing where to go. The door is now closed behind me, preventing me from getting out. I wait a few minutes, and still, no one comes. The receptionist smiles at me every time I look at her. I guess someone will come to get me.
"Welcome to Camp Wiegman, Ona!"
I jump and turn toward the voice. A blonde woman stands before me. She has glasses and smile at me. I frown as I shake the hand she offers me. The only question that comes to mind is: Who is she?She must have understood.
"Excuse me, I haven't introduced myself! I’m Marina Wiegman, the director of this camp."
"Why does that name sound familiar?"
"I'm a friend of your parents" he explains.
"Oh."
I can't manage to say anything else. They've put me in a damn camp run by their friend. Great! This is getting worse and worse! This whole situation reeks of trouble.
"Follow me, I'll give you a quick tour of the place."
She orders me to leave my luggage, saying someone will take care of it. So, I leave my suitcase but keep my backpack. We walk down the large tree-lined avenue. It looks like a beautiful place... until you see what's hidden inside. I wasn't wrong. This place is gigantic! I can't see the end because of the buildings in front of us, but the horizon is already impressive. We take a left where I can see two fields in the distance surrounded by perfectly maintained grass. As we get closer, I spot a macadam field and a grass field, both fenced. Next to that, there’s a huge brand-new gymnasium. We don't go inside, but she indicates there are several rooms that I'll discover over time. We continue the tour in the first building on the left. It’s attached to the central building. This one houses the various classrooms, according to her. There’s another similar building just behind, connected by covered walkways. They don't seem big, only having one small floor each. One thing is for sure, the decoration is far from warm. Everything is as cold as the weather outside. It's raining, by the way. I already miss the sun I left behind in Barcelona. All the buildings are made of gray bricks. The only place that seems less gloomy is the new gymnasium. We exit through the back of the second building after a short passage and continue to the right. We pass the cafeteria, then the dormitories which are at the other end. She indicates that the staff dormitory is behind the student one. We complete our loop by returning to the central building. It’s the heart of the place and houses the administration. It looks very large. The upper floor must be her personal quarters. We continue inside where we are greeted by a hall before accessing the offices. We pass through a door with a sign indicating the secretariat. We walk down a long corridor with several doors labeled with names, most of them closed. We finally reach her office at the end. She invites me to sit on a chair, which I do without hesitation.
"I'm sorry I could only stop by briefly, but work keeps me very busy."
"No problem."
"Alright, let's get to the point. Did your mother explain anything to you?"
"Not really," I replied honestly. "Just that I'd be here for a long time."
"I see," she said. "I've been informed about your issues. Do I have your permission to share this information with the staff?"
"I'd prefer you didn't."
"As you wish. Do you know it's usually hard to get into this kind of camp?"
"Believe me, if I could have avoided it, I wouldn't be here," I retorted.
"Many applications were rejected this year. I shouldn't even be taking on another person in the middle of the year. You should see this as an opportunity! Your mother contacted me. I owed her a favor, so I reconsidered your application after someone left."
"I could have done without it," I muttered.
"We are a strict establishment," she continued, ignoring my comment. "We have clear rules that must not be broken under penalty of sanctions."
"Hmm."
"We are a half-university, half-military camp."
I sat up straight. Did I hear that correctly?! Military? This has to be a joke! She frowned as I laughed.
"What's so funny, Ona?"
"Military, seriously?" I laughed even harder.
"Military, indeed," she confirmed. "Well, it's a big word. You simply have the right to supervision and guidance by instructors alongside your classes. We are a special private educational institution."
"Didn't see that coming."
I hate her. There's no other word. Sending me to a place like this?! Does she want to turn me into a little soldier or what? If she thinks I'm going to go along with this, she's dreaming! I can already tell I'm going to have fun driving them crazy. They'll get so fed up with me that they'll send me back themselves.
"Since you're just starting, you'll be under the responsibility of an instructor for a while," she informed me. "This person is the one you should listen to first. They will help you adapt, guide you, and discipline you if necessary."
"Yeah, yeah."
I couldn’t care less about what she has to say now. I've been tuning out since she mentioned it's a military school. I did catch that all devices are banned in the camp except in the rooms. Phones included. Great! Well, at least I can use it in the room I'll have the pleasure of sharing with a roommate. It won't change much; I'll act as if I'm alone. I don't plan on staying here, so I'll make sure not to get attached. The best thing would be to leave as quickly as I arrived. She finishes by giving me my class assignment. Wait, they have classes here?! Surprising for this kind of school. She hands me a paper with my schedule and the names of my teachers. I don't even bother to glance at it. I don't know anyone anyway. Wiegman's monologue is interrupted by a noise at the door. A young girl enters after getting permission. She introduce herself as Lotte Wubben-Moy the adoptive daughter of the director Wiegman.
"Lotte will show you to your room in the dormitory. Once again, welcome, Ona. I hope I won't have to see you in my office anytime soon!"
"Yeah, thanks."
I leave the office, ignoring the hand Lotte extends. I wait for her in the hallway while she quickly says goodbye to her mother and closes the door. She leads the way since I don't know the place well yet.
"Your name is Ona, right?"
"Yeah."
"Did you have a good trip?"
"Don't bother trying to make conversation"
Her face falls at my harsh and curt tone. At least she understands not to talk to me. I'm furious with my mother. How could she send me to a military camp! I can't swallow it. It doesn’t even make sense! I now understand why she didn't give me any information about where she was sending me. She just handed me a ticket and said I was leaving home. If I had known, I wouldn't have even gotten on that damned plane. Then again, maybe I would have. She didn't give me much choice. It was either this or she would cut me off and throw me out on the street. That was clear. I don’t know if she would have actually done it, but I didn’t want to take the risk.
We walk along the outside to reach the right side. We arrive at the dormitory I saw earlier. It's larger than the classroom building we visited before. It has three stories. We pass through wooden doors. I'm surprised by the interior. It's a bit cheerier than what I've seen so far since arriving. We're greeted in the hall by a large wooden staircase that leads in two opposite directions. We go up and take a right. Lotte explains that the dormitory is divided into two sections. We stop on the first floor where we reach a long corridor. There are two more floors, but they are for the first and second-year students. I'm surprised she still dares to talk to me after I so harshly rebuffed her. She stops her explanations when we stop in front of room 19. From what I've observed, the even-numbered rooms are on the right and the odd-numbered ones are opposite. She steps aside to let me enter first. The room is nothing special. It has the bare minimum. Two single beds dominate the middle of the room, each with a two-drawer nightstand next to it. A lamp and a clock radio sit on top. On the other side of the bed, two wardrobes face each other. The one at the far end is next to a window, the only source of natural light. Finally, there are two desks at the foot of each bed. There's just enough space to pass between each piece of furniture. I open the only other door next to the entrance to discover a bathroom that is also nothing special. Surprisingly, it’s rather modern. It has a shower, a small sink with an extended countertop, and a mirror above. There’s also a toilet and a laundry basket. I close the door and move into the room with white walls. There's no decoration, so it still feels rather cold, once again.
"Well, here you are," she breaks the silence. "Your suitcase is already here, as you can see. I'm going back to my room. If you need anything, come see me. I'm in room 3, first floor."
"I'll be fine, thanks."
She nods before closing the door behind her. I sigh, looking around the room. What am I doing here? I have to survive a year. A fucking year that I plan to cut short. They don’t know who I am, but they will soon. My name is going to be known to the staff very quickly. If I understood correctly, I'm free for the rest of the day. I pull out my iPod from my pocket and check my phone. I must have sent a message to my mother when I got off the plane. I'm relieved to see she hasn't replied. She would have faced my wrath, and this time, I’ll have trouble holding it back.
