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But you’ll never regret it to expect it to be Bokunatsu 5. Close enough that you’re probably still planning to try it out. With this game, I must admit that the games from that series weren’t as pleasant for me as all the games from this series. So now is summer vacation, right? I think you enjoy this game, though it will not be as unbelievably as many others. This is indeed the latest game of Millennium Kitchen, the team behind Bokunatsu. This game is longer and more should be done in general than Friday Monsters, so I feel better recommending it to anyone who’s enjoyed that title. This is the same guy who does a similar type of game, and how it connects it with ordinary kids’ summer experiences. The other group I want to address is those who played Attack of the Friday Monsters on Nintendo 3DS. The interpolation of bizarre and mundane elements throughout the show is also on display here. You should have the sense of humor exactly where it should be. It looks nice, the voices are provided by proper Japanese VAs. From the top to the bottom it’s a fantastic adaptation of those characters and their world. First off, if you like Crayon Shin-chan, you can just go ahead and pick it up.

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It is the very last time I will type that full title, by the way. It is a few ways to come at Shin chan: Me and the professor on Summer Vacation, the Endless Seven-Day trip. Shin chan: In my summer vacation, the Professor was on the endless seven-day trip ($29,999) Wave Race 64 was one of my favorite games to do, so it looks like it will go to Nintendo Switch Online via the Expanding Pack this Friday. It’s a lucky thing that it was very useful if Nintendo released something, so that you keep up a bit. Even if you were an old Nintendo 64 owner, that was a lot of fun. Heck, Switch had just one or two new games while I typed this sentence. It’s easy to forget this old age where you could play a bit of an entire month when a console was launched. Wave Race 64 will be released for Nintendo Switch.

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We wrap things up with a surprisingly bulky list of new sales plus the expiring discounts for the day. One can see the words of Shin chan: Me and the Professor on summer vacation then the short assessment of Voyage. Today we’ve got two more reviews for you. If you found them, or have information on more areas to find the others, feel free to add it.Hello readers and welcome to the SwitchArcade Round-Up on August 16th, 2022. Still looking for Fruzard, the water type, and Spink, the grass type.

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I found it in the smaller patch above the Nexomon trainer. It can also be found in the large patch of grass to the right of the Pixekai Research Lab.įerosera, the fire type, can be found in the patches of grass west of Ignitia, near lava. Ponirius, the wind type, can be found southeast of Ignitia, in the brown grass above the girl with the cool hair. There is a well and lumberjack north of it that you should be able to see while searching. Perchara, the electric type, can be found east of Mountain Village, in the green patch of grass. You can also find Vulazy here.įrulf, the rock type, can be found in every grass patch from when you exit the cave from Parum town, all the way until Mountain Village. There should be a painter to the right, and it is next to where you meet the shopkeeper for the first time. Fleecius, the normal type, can be found in the grass patch right before Parum Town.

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Obey Me characters forgetting a mating anniversary

Anon: reactions to their alpha missing an anniversary? or you could switch it and do reactions to realizing they forgot an anniversary. either or !

Anon part 2: hi! i’m the anon from the anniversary request. i was thinking maybe the obey me! fandom? whichever characters you like. my exams are coming to an end so i’m looking forward to spending hours on that app during the summer 😤😤 i hope you’re doing well ! 💕

(Hey hey!! I’m going to do their reactions to forgetting a mating anniversary, because they’ve been alive a long time, I imagine it would happen at least one hehe. Let’s see~)

Warnings: Mention of sex in Asmo’s section

Lucifer – He denies it at first. He can’t have forgotten, he would never forget something so important, you must have the date wrong. His response is very likely to make his alpha either more angry or more upset, and he inadvertently blows the whole thing out of proportion because he struggles to admit that he’s wrong. But when he realises that he is wrong? That he was so caught up in paperwork for Diavolo he did forget? It’s a hard pill to swallow. He would probably buy his alpha some expensive flowers as an apology of sorts, but unless he’s been in a relationship with his alpha for several hundred years, I don’t see him directly apologising. He does feel guilty, but he really finds it hard to articulate. The upside is that it’s extremely unlikely that he’ll ever do it again. He’s checking four times every week at least now that he hasn’t missed any important dates by mistake.

“Our anniversary is next week, my beloved, you must have confused the dates.”

Mammon – Mammon metaphorically shits himself when he realises he forgot an anniversary. His scent is pure, unadulterated panic. His first instinct is to plan an anniversary event that moment. Hell’s Kitchen must still be open right? He tries to pull his alpha with him right that second. If that doesn’t work, he starts to panic that he’s ruined the most important thing in his life. This is when the begging starts. He says sorry about a hundred times, will get on his knees, offer whatever you want as long as you forgive him. Mammon is actually a very compassionate person who doesn’t like upsetting his loved ones, so it’s very hard to stay mad at him. Unfortunately, he’s not great at keeping track of dates, so it might happen again. The best thing to do is organise something together and give him a few reminders when that date’s coming up.

“Oh shit! Er, Hell’s Kitchen is still open right?? I’ll buy you whatever you want, we’ll order one of everything, does that work?”

Leviathan – He almost certainly forgets because of some game event or new releases. And to make everything worse, at first he acts like the game and event was more important than the anniversary and he thinks it’s a legitimate excuse that you can’t argue with. He realises pretty quickly after the event finishes that he’s completely alone because you’re mad at him. He turns to tell you everything about the game but you don’t want to listen to him?? He sulks in his room for a while. What pushes him to apologise is when he sees you hanging out with other people instead of him. He growls away the other person, pulling you into his room and sobbing angrily against you, asking why you love other people more than him. He apologises then, desperate to have his best friend and lover back with him. He might do it again, but he learns pretty quickly to just communicate when he wants to partake in a special gaming event and then he never forgets again.

“W-Why don’t you love m-me, like you l-love him?! I’m sorry, p-please don’t leave!”

