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having a lot of characters in genshin kind of sucks like i donât have enough materials to build all of them but i like them all too much to pick just one to work on at a time
#genshin impact#genshin#i want all my five stars built cause i like them#but i have a lot of four stars with good constellations#but also i need to focus on building one of my shielders#but also what about my favs that donât really work in any of my teams??#but also iâm prefarming for some#and that all takes second priority to alhaitham of course who still needs a few talent levels and better artifacts#i have mostly been juggling alhaithams talents with general wanderer/venti/tighnari building#and am very broke lol#so i am putting everything on pause while saving and farming for cyno#and hopefully iâll get a few things stocked back up whenever i have extra resin or whatever lol#annoying decision since wanderer just needs better artifacts and im SO close to having all of ventis last ascension materials#but the lack of organization is killing me lol#gotta shut down the whole account for a 20 day grinding period lol#except for alhaitham i will continue to work on him cause i love himđ
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GUARANTEED FURINA! GUARANTEED FURINA! THIS IS NOT A DRILL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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. postz#genshin impact#yay!!!! i love farming character materials!!!!!!#(except talent materials)#(god i fucking hate those)
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SV scenario where Luo Binghe is the same age as the peak lords, and it was in fact the last gen of peak lords who beefed (unfairly) with Tianlang Jun, well before their successors were on the scene.
So Luo Binghe gets accepted into Cang Qiong contemporaneously to Shen Jiu, Yue Qingyuan, Liu Qingge, Shang Qinghua (Airplane flavor), etc. Shen Yuan is also there, not related to Shen Jiu, just making his way through the Beast Peak ranks and praying that the plot doesn't find him (it does).
Luo Binghe is still also accepted as a disciple to Qing Jing. He and Shen Jiu are rivals. Mostly because Shen Jiu quadruple hates him for having a similar background but being the "ideal age" for beginning his cultivation, and being competition for the head disciple position. How is he supposed to take over the peak and be second only to Yue Qingyuan and have power & money & social security forever if the world's luckiest fucker is right next to him, doing everything better with just as few advantages and managing to be slightly more personable on top of it?
Shen Jiu wants to bury Luo Binghe a million feet under, meanwhile Luo Binghe just wants to become a cultivator and doesn't even have designs on the head disciple position. He'd let Shen Jiu have it, except that SJ's made it clear that if he becomes peak lord he's going to do everything in his power to run Luo Binghe out of the sect entirely, and possibly also kill him and make it look like an accident.
Enter Shen Yuan, whose shizun has recently discovered his Liu Qingge wrangling talents and ability to understand more than half the shit that comes out of that Shang kid's mouth, attributes this to his equally phenomenal success in getting otherwise horrifying demonic beasts to treat him like a Disney princess, and loans him out to the current Qing Jing peak lord as a sort of Jackass Whisperer who might figure out how to resolve the drama between disciples long enough for the peak lord to actually assess their potential. Without someone get poisoned, or missing a test because they were locked in a shed, or getting the time of the test wrong and having to be awkwardly escorted out of a brothel by one of their shidi.
Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe manage to misunderstand this situation as like, whoever wins over Shen Yuan the best will be declared the superior strategist and get confirmed to the head disciple position.
They are both absolutely terrible at figuring out how to get people to like them, though. Shen Jiu just keeps attempting to find blackmail material and Luo Binghe is like, well I guess I could seduce him. That's practical. Plus I want to seduce him, so win-win. But then he's running aground against the rocky shores of Shen Yuan's internalized homophobia. Which only gets worse when Shen Jiu figures out that either Shen Yuan has no skeletons in his closet, or else what skeletons are there are so bizarre that he can't really utilize them, so Plan B: Steal that Beast's Idea and Also Seduce Him gets implemented.
Shen Jiu starts being "friendly" in the exact same weird way that Luo Binghe has been attempting, and Shen Yuan read the book, he knows these two are usually only nice to other men when they're plotting their demise, so he's just like why me??? Why do they both want to kill me??? WHAT DID I DO???