My suitcase is at the far end of the room, right under the window. I guess that’s my side. I check by opening the first wardrobe. I close it immediately upon finding it full and lie down on the bed at the back. I would have chosen this one if I had the choice. I like having the window on my side, even though I doubt it will be of much use given the weather outside. I grab my bag to get something to eat. I’m glad I thought to bring snacks. Given the time, I would have been starving until dinner since I didn't eat lunch. I then slip my headphones into my ears. I use this quiet time to gather myself, staring pensively at the ceiling. I still can’t believe where I am. A military camp. This is going to be interesting... depending on your point of view, of course!
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isadollie · 3 months ago
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break a leg! • chigiri hyoma
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★ telling someone to "break their leg" before an important event is supposed to bring them luck; but this time luck wasn't on your side.
★ this fic is a part of an amazing summer olympics collab by @tetzoro !! i'm so happy i'm able to take part in it 🫶 i had a lot of fun writing it!:3
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"it's such a pretty city!" you sighed gently, your head resting against your boyfriend's shoulder. chigiri followed your gaze and smiled. "i told you, didn't i?"
the two of you were seated in a cute café, observing the busy streets of paris through the big window next to your table.
you looked into his eyes with a tiny smile. "you don't seem too stressed." he simply shrugged, pulling you a bit closer. "stress won't help me anyway. besides, you're here with me so i'm sure it will be fine." he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
of course you were there with him. how could you not? your boyfriend has been very successful in the football field for quite a while now, but the olympics are a whole new level. and now that his team made it into the semi-finals, you couldn't be happier for him.
you gently played with his beautiful, long hair with a smile. it's a short calm moment, among of all the crazy things that have been happening lately; all the stress, all the emotions that came with the competitions. you wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as you could.
"hey... let's go and take some cute photos together." you chuckled, slowly standing up from your seat and offering him your hand. chigiri raised an eyebrow, but obeyed anyway.
as always, "taking photos together" turned into a whole professional session with you as a model. you kept on coming up with new poses and he's been taking hundreds of photos, already contemplating which ones he'll post on his instagram later. he loved to show you off after all.
"a bit more to the left, baby" he said gently, showing you where to stand. "perfect! now... how about you go up those stairs?" he pointed to the staircase a few meters away from you two. "i bet the pics will be amazing!"
you happily obeyed, climbing up the stairs as you made another cute pose. "oh my god, chigiri look!" you suddenly squealed, getting distracted from your little modeling role. "a kitten! aww, it's so cute!" you cooed, turning around to see as the small creature ran up the stairs next to you.
what you didn't expect though, is that this cute animal will make you distracted enough to lose your balance. last thing you remember is that your foot didn't touch the step as it was supposed to, your body falling down to the ground, followed by your boyfriend shouting out your name.
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"does it still hurt a lot?" chigiri asked softly, gently combing your hair.
you nodded with a grimace as you looked down at your leg in a cast. you looked over at him as you munched on the sweet pastry he brought you. "it does. those chocolate muffins are really tasty though, you were right."
your body was still in pain after your fall, which you blamed entirely on the orange, fluffy cat from the staircase. you got to the hospital yesterday, where they told you your leg is broken. you also had a few bigger and smaller bruises on your arms and back.
earlier today chigiri's team won in the semi-finals, but due to your injury, you watched the whole match on the tv in your hospital room. as soon as the game ended and your boyfriend had a bit of free time, he immediately rushed to your side. after he took the muffins, of course.
chigiri sighed as he put the hairbrush down, pressing a tissue to your cheek to wipe some of the chocolate away. "i'm so sorry, darling" he said so sadly, almost as if your accident was his fault. "did the doctors say anything?"
you looked away slightly, knowing you have to tell him the sad truth. "yeah. i have to stay here for at least three days more. i won't be able to be there to see the finals from the stands."
the long-haired man nodded slowly as he sat down next to your bed. he expected it, but hearing it out loud made his heart ache even more. he didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms around you in a gentle hug, careful not to hurt you further.
the cute moment between the two of you have been suddenly interrupted as bachira stormed into the room with a big grin on his face, and a bunch of colorful markers in his hands. his eyes lit up even more as he saw your cast. "time to let my inner picasso come out!"
chigiri just sent him a glare, but you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a small laugh.
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"i have to go now." your boyfriend said as he squeezed your hand gently. you saw how stressed he was, and you couldn't blame him.
competing for a gold medal at the olympics was not a joke, after all.
"good luck, love. don't you worry, yeah? it will be alright, i promise." you showed him a genuine smile, squeezing his hand back. he just sighed. "i just wish you could be there."
your eyes softened. "me too. but i have a tv here, i'll watch the whole game just like i did with the previous one, hm?"
hyoma smiled and leaned closer to stroke your cheek. "i really need to go now... i already have a missed call from nagi."
"right. i would tell you to break a leg, but i already did it, so no need for you to do the same."
he gently chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before he left the room.
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this didn't look well.
the score was currently 1:0, and chigiri's team was losing. you were tossing in your bed; as much as your broken leg allowed you to.
his team was trying their best, but the opponents always found a way to get the ball back. you'd let out a gasp whenever chigiri had the ball, and then let out a curse whenever he lost it.
suddenly the tv turned off, and your heart almost jumped out of your chest.
"oh no, no, no!" you whined, clicking every button on the remote, but nothing worked. you got out your phone, and attempted to watch the game on it, but your battery was on only 9%, so it soon died too.
where did you put the damn charger?
it wasn't anywhere near you, and you couldn't move much around your bed, not to mention you couldn't sit up on your own.
you desperately asked one of the nurses for help, but she couldn't find your charger in the room as well, which only made you feel worse. she even was kind enough to bring you her own charger, but it didn't fit to your phone. she promised to ask her colleagues for a right type of charger, but because of her other responsibilities, she couldn't come back to you in a while.
you sighed deeply, running your shaky hands down your face, knowing that you ran out of possibilities.
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"sweetheart, wake up..." a soft voice from your left made you slowly open your eyes, feeling your shoulder being gently shaken.
you yawned as your eyes finally opened, taking in the sight of your boyfriend. "ah, finally!" he huffed impatiently, lightly pinching your cheek.
"what's going on..?" you mumbled in confusion.
then the memories started to come back; how you watched the game, how the tv broke and how you couldn't find a proper charger. you must have fallen asleep in the middle of this chaos.
"i swear, waking you up from your beauty sleep is harder than winning a medal." chigiri teased gently, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness.
"what..?" you rubbed your eyes and gasped, noticing the gold medal hanging from his neck. "you-! but it was 1:0-!"
he chuckled, still caressing your cheek. "at first, sure. but we ended up winning 2:1."
suddenly a pout formed on his face as he noticed your confusion.
"no way! you didn't see my goal?!"
"i can explain--!"