Satan – He feels guilty, but he handles it well. He is phenomenal at apology dates. He organises the perfect romantic date, taking into consideration his alpha’s likes and integrating them. If you have a favourite romantic novel, you know he’s going to recreate a date scene with you. If you have a favourite restaurant, he’s booked the best table and ordered a bouquet of your favourite flowers for the centrepiece. It’s very hard to stay mad at Satan, especially because it’s very out of character for him to forget a date so important.

“If you want any more drinks, just let me know. I want you to enjoy this evening as much as possible.”

Asmodeus – He also deals with it fairly well, even if he can’t believe that he forgot! He’s honest and upfront about forgetting and expresses regret. He will definitely try to seduce you as an apology though, offering to let you do whatever you want to him. If that doesn’t work, next step is a joint pampering session! He’s pretty good at conveying a genuine apology without making anything too dramatic. I think it’s unlikely that he would do it again, because he loves, loves, loves anniversaries!!! He genuinely can’t believe that he forgot because he normally plans everything months in advance.

“Oh! I can’t believe that I… Oh dear, here come to my room and let me make it up to you…”

Beelzebub – He’s heartbroken that he forgot! He is so upset. He apologises immediately, looking like he’s on the verge of tears, and he asks you to tell him what he needs to do to make it up to you. He doesn’t offer up solutions, he wants his alpha to pick something, so he knows they’ll enjoy it. The only thing he definitely does immediately, is offer whatever food he’s been saving for them to share with him while they discuss. He will likely ask for advice from some of his brothers, probably Belphie (who doesn’t help) and Asmo (who’s slightly more helpful). He may do it again, but he always tries his hardest to make your anniversaries as special as he can.

“Here, you can have my ice cream… I’m really sorry… What can I do?”

Belphegor – He doesn’t think it’s a big deal that he forgot, because you can both just rearrange it, right? I think it’s pretty unlikely that his alpha takes kindly to that opinion. It takes Belphie a little while to realise that a) he’s in the wrong and b) he needs to apologise. He’s not good at planning, but when he genuinely puts his mind to it, he’s actually pretty good at giving gifts. He buys something you’ve been wanting for a while, he might even put a sticky bow on top if you’re upset enough. He gives you the gift while mumbling apologies. The second you forgive him, he drags you to take a nap with him because he hasn’t been sleeping well since you’ve been mad at him. He’s pretty likely to do it again at least a few times, but he learns not to be such a dick about it eventually.

“Oh, I guess I must have forgot… We can just go tomorrow; I want to take a nap.”

Diavolo – He is gutted that he forgot. He organises the most extravagant apology dinner possible (which is pretty extravagant, because he’s a king, very dramatic, and very in love all at once). He gives a dramatic speech about how there’s no excuse, how he never wants you to think he doesn’t value your relationship etc. At this point, I imagine most people would be begging him to chill out and promising that they already forgave him. Either way, I don’t think it would ever happen again, especially because he tells all of his staff to remember your anniversary and always remind him the week before. He isn’t going to let this happen again.

“My love, I will never forgive myself for hurting you in this way. I will never stop trying to make it up to you, even if it takes me a millennium.”

Barbatos – This would never happen. He is amazing at keeping organisational data in his brain, especially data that means so much to him. Also, he can see the future, so, even if by some miracle he did forget, he would see your future reaction and know in advance that he forgot. Barbatos isn’t perfect, but he’s not one to forget important dates.

Simeon – Simeon is another one who is heartbroken that he’s treated his most beloved one this way. He feels awful. He does tear up a little bit if the relationship is old enough. Simeon makes a huge effort to create some adorable picnic date, cooking baskets and baskets of food and picking the most beautiful park. He brings flowers and bunting and a little cake that he ices with an apology in an unbelievably cute handwriting style. It’s very, very hard not to forgive him when he’s so apologetic and good at making you smile. He goes out of his way to make sure he never upsets his alpha in this way again.

“My beloved, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I will seek to make it up to you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Solomon – He doesn’t care that much about anniversaries but he’s not dumb enough (like some other people on this list *cough*) to think that saying that to your face is a good idea. He definitely tries to play it off as though he had something planned all along and that making you think he forgot was part of the plan. He then scrambles to plan things last minute, and he’s quite good at covering up his mistake. If his alpha doesn’t believe him, he makes up for his mistake with expensive and rare gifts. He will find something special for his alpha. A first edition copy of your favourite book or limited edition merchandising of your favourite media, something like that. He knows the excitement will help dull any negative emotions you have towards him. I could definitely see him doing it multiple times, but if his alpha ever expressed genuine hurt long-term about that particular habit, he would readjust his priorities. He’s not a complete asshole after all, he just sometimes has a hard time pulling his head out of said asshole.

“Here, it took me three days to track down someone who had a copy, but I finally found a first edition for you. I hope you will accept this as a token of my apology, my dearest.”

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buntycake · 4 years

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Hey I really liked your writing so I decided to send in a prompt. What do you think the brothers would only reveal about themselves to MC after a long time of dating? Maybe a different side of their personalities or an embarrassing interest? Thank you for the hard work 💕

I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you enjoy this headcanon.

What the Brothers Reveal to You After Dating You for a Long Time

Pride:

Lucifer never seems to struggle. True, he has his fits of irritation as he tries to run Devildom while bringing Diavolo’s machinations to fruition. Even so, to an outsider he always seems to have a plan Z for everything.

The first time you saw him in a less than orderly state was when he called you to his office during one of his all-nighters. It was three in the morning and he had asked you to bring him a coffee spiked with poison. (This would have been alarming to you if you hadn't lived in Devildom for quite some time.)

Hunched over his desk and surrounded by paperwork, he looked exhausted. He didn’t even take the time to save his coffee like usual. It was gone in one gulp. When you asked what was keeping him up so late, he told you about Lord Diavolo's new idea. It had him ripping hair out he tried to figured out how to implement it.

Though he tried to shoo you away, you sat with him until 6 am, when he finally called it quits. This became a semiregular occurrence. (You talked him out of his all-nighters when you could.) Just your presence is enough to make the process of figuring out the impossible better.