#svsss#bingqiu#scumcum#scum villain#scum villain's self saving system#sy asks liu qingge to help protect him and liu qingge interprets this to mean safeguarding his virginity from these hussies#never has he been quicker to accept a job
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CUPID'S DUMBEST SOLIDER ๨ৠRYOMEN SUKUNA X READER
summary: ryomen sukuna, king of the school and reigning bad boy extraordinaire, has one rule: prom is for losers. but apparently, his too-good-to-be-true girlfriend (seriously, what are you doing with him?) thinks promposals are cute. so now heâs stuck planning the most over-the-top, cringe-inducing spectacle known to mankind. armed with zero artistic talent, a ton of misplaced confidence, and multiple dumb ideas, sukunaâs on a mission to prove that heâs boyfriend material. will he survive the humiliation of public vulnerability? will his classmates ever stop laughing at him? and more importantly, will you even say yes after watching him trip over his own ego mid-promposal? spoiler alert: sukuna might hate prom, but he doesnât hate you â just donât tell anyone or his bad boy reputation is toast.
warnings & tags: all characters except yuuji are high-schoolers [aged eighteen]. 100% sfw and crack. lots of high-school and social media related drama. sukuna is ooc but he's a loverboy. slight angst, misccommunication and misunderstanding, reader gets bullied. mentions of drugs & vaping. reader is sort of preppy [only when compared to sukuna], implied stsg and tomema. mentions of: yuuji, choso, gojo, geto, shoko, nanami, toji (zenin), naoya, yorozu, mei mei, uraume, mamaguro, wasuke itadori, mai and maki zenin.
a/n: i'm writing this because i'm thinking about my last year of highschool a lot. please enjoy <3
âźď¸i recommend reading on ao3 :) thank you for being here!

chapter one: love at first âyouâre kidding, right?â
prom sucks.Â
sukuna's decided this long before he even knew what it was, back when he was a kid and thought dances were just for the weak. now? the banners are inescapable, plastered on every wall like wanted posters, except the only crime being committed is how much glitter they used. seriously, who thought this level of sparkle was necessary? he doesnât even want to look at them, let alone read the overly enthusiastic âprom countdownâ in bold bubble letters.
but hereâs the kickerâyouâre excited.Â
you. his girlfriend. the only person heâs ever willingly given his jersey to, the one he pretends not to care about but secretly loses his mind if youâre even five minutes late to meet him after practice. youâre actually grinning at the posters, casually mentioning how it might be âfun.â
fun. the word leaves a sour taste in his mouth, much like the time he accidentally puffed on his teammateâs fruit-flavored vape, pretending he didnât low-key enjoy it. and now, just like back then, sukuna refuses to admit the truth: the idea of seeing you all dressed up, looking at him like heâs worth more than a fistfight and a bad attitude, is enough to make his brain short-circuit.
âyou know,â you say one day, glancing over your shoulder at him as you tug on his sleeve. âprom doesnât have to be a big deal. itâs just one night.â
âthen whyâs everyone acting like itâs the olympics?â he mutters, shoving his hands in his pockets. he keeps his eyes firmly on the ground, not on the way your smile softens like you already know whatâs going on in his head.
because of course you know. you always know. itâs annoying.
but the thing is, sukunaâs always been a fighter. he knows how to take a hit, how to deliver one back, how to keep moving even when his ribs feel like theyâre cracking under the pressure. this, though? asking you to prom? it feels like trying to fight blindfolded in a ring full of glitter bombs.
âyouâre thinking too hard about it,â you tease, leaning closer, and he has to resist the urge to snap back with something sarcastic. instead, he just grumbles something incoherent, hoping youâll drop the subject.
spoiler: you donât.
âcome on, it might surprise you,â you add, giving him that lookâthe one that makes his chest feel annoyingly tight and his brain feel like itâs melting. and just like that, sukuna knows heâs doomed. he doesnât even know how you managed to turn this whole thing around, but here he is, contemplating how to ask you to prom like itâs some epic quest.
but for now? heâll just keep glaring at the posters, convincing himself itâs all for you. definitely not because heâs secretly imagining what itâd be like to see you under those stupid lights.
yeah. thatâs it. itâs for you.
why is sukuna losing his absolute mind over asking you, of all people, to prom? itâs not like youâre some untouchable deity perched on a golden throne. youâre just youâthe one person whoâs seen him shirtless and sweaty post-practice and didnât immediately gag. the one who has the audacity to call him âcuteâ after heâs just finished smashing someoneâs face in and honestly? he still hasnât forgiven you for that.
and yet, here he is, spiraling like a damn teenagerâwhich, fine, he technically is, but thatâs beside the point. this isnât just prom. this is war. but why does it feel like heâs already lost?
he doesnât even know when this whole âyou and himâ thing started.Â
oh wait. yes, he does.
cue the flashback: sukuna, bloody and bruised, crouched in an alley after picking a fight with college kids who were built like linebackers. he was sure this was it. the end. game over. then suddenly, you appeared, haloed by the sun.
or maybe that was just his swelling eye playing tricks on him.