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i wrote this in roughly 40 minutes so let me apologize for any mistakes i might have made! still, it was fun to write it:3
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gyustarzzi · 11 months ago
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ateez react to you crying
☆ hongjoong
would be worried for you since he found you crying at the kitchen counter
soft kisses on the neck
asks you what's wrong and tries to calm you down
turns you around to see your face
wipes your tears away and let's you express your problems
" Everything is gonna be alright, you wanna know why? 'Cause I'm right here "
★ seonghwa
comes home to find you crying on the couch
would crouch down to get to eye level with you
soft strokes in your hair
asks you if you're okay and tries to get you to look at him
makes you your favorite food to make you happy
" What's wrong baby? Tell me what's bothering you, maybe I can make it better "
☆ yunho
is really worried since he never sees you in this state
makes you come sit with him and talk to him
would occasionally rub your arm to make you calm
cuddles you while you cry (back rubs)
once your done he'll take you on a night walk
" You know I don't like to see you sad, a smile always looks good on you "
★ yeosang
doesn't know what to do with you when he finds you crying in the bathroom
would rub your back for reasurrance
will be slightly shocked when you hug him out of nowhere
warms up and hugs you back, playing with your hair
whispers reassuring things in your ear to try and calm you down
" You can cry on my shoulder as long as you'd like, hell, I'll even change into a new shirt once it gets too soaked "
☆ san
is really worried when he finds you crying in bed
gets under the cover and asks you what's wrong
soft kisses on your cheek
brings up stories about time's when he was sad to make you feel a little bit better
cuddles with you for the rest of the night
" One time I was practicing a dance I had to learn in just 1 week, when I tell you how stressed I was- "
★ mingi
so heartbroken when he finds you crying while picking you up from work
asks you what's wrong once you get in the car
let's you cry on his shoulder until you ready to talk about what's bothering you
will listen attentively and try to help you ease your stress
takes you to go get your favorite food
" I know everything seems bad right now, but everythings gonna turn out okay "
☆ wooyoung
finds you crying at your desk
will rubs your shoulders and ask you what's bothering you
sweet kisses on the neck
hugs you until you stop crying
takes you downstairs to watch a movie and sleep
" Come on let's go watch a movie, maybe it'll make you forget about this stupid problem "
★ jongho
when he finds you crying in your room he's heartbroken
asks you what's wrong and tries to solve your stresses
hugs your back and rubs your shoulders
softly hums in your ear
watches k-drama's with you and eat snacks all night
" You want some popcorn and some candy? Here you go "
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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years ago
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In Suspense (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)
Author’s Note: Hey lovelies! Because I was indecisive and didn’t know what fic to post first, I let a Tumblr poll decide out of three, and this one was the winner! I admit, it’s a bit self-serving, but good gravy I love this man. Enjoy! :)
Summary: Matt’s riding a high from a good day in court, and you’ve had a crappy day—your only perk having been being able to work from home. When Matt finally gets to the loft and you catch a glimpse of a particular piece of attire, you just can’t help yourself.
Warnings: Domestic fluff, established relationship, smut (oral—m and f receiving, needy and a bit rough, unprotected p in v sex, praise/Matt bring flirty and cocky, creampie), swearing/dirty talk
Other Characters: None
Word Count: 1,937
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“Hey sweetheart,” you hear Matt call as he enters the loft. 
“Matt!” you say surprised, putting your laptop on the table and moving over to meet him halfway. His glasses, briefcase, and cane have all been discarded by the door, and he begins to loosen his tie. “Court let out early?”
“Yep,” he smiles, placing his hands gently on your waist as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “It also helps that it was a Friday afternoon and that I caught the prosecutions’s star witness in a lie during cross, got a confession on the stand, and saved my client from a wrongful imprisonment.”
“Matt, that’s amazing!” you cheer, wrapping him in a big hug. There’s a wonderful, prideful glow about him, feeling a strong sense of pride for what he was able to do for his clients. You mirror his joy, feeling nothing but admiration and amazement for him and how he helps the people who really need it. You press a sweet kiss to his cheek before you lean back and look at him, running your fingers through his hair as you cradle the back of his head. “You never cease to amaze me.”
“I do like the challenge of one-upping myself.”
You give him another kiss before you run your hands down his arms.
“I’m gonna clock out early and I’ll run down the the little market a couple of blocks over and I’ll get what I need to make your favorite for dinner. Tonight, we’re celebrating.”
“I think we can achieve that same level of celebration with some takeout. Now it’s just a matter of deciding the kind of cuisine.”
“Well, now, that’s something for the man of honor to decide.”
“Personally, I don’t think we can ever go wrong with Thai.”
“Then Thai it is,” you beam. “Usual?”
“Usual.”
“Now that you’ve heard about my day, how was yours, sweetheart?”
“Not nearly as eventful as yours,” you sigh. “Long. Stressful. Not things Fridays should be.”
“I’m sorry, angel. But the day is almost done, I’m home, and no one can give feel-better cuddles like me. Actually, Foggy probably could.”
“He is a master snuggle bear. But I have my cuddle devil on call whenever I need him.”
“Damn right, you do,” he confirms with a long, sweet kiss and a quick smack to your butt before you both move toward the kitchen. As you walk, he takes off his suit jacket, and you stop mid-movement when you catch what’s underneath. 
“Matty, are you wearing suspenders?” you ask, feeling a blush rush to your cheeks while you watch him roll up his sleeves to his elbows. 
“Yeah.”
“Aren’t suspenders more of a tuxedo piece of attire for you?”
Matt gives a little shrug and pout of his lips. “I just felt like mixing it up today.”
“Well,” you breathe, closing the space between Matt and you once more. “In the interest in mixing it up, I think we should continue with the theme.” Matt’s eyebrows arch in confusion and anticipation as that beautiful lopsided smirk graces his lips. Hooking your thumbs under the elastic, gently sliding them down the fabric and stopping at the middle of his pecs, barely an inch between your faces. “Dessert before dinner?”
The smile that curls on Matt’s lips and the mischievous glint in his eye speaks louder than words as he pulls you in for a panty-soaking kiss. You moan into his mouth and pull his body impossibly close to yours by the textured fabric of his suspenders. 
“This really does something for you, huh?” Matt chuckles against your lips.
“Oh, yeah, Matty,” you hum, running your hands up and over his shoulders. “You have no idea what this does for me.”
Feeling the soft locks of his hair, you cup the back of his head and pull him back into you the short distance for another deep kiss, causing your bodies to fall onto the couch. With the solid flop on the couch making squeaky leather sounds, you both giggle into the kiss as you continue to embrace. As Matt’s hands cradle your face, he chases your lips, planting big, quick, open kisses on you that make your lips tingle. You move to unbutton his crisp white shirt, feeling his soft scarred skin underneath the soft cotton fabric.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” you murmur into his mouth before he pulls back and sucks on your neck, marking you up for all to see. 
“I guess I should wear suspenders more often,” he nips at your earlobe. 
“Then we’d be doing this all the time.”
“I’m not opposed to that, angel—don’t put the idea in my head.”
You smile and giggle as you move in for more kisses, moaning as his hands glide up your body and his tongue explores your mouth. 
“Mmm,” you whimper as you grind against him. His grip tightens on your hips, pushing the fabric of your shirt up on your skin. You pull your lips from his and suck marks into his neck, sucking at his earlobe occasionally. “Wanna suck you off. Wanna bounce on your cock, too.”
Matt slides his hands over your body, squeezing your breasts before running his fingers through your hair, holding you incredibly close as he kisses you, letting you sneak down between his legs, freeing him just enough from his pants and boxers where you can give him a few pumps and swallow him whole—the fact that he’s still relatively soft making the entire thing easier. Matt moans in delight as you drag your lips up and down his shaft, tracing the prominent vein in his cock with the tip of your tongue, further using it to your advantage as you lick the underside of the mushroom head before kissing the tip of his cock slowly, your lips wrapping around the hot, pink flesh. 