When you're more settled in your relationship, he'll start asking for your advice and help. It's hard to believe that someone as persnickety as Lucifer would allow someone to do a job that he could do better, but he trusts you.

It's not always about work either. The conversations you two have about his relationship with his brothers are when Lucifer seems the most vulnerable. He wants to be close with them, but struggles. You are one of the few people he allows to know that.

Greed:

Mammon being completely serious is still an uncommon occurrence in your relationship. He has his more reserved moments, sure, but not bouncing off the walls is not the same as having that solemn, focused look in his eyes.

There are really two occasions when this side of him comes out. One, when he's in DEEP trouble with the witches. You'll know that his debt with the witches has become serious when he's pacing the length of his room and muttering a string of numbers and calculations you can't follow.

Two, when he's trying to comfort someone, most often you. (After all, his brothers aren’t the type to admit when they’re feeling down.) There was once you had gotten to ruminating about the past. Those memories had whirl winded into something ugly. All your past regrets and embarrassments built up and weighed down on you until you began to cry.

Luckily or unluckily, Mammon came barging into your room at that time. He was ranting about some new opportunity for making money. In your melancholy daze, it was hard to remember. You must have looked awful because the switch was immediate.

Mammon gathered you in his arms and rubbed your back until you calmed down enough to talk. At first, he seemed agitated since he thought one of the brothers had done something to upset you. However, as you explained what happened he settled down. He was silent as you spoke and his eyes never left your face as if he was trying to gather up your every word and reaction.

Mammon is surprisingly insightful when he wants to be. What he said to you after your rant was thoughtful and wise – completely unlike his typical persona. You knew the typical fun-loving demon had returned when he said, "Anyway, forget about all that stuff. You have the Great Mammon looking out for you now."

Envy:

Levi is extremely capable. Being an otaku shut-in, it's an aspect of him that isn't immediately apparent and that you've probably only seen glimpses of.

Levi's ability to keep up with all things otaku, while perhaps not impressive to anyone outside of the anime community, is a testament to his persistence. And no matter what normies think, Levi isn't without ambition.

It's actually a little while into your relationship that he brings up an old goal of his: creating an otaku podcast. He was timid as he began to explain his vision to you, but about an hour in it was clear that he knew EXACTLY what he wanted to do. He just needed a little nudge.

After many reassures, some words of affirmation, and a pretty drawn out planning session, he got to work. For the next couple of months, he was busy - completely hyper focused on this goal.

He reached out to some smaller creators in the otaku community to find others interested in making a podcast. The two of you went searching for a place and some equipment to rent out. There were many late nights with just the two of you drafting up some beginning podcast topics.

Levi was a nervous mess before the first recording. You sat in on the first one just to be a calming presence, but in the end, you don’t think he needed it. He had a BLAST. Everyone seemed to play off each other so well.

When the podcast came out, it was a modest success. Those that liked it were begging for more. He was practically vibrating from excitement and overflowing with new ideas after that.

Levi undoubtedly did most of the leg work, but he'll insist to his last breath that it was all because of your support. To him, he can jump any hurdle with you by his side.

Wrath:

Satan is disgustingly romantic. For all the rage he can store in his body, honeyed words and sweet sentiments take their place there, too. Blame it on all the romance books he's read over the millenniums.

This aspect of him was probably the clearest during your dates, where he’ll take you to some unknown, but beautiful place. Even as you take in the environmental or astronomical wonders that Devildom offers, his eyes can’t seem to part from your form. It’s as if your existence is even more surreal.

This sentiment bleeds into your daily life the longer you're together. Most notably when you start finding small notes everywhere.

In the morning you found a note on your dresser, scrawled in his neat cursive. It read, “Your smile is as refreshing as the morning dew.” The smile in question appeared on your lips and you could almost see Satan’s amused smile in your mind.

Another note that said, “Your curiosity is something to be admired and feared,” had you giggling in the middle of RAD’s hallways. You got a few odd stares for that.

Surprise, surprise, there were more in your backpack, textbooks, around your room, everywhere. Each contained a small snapshot of his feelings about you.

At the end of the day, you found him tucked away in the library with a book like usual. When you asked him why he hid all those notes, he simply said, "So, that you would have at least one happy moment each day.”

Lust:

Asmo takes pride in his appearance, but more than that, fashion and beauty are a defensive mechanism. If he looks less than perfect, then there might be merit in what people say about him. They might have good reason to hate or resent him.

When he's at his most beautiful, he can pass those reactions off as people being envious of his perfection. It may seem like a small thing, but it's a privilege to see him before all the primping and preening.

So, when you woke up after one of your rendezvouses and found him still in bed, you were surprised. Usually, he was already up and about, wrapped in one of his silk robes.

He always looked like he woke up fashionably messy. Hair that was perfectly mussed, robe that was draped lazily over his shoulders, and eyes that seemed dewy with sleep, but the smell of bathing oils and perfume always gave away his morning preparations.

Seeing him with bedhead, rubbing at his bleary eyes, and yawning out morning breath was surreal. You thought you were dreaming until he pulled you closer and nuzzled into your chest. His lack of pretense went unmentioned for cuddles and an extra thirty minutes of sleep.

Every time he does this, know that he's choosing to be vulnerable with you. And perhaps more importantly, that he's opening himself up to your criticisms. Ones that he can't/won't deflect and will take to heart.

Gluttony:

Beel is rarely angry. As the peacemaker of the brothers, he's often the one pacifying the others. It doesn't leave him much room to express his own anger.

More than that, Beel doesn't like to hold grudges. It makes him feel guilty. There's already so much animosity among his brothers already; he doesn’t want to add to it.

You were really worried the first time he came to vent to you. He had entered your room a bit solemnly and gathered you into his arms. Then, he’d asked your permission to disclose something to you.

At first, you thought he was sad. Beel had commonly shared moments where he felt sad or upset, but this quiet simmering anger was new to you.