âare you seriously bleeding again?â youâd said, hands on your hips like you were scolding a toddler whoâd colored on the walls. you looked so annoyed, so unimpressed, so... angelic? he doesnât know. blame the blood loss.
âwhatâs it to you?â heâd snarled, expecting you to walk away like everyone else. but instead, you crouched down, pulled out a first-aid kit from god-knows-where, and patched him up right there. like some feral stray, heâd just sat there and let you.
and then, because subtlety is not in sukunaâs vocabulary, heâd yelled at you a few weeks later to âjust be my girl already,â fully prepared for rejection. except youâd said yes. casually. like it was no big deal.
liar. it was a huge deal. heâd wanted to cheer so loud theyâd hear him across town. instead, heâd just grunted and said, âfine,â as if he hadnât just won the lottery.
now, hereâs the thing: sukuna doesnât âdoâ feelings. or labels. or mushy crap like this. but somehow, youâve made it your personal mission to take care of him, and the worst part? he lets you.
so, yeah, obviously he needs to âman upâ and ask you to prom before some other idiot gets the idea. the thought of someone elseâsomeone less deservingâgetting to stand next to you in those ridiculous photos everyone takes? absolutely not.
but how is he supposed to ask you?
âhey, wanna go to prom?â no. too boring.
âyou and me. prom. be there.â god, no. too aggressive.
âiâll fight anyone who tries to take you if you say yes.â okay, maybe, but he doesnât want to scare you.
and what if you say no? âŚno, scratch that. you wouldnât. right?
âwhy do you look constipated?â your voice pulls him out of his internal chaos, and he realizes heâs been frowning so hard his face hurts.Â
âshut up,â he grumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. you just laugh, that soft little sound that makes his chest feel annoyingly warm. âyouâre so silly sometimes.â
silly? silly? sukunaâs this close to snapping back, but he bites his tongue. for now. heâll figure it out. eventually. probably.Â
unless someone else beats him to it.
nope. not happening. over his dead body.

chapter two: swipe, stress, repeat
if sukuna from a month ago could see sukuna right now, he'd be frothing at the mouth. the self-proclaimed king of school, the untouchable badass who spent his time punching people and skipping class, reduced to lying in his bed, phone clutched in hand, scrolling through tiktok like some lovesick idiot?Â
embarrassing. absolutely humiliating.Â
the guy wouldâve torn his own future self apart, verbally and probably physically, for this kind of behavior. but present-day sukuna? he couldnât care less. if past sukuna had a problem, he could take it up with the tiktok algorithm because, damn it, he was busy right now.
sukuna's room is peak sukuna. the walls are painted a deep grayâan edgy, brooding shade that screams âitâs not a phase mom,â and yet the color somehow sets off the aggressively pink hello kitty lamp on his bedside table. donât ask why he has it. itâs your fault, anyway, since you bought it for him, and when he told you he wouldnât use it, you pouted. now the damn thing stays on every night.Â
his bed is a mess of black sheets, crumpled in a way that suggests he both sleeps like a starfish and fights imaginary enemies in his dreams. the single poster above his bed is of some obscure underground metal band you probably pretend to care about when he rants, but the corner is peeling because heâs too lazy to fix it.Â
on the desk? chaos. protein powder tubs, half-used cologne bottles, random dumbbells, and a notebook thatâs only ever been opened onceâprobably because he mistook it for a coaster. nestled among this battlefield of masculinity is his phone charger, tangled in a knot that somehow feels symbolic of his life choices.
but letâs talk about the tiktok doom scrolling session. sprawled on his bed, legs dangling off the edge, sukuna clears out his notifications, which are predictably 90% you tagging him in ridiculous couple reels. âthis is us <3,â you captioned one, featuring two lopsided cartoon bananas cuddling. another one? a video of raccoons stealing food with the words âme and you robbing mcdonaldâs after your practice :3â plastered over it. he groans loudly but still clicks the tag, because god forbid he misses one.
and then he sees it: the initials trend. he stumbles across a video with the letters r + your initial floating on-screen, surrounded by sparkly hearts. it takes him a solid two tries, but when the stupid thing finally lands on the right combination, sukuna practically slams the save button. the smug grin on his face could rival the one he wears after winning a fight. âgot it,â he mutters to himself, as if heâs achieved something monumental. and maybe he hasâbecause nothing screams romance like a tiktok filter confirming your undying love. his phone buzzes again, and itâs you, sending yet another video. he opens it, and itâs a clip of two fat seals flopping in the water together. âthis is us,â you text, followed by a string of hearts. sukuna lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. âyouâre so dumb,â he mutters, even as he saves the video.