Your time on your knees with Matt down your throat doesn’t last long, as he pulls you up and leans your body backward on the sofa so you’re completely at his mercy. He pulls his lips from yours and presses kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone before pulling your shirt off of your body. 
“No bra, sweetheart?” he chuckles as his hands settle on your exposed ribcage, his thumbs brushing just under your breasts. 
“No need—perks from working at home,” you smile as you run your hand through his hair. 
“Works great for me,” he says with a lick of his lips, dipping his face down, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while his hand grabs at the other one. Your back arches as you moan loudly into the apartment, Matt sucking at your nipple and licking at the supple flesh. You feel him roll your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting it nice and pebbled before putting his mouth on it, mimicking the motion with the other nipple. 
“Fuck, sweetheart, your tits are so perfect,” he pants as he kisses you right above your racing heart. Taking your breasts in his large hands, he pushes your breasts together, burying his face right into them and moaning into the skin. 
“Matty,” you whine. “Fu . . . Ooh. Matty, eat me out. Please, Matty, need your mouth on me.”
Matt kisses your neck again before pulling off, making quick work of your pants. You lean up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the living room before he guides you back down and spreads your legs wide, grazing his hands over your aching core before sliding two fingers into you, pumping them just so.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he coos. “Shit . . . So fucking wet f’me, too.”
Dipping down, he wraps his lips around your clit and you moan, arching your back and tossing your head to the side as he eats you out and stretches you wide. 
“Matt!” you cry. “Matty! Fuck . . . Fuck, baby, I need your cock.”
“Thought you wanted my mouth?” he hums into your core. 
“Matt, please! ‘M gonna cum. Wanna do it on your cock.”
He slowly pulls his fingers from you and kisses up your body. “Of course, baby. You’re such a good girl. I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, I’ll give you my cock.”
Completely ridding himself of his suspenders and slacks, the fabric blend joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. He pumps himself in one hand while he uses his other to adjust you on the couch, pinning you in a pocket of the cushions that creates the most comfort for the both of you. Tapping your pussy with his dick a few times, he gathers up the slick dripping from between your legs and slowly pushes all the way in, your moans harmonizing in the apartment as he moves to completely bottom out. His lips move against yours in a passionate kiss, the both of you doing your darnedest to chase your desires. As you go back and forth, Matt starts fast, shallow thrusts, hitting everything just right.
“Feel so good like this,” he breathes against your neck. “Perfect, angel. Made for me.”
“Right there!” you squeak as you try to hold onto his back, your nails scratching at his soft, scarred skin. “Right there, Matty! Just like that!”
The leather of the cushions squeak as the feet of the sofa scratch against the old hardwood of the loft with each of Matt’s thrusts. Your moans and cries of pleasure come out of you on their own volition as Matt ruts into you over and over. You hold onto him as you feel your orgasm build, and you cling to him as if your life depends on it when you finally feel your release wash over you. He holds onto you and gives you the support you need as you experience nothing but pleasure, his hips keeping a relatively steady pace as he cums inside of you shortly after you clench around his length, pushing the hot ropes of his release deep inside of you. 
“Mm, congrats on your win, counselor,” you hum, completely blissed out as you kiss his forehead, temple, cheek, and finally his lips.
Matt gives you a happy-hazy smile as he kisses the expanse of skin from your shoulders up to your neck.
“Sorry you had a crappy day, angel,” he says with a kiss to your sweet spot.
“It’s been less crappy since you got home.” That’s when it hits you, and you can’t help but laugh. “Oops.”
“What?” Matt chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss into one of the hickies he left on your skin.
“I didn’t clock out—I just had sex and got paid.”
“Like a prostitute?” he offers, only making the pair of you laugh harder.
“Oh my—not funny!”
“Objection—it’s hilarious. Can you imagine?”
“Okay, sustained,” you laugh as you roll into him, resting your head on his muscly arm, the image he put in your head truly too ridiculous to not be funny. 
“C’mon. Clock out so when this happens again later—.”
“‘Again later’?”
“Yeah. I’m still in a celebratory mood, and I’ve gotta make sure my girl forgets all about her crappy day.”
You hum in agreement as Matt kisses your forehead once more, adjusting you so you can get cozy on the couch together in his arms. Moving as little as you can from him, you grab your phone and clock out, kissing along the lines of a red angry scratches you left in his skin as he holds you close, making sure you both recharge for round after round tonight.
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sunatooru · 1 year ago
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Hey, I saw the request about the haikyuu boys taking care of their s/o that’s having nausea and stomach aches due to social anxiety. I was wondering if I could request the same thing but with, Tendou, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tanaka.
Hello, really sorry this is coming out so late but hope it still helps. My writers block is really bad rn so I had to miss out Sugawara.
Warnings: anxiety and feeling sick/overwhelmed
Tendou
* He realised you were feeling anxious when you gripped his hand tighter
* He knew he had to bring you somewhere quiet and away from the crowds quickly
* Once he found a place, he would rub your back gently, letting you grip his hand until your hold lessens
* He’ll whisper words of encouragement to get you to relax
* “It’s ok baby.” “Take your time to relax” “I’ll stay with you until you feel ready to move.”
* He knows how it feel to feel like everyone is watching you and feel overwhelmed with anxiety
* So he doesn’t rush you and let’s you calm down before kissing your forehead and taking you home
Ushijima
* He’s very aware of his surroundings
* He could feel a shift in your mood instantly, quickly taking a glance at your face and noticing the stressed and overwhelmed expression on your face
* You try to smile at him but he sees behind it
* He softly holds your hand and guides you through people, using his body as your shield, and finding a quiet cafe to sit in
* when you’ve sat down he goes to order your favourite drink, glancing back at you every few second to make sure you’re ok
* He comes back with your drink and sits quietly with you until you relax
* “Do you feel better? I can get you something to eat too.” He suggests but you shake your head
*”No? Ok then we’ll stay here until you’re ready to leave.” He nods his head and rubs your hand gently, letting you know he’s there for you.
Tanaka
*he’s very attentive to your needs
*always making sure he has his eye on you and even more in crowded areas
*when he feels you tense up and sees your face blank out, he knows he needs to get your attention on him
*”Baby, focus on me ok? I got you. Just focus on me and breathing.”
*He opens up his jacket to act as a shield as you try to level your breathing, telling you you’re doing well but not saying too much to overwhelm you
*he keeps his arms spread until you wrap your arms around his waist
* he can feel you’re a little cold from the anxiety and closes his arms so his jacket wraps around you
*”You did well baby. Let’s stay here a bit and keep you warm”
*he kisses your forehead and hugs you a little tighter
*and he definitely gives a dirty look at anyone who looks at you both weirdly
~
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whispytrees · 1 year ago
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Honeymoon Hotsprings
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Warning: nsfw, hot spring sex, smut, fingering, reverse cowgirl, squirting, vulgar language, cream pie
Sypnosis: (fem reader) you and Dazai are celebrating your honeymoon at a Hotspring, on the outskirts of Okayama.
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You and your newly husband Osamu Dazai were sitting in the hot springs in the middle of the night, with the full moon shining bright down on you both and the hot glistening water you two were sitting in. Your back was pressed against his chest as you sat in between his spread legs while you could hear and feel the every bump of his heartbeat against your back and he could feel yours, he threw his head back onto the tall bamboo fence protecting you from any intruders peeking at you both and your lewd bodies.