He started off quietly. It was lucky his mouth was right by your ear or else you'd have never heard what he was muttering. The whole rant started off with him confessing how frustrated he was with Lucifer for still withholding information and not leaning on the brothers for help.

As you nodded and encouraged him to go on, he got more confident. The conversation drifted away from Lucifer, to his qualms with the rest of the brothers. All of them for condescending his intelligence on a daily basis, Mammon for always going through everyone’s things, Asmo for constantly stealing his cake, and so on.

Beel had completely cooled off by the end of his rant and was a tad bit embarrassed. However, as he gets more comfortable venting, he'll let you know about small things that irritated him that day. It becomes like a daily confessional ritual between the two of you.

Sloth:

Belphie is notably cynical. However, this gets toned down by his aloof, sleepy persona. As adorable and soft as he is, he harbors numerous negative opinions of the world.

He doesn't trust easily and often expects the worst of people - demons, humans, angels, it doesn't matter. To his credit, when he isn’t blinded by his temper, he’s often right in his assessments. However, for Beel's sake, he typically suppresses this response.

With you, he feels he can air out his grievances. The first of these occurrences happened after a post-nap in the attic. The two of you were curled around each other and he began to let his woes slip out into the space between the two of you.

He talked about everything from his brothers to the exchange program to even his reservations about you. The dichotomy of Belphie cuddled into you, surrounded by a mountain of pillows while lamenting the woes of the world was frankly jarring. But when he finished, he seemed to sink deeper into your embrace like a weight had lifted off his shoulders.

As he continues to talk to you about all his less than optimistic views, they become a sort of philosophical debate between the two of you. There’s something satisfying about throwing each other’s ideals around and deconstructing them. More appealing to Belphie is that the two of you can have these conversations without judging each other (too much) or forcing your morals down the other’s throat.

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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Team Bonding

Bryan Kneef x Reader. NSFW. Warnings: dub-con, because he’s her superior. Oral sex, vaginal fingering, and fisting. Yes. You read that right. Also squirting. You have been warned. Oh, and this covers ice-skating in my naughty & nice bingo. This is most definitely naughty.

WC: 2.8K

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“Bryan Kneef doesn’t do ice skating.” A voice boomed from down the hall.

“Stop referring to yourself in third-person you psycho.” You rolled your eyes as you headed towards the voice. You paused in front of a decorative mirror in the empty law firm and rubbed lip balm over your lips.

“I told you, Bryan Kneef doesn’t do ice skating.”

You rubbed your lips together, and then made way to the lobby, finding the acerbic head of litigation at STR Laurie, sitting in a chair, with a scowl on his face. Which, lets face it, was nothing new for Bryan Kneef.

“Look, I know this is the last thing you wanted to be doing. But your bosses up there, wanted to make the transition with Reddick Boseman smooth.” You pointed towards the ceiling and then pointed back down. “It’s not my fault we got paired up together. You said I could choose what we got to do. I chose ice skating.”

You walked past him and hit the button, calling for the elevator. You crossed your arms and began tapping your foot, irritated. “Well?”

Bryan glowered and then stood. “Fine.”

When STR Laurie announced that they wanted to do a team building exercise with Reddick Boseman & Lockhart, you were less than thrilled. The last thing you wanted to do was spend more time with work on your weekend. Especially when you were paired with Bryan. You were not blind, the man was fucking gorgeous and he cropped up in many a fantasy with your battery operated boyfriend. However, his attitude left much to be desired. He would work you and the rest of the paralegal department to the bone. You knew from his bio on the firm website, that he started himself as a paralegal upon graduating from Northwestern Law – you figured he’d be cognizant of how to treat junior staff, probably having been through it himself. Instead, he chose to continue the cycle of asshole treatment. Bryan tried to get out of it himself, but his own boss Gavin Firth told him to make nice and take part – especially if he wanted to keep leading the litigation department and not give it to Diane. Backed into a corner, Bryan reluctantly agreed.

Initially, he had hoped he would be paired with a fellow colleague who he would be able to convince to blow off this event and hit high end bar with. And if not that, he had hoped it was the blonde secretary with big tits two floors down that he could wham, bam, thank you ma’am and then move on from. Instead – he got stuck with you – the mousy senior paralegal. He knew who were – he knew who everyone was. You had worked with him on a few cases before. You were very good at your job but otherwise, left little to the imagination with your baggy, shapeless sacks of dresses and frumpy sweaters. There was no desire for him to try to get under your skirt. Not when there was a bevvy of women and men he could have, just a dial away.

As the elevator went down, Bryan chose to study your profile. Though you were bundled up to the hilt in a white puffer coat and burgundy hat, he could still see your long lashes and lush lips that had a sheen from whatever you put on them. His nose caught the barest whiff of perfume and he had to admit that it smelled lovely. The elevator landed and you walked out first. He was surprised to see a shapely ass under the dark denim fitted jeans you wore.

STR was close to Millennium Park. You both made way through to the ice skating rink, barely a word between you. You were meeting a few other STR/Boseman colleagues and friends from your department who were already there. Bryan paid for the skating rental and soon enough you were both on the ice. You skated towards your friends with ease, leaving the attorney behind, gripping the sides. A look of panic was on his face as he tried to maintain balance. You turned around and let out a derisive laugh before skating back towards him, offering your hand.

“Is the big bad lawyer afraid of a little ice?” You mocked.

“Shut up and leave me alone. I am here, aren’t I? Go back to your friends and go take your pictures. Make fun of me all you want. Come Monday, I am going to bury you all with doc production.” Bryan sneered.

You skated closer to him and offered your hand once more. “Come on, it’s not that hard – watch me.” You stood next to him. “Your knees should always stay slightly bent. That position lowers your center of gravity, stabilizing you. It also helps you to skate without falling. Also, you should always have your weight positioned over your skating leg. One time you’re skating on the right leg, and the next moment on the left one. Every time you switch legs, you must shift your weight so that it’s over the skating leg.”