but tonight, sukuna is a man on a mission. a stupid mission, in his humble opinion, but one heâs reluctantly accepted because of you.
his night started the same as it always does latelyâon call with you while you go through your nightly skincare routine. he pretends not to care, half-listening as you ramble about serums and exfoliators, but if anyone asked why he knows the difference between niacinamide and retinol now, heâd deny it with his whole chest. âokay, goodnight,â you say eventually, and he feels weirdly warm when you pause, waiting for his reply. âyeah, yeah. goodnight,â he mutters, then sends you a five-line-long text he drafts with the precision of a tactical operation. itâs disgustingly sweet, full of things so cheesy he could probably use it as a weapon in a fight.Â
of course, he ends it with a selfieâhim lying on his bed, shirtless but casual, because he knows you eat up this couple-y nonsense. âcute,â you reply immediately, followed by a flurry of heart emojis that make him roll his eyes and grin at the same time. with that out of the way, itâs doom scrolling time.Â
but tonight isnât about your endless tags of raccoon memes or seal videos. no, tonight, sukuna is diving into the depths of promposal content.
his room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of his phone and the offensively pink hello kitty lamp on his bedside table. the contrast between the lamp and his deep gray walls is glaring, but heâs gotten used to it���he even mumbles a âthanks, kittyâ when he turns it off at night. sitting cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by a haphazard array of itemsâa half-empty protein shake, a stray dumbbell, and a random sock heâs too lazy to find the pair forâhe scrolls through tiktok like a man possessed.Â
promposals flood his feed, one after the other, and his frown deepens with every video. flowers, posters, confettiâitâs all the same. one boy after another holding a sparkly sign with some cheesy pickup line, and a group of random bystanders shrieking like itâs the second coming of christ. âyuck,â he mutters under his breath, barely noticing when he tosses his dumbbell off the bed with a loud thud! âthis is how people live? pathetic.â
then he sees it: a video of a guy holding a giant poster that reads, âare you a parking ticket? because youâve got âfineâ written all over you.â
sukunaâs jaw drops. âoh, hell no.â
without thinking, he types out a comment: âi can do better.â and when the notifications flood in from strangers defending the boyâs cringe-worthy effort, he actually guffaws, shaking his head in sadistic satisfaction. but then a thought strikes him. what if this is what you expect? what if you want the cheesy pickup line, the sparkly poster, the ridiculous crowd cheering you on? the idea makes him physically recoil, but he canât ignore the tiny voice in his head whispering, itâs for her.
and when he exits tiktok, his matching hello kitty profile picture with you stares back at him, painfully cute and obnoxiously pink. itâs a sharp contrast to the guy who spent ten minutes this morning threatening his neighborâs dog for barking too much.
groaning, he sets an alarm on his phone for tomorrow morning. âfive hours of sleep,â he mutters to himself, glaring at the clock like itâs personally offended him. with a dramatic sigh, he reaches over and switches off the hello kitty lamp. the room plunges into darkness, but his mind is already racing, plotting ways to outdo every cringe-worthy promposal heâs seen.
youâd better appreciate this, he thinks, punching his pillow into shape before flopping onto it. because if sukunaâs doing this, heâs going to do it better than anyone else.
â
the next day, sukuna wakes up with the vague hope that heâll somehow embody the effortlessly cool energy of those coming-of-age movie protagonists you seem to fawn over. the universe, however, has other plans. his âcool boyâ morning routine includes stubbing his toe on the corner of his bed, swearing loudly enough to make the neighborâs dog bark, and grabbing a shampoo bottle to wash his face before realizing, mid-lather, that something isnât right.
by the time heâs dressed in a ratty old lakers jersey his mom gave him ages ago (thatâs definitely seen better days), heâs already on edge. he triple-checks that the beaded bracelet you made him is securely on his wrist. one time, he forgot it in the abyss of his bag, and you didnât talk to him for all of lunch period. the memory alone makes him shudder. high school relationships are no joke; heâs convinced theyâre scarier than any fight heâs been in. âyuuji!â he bellows, dragging his seven-year-old brother by the scruff of his neck like a misbehaving cat. âweâre gonna miss the bus!â
âbut iâm watching powaaaaa rangerrrrsssss!â yuuji wails, kicking his legs in protest. for the fifth time. in a row.