You gently swished your arms around the water in a sigh of relief. You and Dazai definitely needed this. From all the stress of the wedding planning for you two, this is the best honeymoon you can ask for in your opinion. Being in the country side of Okayama while you breathed in the fresh air and the smell of the beautiful hot springs. It was like heaven. Not only that, you were beside your beloved newly husband, enjoying each others quality time and presence.
you could feel his arms start to wrap around your torso and pull you closer and tighter into his chest so he can get closer to your face, suddenly he hummed into your left ear and kissed behind it, starting to whisper you sweet nothings. You giggled a bit when his breath tickled your ear and you just untensed your shoulders while leaning your head back onto his shoulder, allowing him to continue what he was doing before. “This is just…..perfect…and so relaxing…” You whisper to yourself as Dazai nods his head in agreement.
“Of course it is, I begged kunikida to book the best hotel and personal hot spring for us after all.” He grinned, looking proud of himself as he stuck his head up high. You turn your head to face him as you just gently smiled and took his opposite cheek with your hand to bring his face closer to yours so you could give him a small peck, you said a little thank you and nod as you went back to your original comfortable position while closing your eyes. But this just relied him up even more.
He just looked down at you with a small smirk appearing on his features as he couldn’t help but observe your cute resting face. “oh darling, everything you do it just so cute. I sometimes just wanna kiss you up…” he said rubbing his head against yours like a puppy.
“And what’s stopping you then…” you said with a little smirk appearing on your own face as Dazai’s eyes widen in surprise before his own smirk grew even larger.
“Ohohoh!” he chuckled once more “where did this level of confidence come from my love? And why haven’t you showed me this side of you before Bella…” He flirtatiously whispered in your ear once more as his hand started to travel down to your thigh, massaging it gently as you opened your eyes looked down into the water to witness the entire thing.
Slowly, you looked back at him again and glanced into his gorgeous brown eyes that were staring back at you. “Well, I didn’t know you wanted to know this side of me..” You said sarcastically as gentle smile appeared on your face. His hand starting to move lower and to the inside of your thigh, moving it up and down.
“Oh really? What made you think I didn’t, pretty?” He started to nibble on your ear a bit as he tightened the grasp on your waist with his free arm and pushed you against his hardened cock as you gasped a bit in surprise making his dick twitch a little more from your reaction. “Feel that pretty?” His obnoxious smirk growing larger.
You nodded reluctantly as you tried to keep your composure, but suddenly you felt a finger started to draw closer to your pussy, going in between your folds as it started gracing you, moving up and down. Immediately you harshly gripped onto dazai’s arm as you looked up at him, but he still had that devious smirk on his features that made you all fluttery inside, he was enjoying seeing you squirm under his touch.
Before you knew it he plunged a finger inside you making your back arch in surprise and pleasure as a faint moan escaped your throat, but he tightened his arm around you so you wouldn’t be able to move from the position you were in before. You started to quiver by his touch, his finger was skinny and long, hitting almost all the places that got you seeing stars. But obviously his dick was better.
Soon he started moving his finger in and out of you, immediately getting you to moan from the sudden movements which only made him grin harder. “Does that feel good?” He asked mockingly as he planted his thumb on your clit receiving another moan out of you.
“Y-yes…” you hesitantly responded as he started circling his thumb around your clit, going down to kiss your bare shoulder which only made you shiver even more. But before you knew it, out of no where he inserted another finger, making you gasp as he stretched you open with his two long fingers.
“Osamu..” you mumbled under your breath as you felt him move his fingers inside of you, only making you moan louder than before.
You can feel his strong glare as he continued to play with your cute and bare cunt, you felt him kiss, bite and lick your bare shoulder. “You can take it can’t you..?…mmm…you look so gorgeous right now my love.” He spoke as a deep chuckle rose from back of his throat, feeling oddly proud of himself.
“I-i…” you tried to speak as you felt him press his long slender fingers down on that one spongy G-spot that got your brain turn into pure mush.
“Ah, ah, ah~ say it with your words my love.” He said with a seductive tone in his voice, kissing your cheek gently and affectionately, just to show how he still cares for you so much.
“M-more…need more…” you mumble under your breath but out of no where you felt something slipping out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling inside as you clenched around nothing. You sat up a bit and turned around to look at him in confusion and in disbelief, just as it was getting good he removed his fingers?
But suddenly you felt something round poking your hole, starting to glide up and down between your folds as you squirmed to the touch, you look down to see his hand holding his own cock, moving the tip up and down your sweet juicy cunt. You glanced back at him as he looked focused on what he was doing in between your legs. He looked back at you and smirked before he lined his tip to your entrance and pushed it in a bit leaving you with a breathless moan and him in a small grunt.
As his tip continued to push deeper into you, you felt his grip on your waist started to grow tighter, his nails leaving small moon crescents in within your waist. Including your grip on his arm starting to grow much tighter as well. “Your taking me-so so well..darling…” he hanged his head back for a moment before bringing it back and looking at you. “Your so-fuck-tight…this little pussy was made for me..” he grinned once more as he just bottomed out within you, a large moan leaving your voice in the process, his words overall making your stomach flutter inside.
Soon he started to rock his hips a bit, slowly thrusting in and out of you as you quickly start moaning. He was splitting you in half with the sheer size of him. No matter how many times you both have sex and no matter how many different positions you both do, you’ll never get used to how good he stretches you out. But quickly you catch on, starting to move your hips a little as well, making him gasp out a little grunt while he bit down on his lip. Before you knew it you lifted yourself a bit while putting your hands on his thigh to level yourself then quickly falling back down on his cock making you both moan from the pure pleasure you both were producing.
It quickly became a routine, you started bouncing and jumping on his hard cock as he guided you, keeping his hands rested on your waist while splashing the water in the meantime with the amount of hard thrusts and bouncing you both were doing. “Yeah…just like that…mm..” he nodded as he watched his cock disappear from inside of you. While you on the other hand we’re barely keeping yourself together, you felt your eyes tear up as his dick was hitting every soft spot you had in store. Feeling your eyes roll back as a familiar feeling of a knot started up in your stomach.
“O-…Samu…” you couldn’t help but moan his name as you felt his tip repeatedly hit the mush of your cervix. His dick twitching from inside you with the fast pace you both were doing. And his devilish grin only getting bigger as he heard the sweet sweet noises you were producing.
“Y-yes my love? Your close aren’t you…well me too.” He spoke through a moan. Of course he knew, how can one of the famous masterminds of the detectives agency not know that your close to your climax? Especially since your his newly wed wife, he’s already used to the way your pussy clenches onto his dick for dear life when your close to enough to cum. He drew his head back onto the bamboo again as he fucked himself into you, chasing after his own climax that was only bringing yourself closer to yours.
Soon enough you started to feel his finger fall back down to your clit, rubbing it and pressing down on it like nothing before, that just brought out another scream of his name out of you. Which only lead him on to his end. Before you knew it, you felt him thrust into you one last time and stuff you full with his white sticky cum. Once he did this you were soon after him, squirting on his dick within the water. Which left you and him panting.
You felt him wrap both his arms around your stomach and kiss you on the shoulder. “I love you so much..” He whispered under his breath, something he said so often, but still, something that still made your heart beat fasten.
“I love you too..” you turn your body to look back at him, running your hands through his brown chocolate colored locks which only let him release a hum under his breath and lean into your touch. “Now, let’s actually get ready. We have a dinner tonight don’t we?” You said in a gentle smile while trying to get up before you felt harsh arms pushing back down onto his lap again.
“Just…five more minutes…” he spoke gently, kissing your shoulder once again. “I just want to enjoy this moment for five more minutes..” he said rubbing his cheek against the hem of your head. As you chuckle to yourself from his reaction.