You demonstrated what you had explained and then repeated it. Bryan looked at you like a deer in headlights. Your lips twitched into a small smile. “Give me your hand.”

Bryan sighed, his breath causing a small puff of air. “Fine.” He grunted and took your hand. Your hand and his hand were encased in gloves and you mourned the idea that you weren’t holding hands bare skin to bare skin. You skated easily and Bryan wobbled a bit behind, but managing to keep pace. However, at one point, another skater flew by catching Bryan off guard and he lost his balance, falling, bringing you down with him.

“Mother fucking cock sucker son of a bitch!” You swore loudly, rubbing the side of your left ankle. “Ugh, I think I twisted it, you jerk!” Tears pricked your eyes.

“You? How about me?” Bryan snapped. “I can’t even get stand up without falling down.”

“Boo hoo asshole.” Two of your friends helped you up and you tried to bear weight but found that you could not. You were helped off the ice and Bryan followed, clambering to get off the ice, using the wall of the rink to help him.

You winced as you remove the skate, examining your ankle. It was starting to swell and the area was tender to touch. Bryan sat next to you, removing his own skates as well.

“How bad is it?” You heard him ask. You looked at him. “It’s sprained.”

For a brief moment, he looked remorseful. And just as quickly as you blinked, it was gone. “I’ll get us a car; I’ll take you home.”

You cocked your brow. “Excuse me, I can get home on my own just fine.” And stubborn as you were, you tried to stand but let out a grimace of pain, plopping back onto the hard bench.

“Let me take you home.” Bryan replied.

“Wonderful.” You seethed. Bryan returned your skates, along with his and brought over you shoes. You smashed your foot into your sneaker as best you could. Bryan offered his arm and begrudgingly, you took it, and limped out of the park. The ride home was uneventful, again with barely any conversation. You hobbled up the stairs rather comically and it was Bryan’s turn to roll his eyes at your pathetic attempt. You yelped as he suddenly picked you up, bridal style.

“What’s your apartment?”

“2D.” You replied mournfully, feeling embarrassed and humiliated that you could barely manage to get around and now you were being carried like a baby. There was a small part of you, however, that squealed inwardly. You clutched onto Bryan, his body solid and warm. He smelled wonderful and you allowed yourself to pretend to be swept away by the handsome lawyer.

“I got it from here, you can put me down.” You insisted once you were both inside. You both took off your coats. Bryan swallowed hard – for all the mousy outfits you wore at work, today you wore a form fitting sweater, which showed off the dip of your hip and swells of your tits.

Bryan carefully set you down and sharp pain shot up your leg and you swore again. “Maybe you should see someone.”

“I’ll tape it and ice it,” you reassured Bryan. “I’ll be fine.” This earned you an exasperated sigh. “I will take some ibuprofen,” you added for good measure.

Bryan grumbled in French about you being stubborn as he made way through your apartment. “I heard that, and you’re one to talk,” you replied cheekily, surprising him that you knew another language. Bryan was further surprised at your modest, but overall modern apartment. He liked the exposed brick and thought your small Christmas tree with its large, vintage bulbs was tacky, but charming in a way. He went into your kitchen and rummaged through your freezer, before returning with a bag of frozen peas.

“Put this on your ankle.” Bryan ordered. You took the bag. You propped your ankle onto your coffee table and stuck the bag on. You looked up at him. “I’m good. You can go now – and don’t worry, I’ll be in on Monday. Thanks for the lift.”

Bryan nodded and turned away, making his way back down your hallway. As soon as he did, you attempted to stand and swore loudly once more. Bryan turned on the balls on his feet. “Christ, Y/N, at least wait ‘til I am gone.”

“Wha—hey!” You shouted as he picked you up again, this time over his shoulder, so you were face to his ass. He gave your ass a playful spank and made his way down your other hallway, looking for your bedroom. “Put me down!”

He found it fairly quickly and unceremoniously threw you onto your bed.

“Are you always this stubborn?” He asked, his hands on his hips. He eyed your bedroom. It was small, like the rest of your apartment.

“Are you always a pretentious asshole?” You asked. Finally, you couldn’t stand it any longer. “Why are you being nice to me?”

Bryan didn’t respond. Instead, he sat next to you. “I know everyone thinks I am an asshole.” You snorted and Bryan let out a defeated sigh. “Okay, so I am an asshole. But I am still a fucking person.”

“The devil has feelings?” You covered your mouth and then cringed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Bryan shrugged. “For all the shit I do, yeah, I do.” He turned to you. “Look, I am sorry that I hurt your ankle. And maybe take Monday off – see a doctor. Don’t worry about it. I will make sure it doesn’t count against your PTO.”

You looked at him and you smiled. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

You were suddenly aware that Bryan was in your bedroom, on your bed. He looked debonair in his burgundy sweater and dark jeans. You could see the dark beard with the tiniest flecks of grey. When he began to massage your foot, you felt desire pool in your most intimate of parts.

“Bryan – I…” You swallowed hard. He looked up at you, his green eyes were intense and he gave the slightest nod to you. You leapt into his lap, ignoring the screaming pain of your ankle and kissed him. Bryan kissed you in return and slipped his tongue into your mouth, seeking and exploring. His hands were over your ass, grabbing at your flesh. He gave you a playful squeeze which earned him a moan from you.

A hand moved up and under your sweater, skillfully unhooking your bra and immediately moving to your breasts. He tugged and twisted a nipple, enjoying how you squirmed in his embrace.

“Let me take care of you,” Bryan replied breaking the kiss. You nodded, panting. You removed your sweater and fished off your bra. His eyes darkened at the sight of your shapely breasts. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them.

“Oh yes,” you agreed, practically purring. “I ache.”

Bryan hummed in acknowledgement. He pushed you back onto the bed and helped you out of your jeans. Slowly his hand made its way back under your underwear, along your hip. Your breathing hitched as his hand moved closer to the apex of your thighs. You were already sopping in anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” Bryan noted, a single finger stroking you briefly, before slipping inside. You sighed at the feeling of his finger in you. Encouraging, you pushed your panties to the side allowing him greater access.