“Alright, just five more minutes.”
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(I appreciate all the support I gained from my last post! This is a repost on my new account!)
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missamyrisa2 · 2 months ago
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hi miss amy! i'm a little embarrassed to be asking this, but would you happen to have some teasy feathery tickles for a stressed college girl who just needs a distraction from her homework? maybe some help to take the edge off so she can just giggle (and orgasm) her stress away? -🍁
ooooh sweeetie you needn't everrrr be embarrassed but I know you'll blush your self to bits anywayyy so you just go right ahead and be bashfully adorable because I'm gonna tickle you to pieces yessss I ammmm I'll pluck that homework from your hands and toss it behind me as I tell you it's time for your wellnesssssss sessssion ~ mmhmmm we need to give your bodyyy a full check up and make sure your wellness levels are optimum. Ohh don't worry about that silly homework, you need only pay attention to meeee and what I'm gonna do to your bodyyyyy ~
Awww does it tickle? Why I do believe I'm tickling your sidessss with my nails gliding up and down and oooh oh ooh yes, oh my gosssh yess say that again ~ mmhmm this is really happening just like your ticklish tummyyy is really happening ~ and so are those pitttiessss! Mhmm yes wobble wobble my cutie pieeee ~ soooo busyyyy soooo worked up she doesn't even knowwwww how she needs to be worked up either nooooo ~ such a pretttyy gigglyyy girly girllll all ticklish on her underarms yeahhhh~ tickle tickleeee ~ tickle tickle!
Oooh ohh are you gonna tumble? Are you my tumblyyyy buggg? mmmhmm gonna tumble onto this bed ~ y'knowww it's all fun and games until you fall onto the bed ~ orrr I suppose it's all fun and games when you doooo fall onto the bed. And oooh loooook~ lookie loooo I have my red feather hiding in my red sweater! How about that ~ are you feather ticklish? Just relaxxxx my busy darling. Relax on the bed, just layyyy downnnnn. Enjoyyyy alll the lovelyyy lovely things I'm doing to youuu ~ shirt goesss uppp mmhmm bounce that shirt end upppp we pull it down and watch it bounce up.
Does it tickle? When I take my feather tip riiiight there along your siiiiide? Maybe on your waiiiistttt? Back and forth back and forthhhh ~ tickle tickle tiiiickle ~ my softtt feather tip going up to your navelllll round and roundddddd right inside to tickle that butttonnn ~ Coochie coooooo ~ are you sooo wiggglyyy? You my wiggglyyy girlyyy girlyyy? How about those royal chest buttons? Those royal girly chest buttonssss? Your shirt keeps going up, how did that happen? How did that happen huhh? Don't you know what they say when you start college? Don't let your shirt rise up over your buttons because crazy girls will tickle your buttons with a feather~!
Ahhh yessss, these cute buttons. Ticklishhhhh girlyyyyy cuuute buttonssss. Sooooo prettyyyy ~ so adorable. So rosyyyy ~ is the left or right more ticklish? Leffttttt or riiight ~ tickle tickleeee feather on your buttton slooowly twirlingggg tell meee tell me which is more ticklish ~ maybe we need two feathersssss. Mmhm yes I have twoooo. Let's seeee what sounds you make when I tickle tickle your cute buttons with just the tiiiips of my feathers. Just the tipsss? Mmmhmm look how stiffff those are gettingggg ~ naughty girlyyyy you love your tickles huhhh?
How about that royal pearl? Ohhh don't act shocked. You knewwww I was gonna get that pearly pearl mmhmmm. I heard those gigglymoanssss~ Let's just snuggle up. We're gonna do some gigglebondingggg ~ first we get those bottoms downnnn mmhmm. Nopeee don't try to fight itttt ~ this is happening. You have a ticklish girl pearl and I wanna seeeee ~ we'll just leave those tangled at your ankles mmhmm and put my leg over yours like thissssss and snuggle you closeeee mmmh pinchyyy tickles on your siiide you ticklish cutie pieee ~ and now my other handdd brings my swishy soft red feather downnnn down your silly tummyyyyy your cute waistttt over each hipppp and down that abdomenyyyy~
Lookie loookie lookieeee ~ your pearl is allll worked uppp. I can see even through your cute pantiessss~ cuteeee cute pantiesss! And my feather can tickle through that soft sweeet material mmhmm. Glide it uppp and down, that tipppp tip and feather edge tickling you allll on your royal area ~ yesss your royal girly areaaaaa! Does it tiiiickle? Does it tickle soo badddd? Soo good? Nooo? Yeahhh? Tickle tickle? Prettyyy girll pretty pretty ticklish girllll~ mmhmm. You gigglemoan so sweeetlyyyy when I tickle you through your pantiesssss with my feather edge ~
You wanted to take the edge offf? How about we put that edge back onnnnn ~ Ooh yessss my fingers hooking those panties. Sooo cuteee ! you can wiggle and giggle alll you likeee we're noooot stoppinggg! Those panties are going down mmmhmm down down and theeeere we goooo such a lovelyyy regal girly area mmhm. And lookie look loook! Your pearly is such an eager volunteeerrrr mmhmm. Oooh such a dramatic reaction. Does it tickle? Does it tickle tickle when I take my soft feather my nice soft pretty red feather and glide it along your wannnnnting swollen pearllyyyy?
Coochie cooooo my busy girl. You're never too busy for tickles noooo. You love your ticklessss you say pleeeease come tickle meeee every day please make me meltttt and bounce and gasp and giggle so sweeetly and moan it outtt. Oooh you can sparkle anyyyytime you wanttt. Yesss just let it alll out. Give me that snickercum mhmmm but you're only getting there through ticklessssss ~ liiight soft teasing tickles coaxing your pearlyyyy out alll the wayyyy. Oooh yesss yes you are gonna ticklegasm for me yesssss you fucking areeeeee ~ and there's no going back nooopee we're tickling you over the edge and we're not stoppingggg you can girly sparklegasm allll you want over and over and the feather isn't stoppinggggg and neither are my little kisssiesss on your ear and these softttt whispersss ~ mmmhhhmmm nice soft ticklesss niiiice soft tiiiicklesssss ~ alllll for youuuuu alll niiight longggg <3
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lazyalani · 1 year ago
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| Sebastian Michaelis × [F!Reader]
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| His butler, enamored
| fluff, reader likes teasing sebby, reader is lizzy and edward's older sister, reader and seb implied to have done 'it' before, seb is so done, suggestive, this gets a little bit spicy at the end, no smut tho, and here goes my first kuroshitsuji fic
| Summary: In which reader is Sebby's Lizzy, in a way, but he knows what's truly under that overly bright facade.
| Kuroshitsuji Masterlist
| Main Masterlist
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"Sebby! There you are, I've been looking all over for you."
His eye twitches as he internally sighs before slowly putting on a smile and turning to you, setting down the lamp on a nearby table. It was nighttime, but considering you, there was no such thing as night and day when it comes to your antics.
"Milady, how may I help you?" He still asks, knowing it would just be one of your 'moments'.
You return a lively smile at him. "You always act so formal even when I told you to just call me by my name." You set down your own lamp on a table.
"Apologies, [Name], how may I help you?"
"You're still talking like a salesman, but oh, whatever, perhaps your polite charm is one of the things I like about you. Oh, so there's this ball coming up...." You trailed.
"Earl Denia's Masquarade ball?" He asks, ignoring your first sentence. He desperately wants to continue dusting the shelves to distract himself from your piercing stare but his pride as a butler would most definitely not let him.
"Yes, that one! So, I was invited and Lizzy already invited Ciel and Edward says he already has a date..." You look at him expectantly.
Sebastian's stress keeps growing word for word, he already has suspected this when you brought up a ball. But hey, they say it's different when you really hear it directly, right?
"Will you please come with me to the ball?" You asked, a bright smile on your face.
He could almost feel his master staring at him with that laughing smirk on his face.
Yeah, it does feel different when said directly. His stress levels are at their highest compared to before.
"Earl Grey--"
"Charles said he won't be able to come!" You immediately shut his only possible excuse down. "And you'll be able to keep an eye out and take care of Ciel during our stay there still, so, please?"
"Milady, I have priorities and duties--"
"Oh, come on, it's not like I'm taking you home with me. The most we'll do is dance, or are you expecting more, Sebby?" You flash a sly grin at him.
Ah, there it is. Here drops that bright, bubbly facade, and here comes those true colors.
He doesn't bother hiding his sigh now. "A noble lady musn't be reckless with her words, milady. And much less say that a mere butler would dare think about such intentions of his lord's relative."
The ray of light coming from the moon that shone through the window emphasized the sly grin that stretched wider on your face.
The strides you took towards him were fast and almost stealthy, your hand reaching up to cup his face and bring it down, close to yours, and dangerously closer to your lips.
Sebastian used the indifference on his face to hide the intentions of staring at your lips. Red, no excess stains, no unecessary blemishes, perfect.
"Then it must be great that I'm no true noble, am I?" You whispered, your breath brushing on his lips.
It's true, you were only adopted by the Midfords. A commoner at birth.
"Come on, Sebastian, don't act like you've already forgotten how we shared our feelings two days ago." You licked your bottom lip and stretched out a smirk at his reaction.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at your words. "There were no feelings shared, milady, please step back. Even in this middle of the night, someone could roam around." There was an underlying threat on his words.
You laughed victoriously and stepped back, plackng your hands behind your back. Your eyes were nothing like the bright, bubbly, friendly, lively, obviously Lizzy's sister you were before. That facade of yours was replaced with a sly grin, cunning and teasing eyes.
"How many times must I ask you not to act recklessly, milady? Please mind your words and actions, you are still in the Phantomhive Manor, Lady Midford." He closes his eyes and sighs.
"Oh, but you love it, Sebby." You tease. "You always do." You flash him that irritating smirk again.
His eyes narrow again as he chuckles darkly. "No matter how hard you try, you won't win at this game you're playing at, milady."
You raised a brow, clearly amused at his statement, challenged, even. "Oh? But I already am, Butler."
He gives a sly smirk back. "You won't break through me, Mistress."
You take a short and fast leap, taking his neck and wiping that smirk off his lips with a kiss.
However, his smirk only stretches, expecting the same act you two always end up with, placing his hands on your waist and leaning down to respond as reflex.
Your fingers tangled in his hair brushes his scalp, his scent, despite doing heavy chores, encasing you darkly and seductively. You let a sly smile match his own smirk in the kiss, letting only the night and the moon witness a forbidden affair between a butler and a lady.
You slowly let go of the kiss and bring your lips to his ear. "Liar."
He lets his smirk fall down as you take your lamp and walk away from him, taking off his gloves and brushing his messed up hair with his fingers.
He sighs, walking towards his master's study to organize, thinking.
A demon and a human, huh? Unheard of, disliked, even by him, but if it's you, he could maybe (certainly) make an exception.
But for now, he could let you continue this little game of yours.
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the-lark-ascending69 · 6 months ago
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Near-future, black mirror esque AU in which Nancy, stressed college student with loads of childhood trauma, gets recommended by her psychologist to get an emotional support robot. That's what they're called, yes. They're sold to very lonely people to pretty much look after them emotionally. Nancy has always hated the idea, and doesn't really like androids or robots of any kind. Plus, she thinks it's quite sad that she's so lonely she needs an android to keep her company. She also couldn't possibly afford it.
Her friend Steve, though, who hasn't seen her in a year despite living 15 minutes away (she has a tendency to isolate herself and use her studies as an excuse), got her one. It's a second-hand unit, a slightly older model that's seen several repair shops in the past, but it works, and it was half the price of a new one. He shows up to her apartment with the box, looking smug and proud of himself. If anything, Nancy feels insulted.
She doesn't touch the box for a few weeks, and doesn't get rid of it either, because her studies take her so much time, she can't bring herself to keep her apartment clean. When her mother visits and sees the mess she's living in, with a perfectly functional android willing to help her, she finally caves, and as soon as she's alone, she decides to see if this thing can at least help her clean up.
It surprises her that it looks so... human. Its skin is soft and warm, with all the natural imperfections of a human's skin. Same as her hair. She's dressed in old worn-out clothes, and she curls into herself, in fetal position, inside the box. Only the button under her skin on the back of her neck reveals her as an android. Nancy reads the instructions, presses there for 10 seconds, and waits.
Or she planned to wait - eight seconds in with Nancy's fingers pressed on that spot, and the android's eyes flew open. She cried out, screambled out of the box and looked around, breathing heavily and hugging herself. Her eyes fix on Nancy, look her up and down with a frown, and asks:
"Who are you?"
Nancy opens her mouth to reply, then looks down at the instructions, hoping they'd say something about this kind of scenario, and that her new robot didn't go rogue and try to kill her.
"Wait, are those my instructions?" The robot asked. She looked down. "I really don't mean to complain about my living situation going from extremely fucked to simply fucked, but that is not my original box. Mine was smaller, and it had a bunch of little dots on the side. Did they sell me again?"
The instructions said nothing about this possibility, so Nancy decided it was time to improvise.
"I... my friend got you at a garage sale, I think."
"Oh. Well, that is low, even for me," the robot said. She rubbed the back of her neck. "Should my neck hurt this much?"
Nancy blinked.
"Shouldn't you know that?"
"Honestly, I don't even know what levels of pain are normal for me. It always hurts just a little bit somewhere, like, right now, my whole spine really hurts." She laughs. "At least I think it's supposed to feel like pain? I don't think we're wired to feel pain, exactly, I mean, that would be just sadistic. Talk anti-natalism to me. But I swear this spot right here just feels really really bad. Or maybe it's anthropocentric to... perceive it as pain, don't you think? It's very existentialist, actually, the whole... perceiving thing - I bet Berkeley wrote something about it, at some point, but I haven't read him in ages."
"You read books?"
"What? Oh. Oh, uh... I - I think I'm offline? Like, I don't have access to the database, so I kinda have to do it the old-fashioned way if I want to learn somethin," she said. "It's cool, though! I like reading a lot."
"...Okay. So, um... here it says your model is..."
"Robin," the android said. Nancy looked up.
"I'm sorry?"
"That's my name," she said. "I came up with it, I - I thought it sounded nice. Do you like it?"
Nancy stared at this... thing, a million thoughs coursing through her head. The first one was a newfound understanding of her low price.
She made a movement with her head that could be understood as both a shake and a nod at the same time.
"Yeah, yeah, sure" she said, brows knit together. What the hell did Steve get her into? "It's... nice."
"Oh, thank God, because Mom and Dad hated it."
"Mom and...?"
"My first owners - Richard and Melissa, I always called them Mom and Dad. They... they, uh, they hated that, too."
Jesus Christ.
"So... Robin," Nancy said. "I was wondering if you could help me put away some of my things while I study."
"Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure." She stood there, eyes wandering, around, until they fell on Nancy's bookshelf "Holy shit, you have Dostoyevski! Is it in Russian?"