Bryan slipped another finger inside of you, his tempo quickening. You began moving against his hand, mewling as he continued his ministrations. His fingers pumped in and out of you faster and faster. You cried out in pleasure. Bryan slowed his momentum before removing his fingers completely. You whimpered in protest and Bryan made a big show of sucking on his fingers. “You are delicious.” Bryan commented and you blushed in response.

Leaning over, he grabbed a pillow and encouraged you to lift your hips, placing the pillow under you. You spread your legs wantonly and unabashedly. Nipping your thighs, Bryan nestled in between your legs, his tongue in your folds, licking you and swirling his tongue on your swollen clitoris. You groaned, and your hands lost themselves in his dark hair, trying to keep him in place. The added feel of his beard along your sensitive skin only heightened your pleasure.

Bryan hummed in agreement and the vibrations sent shockwaves up your body. You arched your back as his tongue flicked on your clitoris as he slipped two fingers back in, all the way deep to the knuckle. Ignoring your aching ankle, your hips rose to meet the thrusts of his fingers. A third finger slipped inside, stretching you.

“Oh shit! Bryan!”

“That’s right, take it.” Bryan whispered. His thumb rubbed your clitoris haphazardly. You like getting fucked by my hand?”

“Yes, fuck, give it to me!” Your legs were shaking. “I am going to cum.” You groaned.

“Not yet.” Bryan grunted. He withdrew his hand and you whined at the lost contact. “Do you have any lube?”

You looked up at him, curious. “Uh, top drawer. Condoms in there too.”

Bryan winked at you and moved off your bed. As he rummaged through your drawer, you eyed the tent in his pants hungrily.

Bryan removed his shirt, leaving his jeans on. Seeing his thick body, with his dusty rose nipples and smattering of chest hair – he was even more hot than you could have imagined. He spread your legs again and dipped his head once more tasting you. You watched as he drizzled lube along your folds and then over his hand. He tucked his thumb into his palm, tapering his fingers and then slowly penetrated you until his entire hand was inside of you.

You let out a sound that was akin to animalistic howl. “Holy shit, holy shit, oh my God!” Bryan began rock his hand back and forth, fucking you with his fist. You felt so full and all you could think – or even say was more, more, more!

“Cum for me,” Bryan growled, his fingers finding that sweet spot that no one else ever had. You sobbed in pleasure and he dipped his head back between your legs and flicked his tongue against your clit. You came hard, shouting his name, grabbing the sheets haphazardly. Bryan continued to pump in and out of you, while looking up at you. A smirk graced his face, and he stroked that sweet spot once more. Your lungs burned as you gasped for air, feeling tremendous pressure and then release as you squirted all over Bryan’s face. Bryan lapped at you through your orgasm until it subsided. Slowly he removed his fist. Moving back up to you, he pushed his fingers into your mouth. “Suck” he ordered. You sucked on his fingers, tasting yourself.

You nipped Bryan’s fingers playfully and he chuckled, removing them. He pressed a kiss on your lips. “Feeling better?”

“Mmmm much,” you replied grinning. Pushing Bryan gently back onto the bed, you climbed onto him. “But I do think more TLC is in order,” you replied taking his hands and placing them on your breasts. “Up to the challenge, Mr. Kneef?”

Bryan winked. “I think I like my odds.”

FIN.

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Something new, something blue!

Discord thread with @kaibacorpbros !

"Please, for me?"

"No."

"Please?"

And round and round went this debate with Mokuba for quite a while. Mokuba argued that clearly Set's hair was separate, because it got longer, so anything done to it shouldn't effect his brother. Seto argued he didn't care, it was still his body, changes or not when he switched with the spirit. Round and round it went. But Mokuba was persistent about this. He'd already gone though all the work of getting the dye and learning how to do it. Nothing would stop him.

Which is how Seto found himself sitting on a stool in the shower, Millennium rod held in crossed arms as his little brother set everything up.

Gods, was that bleach? If this didn't work as intended, he had no idea what he would do. Wear a hat for several moths so people couldn't see it? He never should have agreed to this.

Mokuba approached with containers and brushes and several things Seto didn't want to know what they were. "Okayyy... I think everything's ready! Set, you there? We got a surprise for you! Switch out with Seto!"

It felt good to be back in Seto’s body, things were starting to return to it’s usual after their previous adventure. That was the longest time they had been separated, from one another. Nothing they hads been through thus far, came close to match the scale of it.

Thankfully, it was all over for good. And to celebrate it, they decided to take the weekend off work in order to dedicate some time for themselves and get much needed rest.

But it appeared a certain someone had other plans for today.

Set watched over the brothers banter with each other, since Seto woke up. He didn’t know the context, or even why they were arguing in the first place as such he chose not to interfere and instead watch from the back of his vessel’s mind. Until he was called by Mokuba.

The spirit appeared before Seto, he exchanged looks with him before swapping places- taking control over the body. It quickly went through it’s usual changes, the hair’s length served as proof of it. “I’m here Mokuba. Do you mind telling me what’s this all about?”

"Surprise!" Mokuba held up the dish of blue hair dye with a grin. Meanwhile, Seto was trying his best to not look in his astral form.

Really, he should just retreat into his soul room and try to not think about the damages. But if he did that, who would tell Mokuba if he was going overboard?

"It's hair dye," Mokuba explained. "I saw you looking at those people who had done their own. I learned everything to do it perfectly, promise! I was thinking of just doing a couple of strands of yours. I gotta bleach it first, but... you in?"

The younger Kaiba was also hoping that this would help them all settle down from that orichcalcos junk--even if Seto didn't wholly approve.

Set's gaze shifted between the boy and the things that surrounded them, in the bathroom. "Oh, so that's why he..." His voice trailed of as he finally caught on to what this feud, was all about.