Nancy blinked, opened her mouth, took a step back and shook her head. Robin was already striding towards her bookself, tracing the spines of books with her fingers.
"Actually, why don't you read after you clean this up?"
Robin turned to see her, eyes wide and a growing smile, like a kid in a candy shop.
"I - I can read all of this?"
Nancy was going to kill Steve.
She shrugged and shook her head.
"Sure," she said. "After you clean this mess."
"Aye aye, cap!" Robin chirped, making a quick salute with her hand and getting to work.
Nancy was, for certain, going to murder Steve for making her responsible for this... thing. There was something wrong in her system, and that was very much obvious. She looked down at the instructions manual - surely there would be a way to turn her off for the night. She wouldn't want Robin to murder her in her sleep, or worse - wake her up at 4 am to talk about books.
Or she could just tell her to shut up. She was a robot, anyway. It's not like she could feel anything.
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tired-old-men · 3 months ago
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Your jobs seem stressful, what do you guys do to de-stress?
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Thunderhawk 
Our jobs can be really stressful especially since we are constantly on duty to keep Angel Island safe, however we do get some free time to rest and unwind. Everyone needs to rest and refresh to be on their A game including us Guardians. 
For me, I destress by spending quality time with the family when I can. As expected of people that constantly work and live together we tend to spend most of our free time independently, which is all fine and good.. but we are a family after all, and getting to share some genuine time together, watch a movie, maybe play a board game or two, sharing a big meal, just gives me a nice warm feeling and reminds us of the simple moments in life together. Slowing down and enjoying the little things. 
Sometimes when work gets really overwhelming I stop for a moment, I focus on my breath and pay subtle attention at whats around me, how things look, sound, feel, maybe taste, I notice my feelings in the moment and remind myself of those little happy moments in life. It’s helped me destress over the years and has even come in handy when my anxiety would try to get the best of me. -smiles- 
Sojourner
What do I do to de-stress? Besides beautiful women -smirks then clears throat-, I enjoy the occasional cigar as opposed to my usual cigarettes, I don’t drink too often but I’ll even enjoy a glass of whiskey on the rocks with my smoke. Just find a good spot to sit outside and enjoy the view and maybe some tunes, although the sounds of the Island’s wilderness is the perfect music to my ears. 
At times the best way for me to de-stress is to go out hiking and especially camping. Sometimes I’ll take my son or another one of the boys along for the trip but other times I’ll go by myself, just exploring and experiencing Angel Island’s raw beauty brings me a lot of peace and provides the space for personal reflection too. Can’t beat a walk in nature I’ll tell you that!
Sabre
To say that this job is stressful would be an understatement in my opinion… I’ve tried a few things to destress but I really enjoy some quiet time along with a nice cup of tea, perhaps even a book or a good album to listen too. I’ve also found working on my garden to be quite therapeutic for me in a way. Gives me something to focus on besides work, and as much as it reminds me to take care of my plants it reminds me to take care of myself too. Originally my wife started this garden so I’d say it also holds some fond memories to reminisce about.
Locke
De-stress? Hmm.. I’d probably say meditation is my biggest guide when I feel burdened. I’ve read some of my ancestors would meditate so much they would even reach new levels of consciousness and even find greater insight into their chaos abilities. For me it keeps me focused on the present and helps organize my thoughts. I um- sometimes go out maybe into Echidnaopolis or another town on Island, just socialize a bit… Although my favorite places I go to are some of the old ruins or caves found around the Island, lots of history to uncover, it fills me with such an exciting energy I tend to forget about whatever might have been stressing me at the moment. -smiles sheepishly- 
Spectre
Hm…I meditate. I read. I tend to write about my thoughts, feelings, and observations as it helps gather all my introspections and provide greater insight into them… … I’ll also swim or dive from time to time…water is rather soothing…
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cheesecakethots · 1 year ago
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Ok but that chrollo/ johan ask got me thinking.... If you had to be kidnapped and spend the rest of your life with them, who'd you choose? Whose more bearable? Johan or chrollo??
Also i love your johan works. Dont feel discouragement from writing more on him becuz smtimes feels hard to write.
ahhh thank you!! no legit he is so hard to write, but i might reread monster soon to get my mind flowing
gosh in a totally fictional scenario where i wasn’t a lesbian, i have no clue.
(read more because this got long lol)
chrollo has the positives of he’s rich as shit, and wherever you stay is going to be glamorous. problem is you’ll probably have to move around a bunch, so you might be sticking to hotels. that might be so much more stressful, being kidnapped by this jackass and not even being able to settle in or get over jet lag before he tells you to pack your stuff, because he’s got another job on the other side of the world.
johan drifted from house to house during the show/manga, and didn’t stay put for long. if you’re with him during that time, well it’s going to be nothing compared to the lavish lifestyle chrollo has. but, you’re definitely more likely to be able to escape from johan than chrollo. he’ll probably account for that, so let it be known he’ll have an eye on you 99% of the time.
chrollo & johan give off that similar, gentlemanly manipulative vibe.
chrollo is definitely more overt with it, though. you could maybe call that a positive, because you’re less likely to fall for it, but it’s definitely more aggravating. you could be playing up a little, pushing him away, shouting, trying to run, and he’ll just say something like “hm. you’re right, dear. maybe we should visit your parents. i would certainly love to introduce myself to them properly.” and boom you shut your mouth at the clear threat in his otherwise monotone voice. i’m not sure if he’d actually go through with it, but neither are you. maybe don’t try and find out.
johan, on the other hand, is generally less willing to be so manipulative with you. i feel if he had a connection with someone other than anna for the first time in his life, someone who made him feel less of a monster and more whole, he wouldn’t want to treat them as he treats everyone else. manipulating you so overtly would make him feel like a monster again and definitely would hurt his feelings quite a bit.
buuut, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do it at all.
johan has been manipulating and moulding people since he was a very young boy. it might be something he just sometimes does without realising. maybe he’ll mention things he knows you like in an effort to strike up conversations with you, and to make you like him more. maybe he’ll mention sad things that happened in your life, before he took you away. stuff like that, so nothing really on chrollo’s level. but, i would still say it sucks, because you’re more likely to become accepting and even… loving to a degree. you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.
i don’t think chrollo would physically punish you for running, as he wants to keep up that gentlemanly facade. don’t push him too far, you don’t want to see what’ll happen if he decides to drop it. he’s faster and stronger than you will ever be, so one second you could be shouting, screaming and hitting at the blank expression on his face, and the next cradling a broken wrist while he tuts and coos at you. don’t test it.
johan would NEVERRR physically hurt his darling. worst would be using maybe a needle to knock them out, but he’d feel bad about it. i don’t think he could bring himself to hurt your family or friends, either. i’m not even sure he’d punish a darling at all. maybe more locks, but he’d feel like the monster he believes he is if he tied you down to a bed to keep you from leaving. he might forcibly hold you close for a bit, just to keep himself grounded.
overall, i actually don’t know. johan seems like the better answer, but the idea of actually feeling bad for him or eventually loving him makes me feel >:/. not sure if i would be able to refrain from screaming into a pillow or punching myself unconscious if i had to deal with chrollo, though. (he’s a bastard. i love him).
i guess at least when johan gets you flowers or something you like, it’s for your enjoyment alone. when chrollo does it, sure, it’s nice to see you happy… but it’s mainly to make you like him a little more or prove to you (and himself) that you can be happy with him.
both are definitely better choices than illumi, though. fuck that.
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