Mokuba was very observant. Although, it wasn't something Set tried to ever hide. It was no secret how fascinated he was with the modern world's beauty, they had the chance to try a few things here and there. But they were mostly small things, which Kaiba would simply wash off the next day.

Nothing so far, came close to something like this.

The offer was no doubt extremely appealing to the spirit, who seemed to be fascinated by the pretty dye color. However, this didn't take a genius to think or figure out, there was an uncertainty whether this would affect Seto or not. Yet, he could see in the younger Kaiba's eyes, how he just wishes to try and help them get over what they went through recently... It wouldn't be fair to him if he simply gave a no.

He will bite the bullet on this one. Seto has braided his hair in the past, several times and they never appeared whenever the other took control over the body... So maybe, that would work in their favor.

"... Ah- I see. You're right Mokuba. I don't see any harm in giving it a try, so... I'm in Mokuba." Set responded with a gentle smile, without even looking up at Seto's soul.

Mokuba would have pumped a fist, but with his hands full, he instead bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Yes! I'll be careful Seto, promise!" The younger scurried behind the spirit and even got up on a stepstool for good measure.

'I'm sure you will. Just don't get that stuff on my skin, I don't wanna turn blue,' Seto grumbled even though Mokuba couldn't hear him in that form.

Mokuba had planned everything out beforehand, he went and pinned all the hair out of the way he wouldn't be working on. "Here, tilt your head back so it doesn't get on you."

Of couse, Seto had the right mind to change into some clothes that wouldn't matter if they got dirty, but his soul form still hovered close by to watch Mokuba's work. He'd done his own research into it as well.

And with the chosen strands separated, Mokuba carefully started bleaching it so it would hold the new color.

"You want gold as well? I got some of that just in case. Course when you bleach dark hair it kind of does that already. But highlights maybe or nah?"

“Go for it Mokuba, it’ll be fine.”

Set remained still- immobile, and in silence throughout the process. He would do everything that Mokuba asked from him, he can’t wait to see what the child had in stored for him.

A few good chuckles escaped the spirit, as he listened to the brothers banters... Even though Mokuba couldn’t see nor hear Seto’s words.

It was obvious how Set, didn’t share Seto’s worry and concern about the whole thing. How could he? When they haven’t had this much fun in such a long time?

Even before they became victims of Doma’s sinister plans... Kaiba’s defeat in his own tournament, left him with an understandable sour taste in his mouth. That’s the reason why they headed to the United States, so he could focus on his work and try to get his mind off what he had just gone through.

“How’s it going Mokuba? Is it working?” The spirit asked, after sometime had passed since the boy had applied the bleaching product on it.

"Mmm! 'Sh good!" The boy spoke around the bobby pins in his mouth. Once all the strands were ready to take the color he began with the blue, carefully brushing into the hair.

'Oh gods... it's a good thing you don't go to school for me, we'd be kicked out at a moment's notice for having colored hair.'

Seto's form floated nearby, covering half his face with his hand trying to not be obnoxiously watching Mokuba's every move, even if he couldn't see the elder, it would give Seto a small brain aneurysm.

With some more time, the blue was all in, and then it was time for the gold. Mokuba had chosen smaller highlight stands for that, not wanting there to be too much going on at once.

"Well... its done, and hope I did okay." Mokuba said once everything dried.

The younger held up a larger mirror as the eldest was trying his best to not look out of worry.

"What do you think?" The hair held the color well, and Seto even helped to ensure that Mokuba got evey angle of each strand.

“What about Yugi’s hair? Ah-” Set asked to Kaiba, before being interrupted by Mokuba as he showed off the fruits of his labor. His gaze immediately shifted to the boy and his hair, hours had passed since they began this - he could just barely contain his excitment.

Curiosity was plastered all over his face, a wide smile quickly formed on him while his hands ran through the hairlocks and brought them forth so he could have a better look at them. The blue color was the first thing to catch his attention, it even scored a gasp from him as he kept feeling how smooth it felt and stared at how beautiful it all looked.

At first, he had no words to say- he was left speechless. Set didn’t know what to expect out of this, the spirit was amazed at Mokuba’s work. An idea formed in his mind, as he began braiding a hair strand- or at least, attempted to.

“This turned out so much better than I imagiend, I... Ah- Is this how you do it? Seto? Mokuba?”

Yugi--well Kaiba wasn't even sure how that kid's hair worked, and he doubted anyone else did either.

But those thoughts were interrupted once the dye had dried.

The younger Kaiba beamed at his reaction. "I'm so glad it came out good!" Internally, he breathed a sigh of relief. Of couse he had done his research well, but who knew what could have gone wrong while actually doing it, there coulda been another end of world scenario in this time!

Seto hovered closer at his name. And while he didn't wholly approve of what Mokuba had done, he did have to admit it was detailed job.

"Close. Remember even parts, right over left. Keep it tight if you don't want pieces sticking out," Seto explained, making the gestures in the air so Set could see.

Set's focus shifted between the strand in his hands, and Kaiba's motions. He was following the instructions, and he quickly began repeating it with more strands. In no time, he had braided his entire new hair, it was something he was certain would compliment Mokuba's work.

When he finished working on the last strand, the spirit quickly reached out for a mirror he could have a look at the final product. There was a wide smile on his face, as soon as he spotted his reflection.

A few chuckles escaped him in disbelief, it all looked so great in Set's eyes. He quickly ran his hands through the braids, and showed them all off to the brothers.

"How about it now, huh? Ah! I still can't believe at this shade of blue...!"

"Ooh! I hadn't even thought about braiding it, that's a great idea!" With a smile Mokuba reached out to poke locks, careful to not knock them loose. "It mixes the colors in great! Obviously water or washing it will make it fade quicker, but it should look really vibrant for at least a week--well if you were in control for a full week that is. But really your hair will probably grow out before you have to worry about that."

That was under normal logic of course, so in reality Mokuba had no idea how long it would be. But never mind that! Proud with his work, the younger Kaiba started cleaning up all the supplies he used.

Something did pull at Seto's lips though. "I guess you guys didn't have something that could do that back in your day, huh," he said with a hint of amusement. It was almost as if Set was like a kid on his birthday.

“Are you expecting me to say that your time scored a point this time, Seto?” Set spoke out loud in a teasing manner, as he seemed to be looking at where his vessel’s soul currently was at. He didn’t even attempt to cover up the amusement in his face, while still proudly showing off Mokuba’s work. “I suppose you might be right about that.”

The spirit got to be in control of the body for the remainder of the day, and spent it in the company of the younger Kaiba. It almost felt like they were back to their usual, they had finally recovered their lives before everything started.

When was the last time they had the chance to find peace this way?

After tucking Mokuba to sleep in his bed, Set wasted no time in preparing himself for a night of sleep (at least, he hoped so). He proceeded to swap places with Kaiba, once he put on a pajama and headed straight to his soul room.

The day was delightful, yet it still was a draining one in it’s own right. The priest found himself in a personal chamber, it was a replica of sorts from what he used to have back in the day. Set removed most of his garbs and accessories, he only kept on himself a piece that he could sleep with.

It didn’t take long for him to finally, lay down on his bed and rest his head on a pillow. He came close to drifting off... But the sound of footsteps from the outside caught his attention.

‘Was it Seto? Of course it has to be him...’ The priest thought to himself while just barely awake, as he kept his eyes fixated on the door that the other soul would come through. “Come in, Seto...”

A familiar smirk formed at the spirit's words, but Seto said nothing.

But it felt good to spend some time with Mokua, when if it was kind of through the backseat.

But when night came, sleep evaded Kaiba, as it often did. And so he found himself nudging open Set's soul room. For once, careful and undemanding.

But there was one problem. It seemed Set was nearly asleep himself. Kaiba makes a nose of acknowledgement to the invention, and ventures further into the chamber.

"Guess no game night. Can't sleep," he says with a shrug, coming closer to Set's bedside. "But that's nothing new."

So many fresh memories. Of this room being empty, and his mind as well. The silence, sinister.

"Mind if I say? I won't bother you, you can go on to sleep," He just didn't mean stir up trouble either and yet here he was.

The bed is conveniently, large enough for two people. He always enjoyed having a lot of space for himself to sleep, by himself.

A yawn escaped Set’s lips while Seto spoke, he shifted around in his bed slightly so he could be laying on his side and facing his guest. “Yes, sorry about that... Mokuba ended up requiring a lot more attention than expected...” The priest spoke softly and in a slurred tone. It was obvious how he didn’t mind at all, being found like that by the other.

Due to his current state, Set couldn’t even imagine what must have really brought Kaiba here. He assumed it had to do with a force of the habit, and nothing else.

“Sure, of course you can Seto... Make yourself comfortable. I don’t think there are any doors leading to another of my memories for you to watch, or even anything else to entertain you for the night... Ah...” Another yawn interrupted him while he hugged the pillow, and sank his face into it. As he shifted around, his long hairlocks came forth and revealed that they retained everything they have worked on during the day. “Sorry, it has been awhile since we... It was a good day, huh?... You might be better off staying in your soul room tonight... There’s nothing that could- Ah...” Yet another drawn out yawn silenced him.

"I-- it's fine. I just..." he trailed off as he sat down cross-legged on the floor with his back against the bed, not knowing what else to say. And it would be incredibly awkward to try to bring up anything more. No, quiet was better. Quiet, but not silent. Not silent again.

"If I get bored I can fetch something from my room. Go back to sleep." If anything else, he should at least be able to scrounge up a book somewhere.

The dye did seem to stick, even in here. At least Seto's own hair was left un-smurfed, else he would never be taken seriously at Kaiba Corp.

And Seto just didn't want to be left alone in complete silence again. Even if they weren't talking or interacting, at least this way he knew the spirit was still there. Not whisked away by some seal.

Set hummed in a low tone, his eyes were partially open- it was obvious how difficult it was for him to keep them like that.

His mind was empty- in a numb state, the body felt heavy - especially his eyelids.

The priest had considered asking Seto if there was anything bothering him, or what did he miss out on while he was away.

'He must have had his peace... It all must have been nice to him...' The spirit convinced himself of that, he knows how he wouldn't get an answer from Seto in that regard... Even if he did, it wouldn't be clear or he would simply receive a snarky remark about it. Maybe another time...

It was only a matter of a few blinks of his eyes, before they shut down- and he finally drifted off to sleep. A snore didn't take long to escape him, it indicated how Set had fallen into a deep slumber.

Seto breathed out a soft exhale of relief when it was clear that the priest was asleep.

And for a long time, even though Seto had no real idea how long it was, he simply sat there. With his back up against the bed, listening to Set breathe. Just knowing that he was there put him at ease, even if Seto didn't know it.

And after a while, he nodded off. He also couldn't be sure how long his slumber was. Nor did he fully realize it had happened when his balance shifted, making his head pop up as the jarring movement half woke him.

Perhaps he knew what he was doing. Or perhaps not, and he got his own room mixed up with Set's. But with lazy movements, Seto half stood, pulled back the covers to the bed and crawled in, returning them to their place.

Naturally, his body gravitated to the warmth, the chill in his fingers in toes gradually dissipating. His eyes closed again as he buried his face into Set's shoulder.

Set found himself in a state of deep slumber, to a point he didn't even notice Kaiba join him in his bed at some point in the night.

Despite that, his body moved - inched slightly so his face could fit in that position in a more comfortable way. Almost as if he wasn't a stranger to this at all, his body was trained to act like this.

He was so used to his children, crawling into his bed during his sleep whenever they couldn't sleep. This happened often, and he quickly learned to fit them in like that without disrupting his sleep.

Set slept soundly, after all he was confident Seto had found peace during his absence. This won't last much longer...

#ooc /#AU 03 • ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴛʜ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴅ • Yami!Set AU #| セト • priest set • saved |#kaibacorpbros #just sOME GOOD PAPOSON KUSH :'''')

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