âi donât care if theyâre morphinâ again for the hundredth time,â sukuna snaps, hauling the squirming kid out the door.
once on the school bus, sukuna practically shoves yuuji into the front seat with his group of loud, chaotic little friendsâtoge, the broody one, and nobara, the one whoâs probably already plotting world domination. âdonât cause trouble,â he growls, earning a cheeky grin from nobara and a half-hearted glare from toge. then, sukuna retreats to his rightful throne in the backseat. people probably think heâs texting some gang leader to set up a fight or maybe coordinating a weed deal. but no. you know what heâs actually doing?
writing you the sappiest good morning text imaginable.
with his phone held at a suspicious angle, he types furiously:
good mornin sunshine â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ sorry this is late. woke up thinking about you and totally forgot how to function lol. youâre probably already looking perfect but donât forget to eat breakfast okay???? canât have my girl passing out and making me look bad đ. also did i ever tell you your bedhead is cute? bc it is. anyway have a good day baby iâll see you in school soon. love you.
he stares at it, debating whether itâs too much. but then again, youâre the type who sends him texts like, âdid you know sharks existed before trees? good morning !! <3 :3â so he figures heâs safe. after hitting send, he leans back with a satisfied smirk, like heâs just conquered the world. if anyone dares to ask, heâll lie through his teeth about what heâs doing. but deep down, sukuna knows heâs whipped. totally and utterly.
â
sukunaâs morning ritual of chaos continues as he practically shoves yuuji toward the elementary school section, muttering curses under his breath while dodging questions about his bracelet.
âbut when can i get tattoos like yours?â yuuji asks, for the millionth time this week.
ânever,â sukuna snaps, ruffling yuujiâs hair just hard enough to mess it up.
âbut why nooottt?â yuuji whines, pouting. âtheyâre cool! toge said they make you look like a bad guy!â
âtell toge to mind his own damn business,â sukuna growls, ignoring the way yuujiâs tiny friends scatter at the mere sight of him. when one of the kids starts crying, he scoffs loudly. elementary schoolers are weak.
with yuuji safely deposited, sukuna sprintsâyes, sprintsâto the high school section, expertly weaving through crowds of students. if anyone asks, heâll say itâs because heâs late to class, but really, heâs looking for you.
when he spots you at your locker, a familiar warmth floods his chest, but he quickly shoves it down, replacing it with a carefully practiced scowl. if sukuna could have it his way, heâd profess his undying love for you in the most dramatic way possibleâon his knees, quoting some shakespeare nonsense about your ethereal beauty or whatever the old dead guy used to write about. but alas, his bad boy reputation is at stake.Â
so instead, he settles for a gruff, âyo,â as he leans against the locker next to yours, arms crossed, trying to look casual. you glance up, smiling brightly. âmorning! did you sleep okay?â
âyeah,â he lies, conveniently forgetting the part where he only got five hours of sleep because of tiktok research.
you go on, oblivious to the way heâs fighting the urge to smile like an idiot. âugghhh, i got up five minutes late today. five whole minutes!â you pause dramatically. âso i didnât have time to pack my stationery, and now i have to use my backup stationery pouch from my locker. do you know how annoying that is?â
âdevastating,â sukuna deadpans, nodding solemnly. âtruly, the world is cruel.â
âright?â you huff, pulling the pouch from your locker. âlike, what if the backup doesnât have my favorite pens? what am i supposed to do then?â
he watches you, amused, as you rummage through your locker like your life depends on it. secretly, he loves how animated you get over the smallest things, but god forbid anyone else find out. âwish i had backups,â he mutters, half to himself. âmy lockerâs just got junk. extra shoes, pants, a charger, and, uhâŚâ he pauses, eyeing you carefully. âa vape.â
you turn to him, raising an eyebrow. âa vape?â
âitâs not mine,â he says quickly, standing straighter. âholding it for a friend.â
âsure,â you tease, smirking. âitâs true!â he insists, trying to look indignant but failing because youâre smiling at him, and itâs making his brain short-circuit.
as you shut your locker, you start rambling about your next class, and sukuna does what he does bestâstands close, nods occasionally, and tries to act nonchalant. inside, though, heâs cataloging every word you say like itâs gospel, marveling at how even your complaints sound cute. he stuffs his hands in his pockets, pretending not to care, but the truth is written all over his face: sukuna is hopelessly, ridiculously in love. and itâs a problem he wouldnât trade for anything in the world.
as you and sukuna make your way down the hallway, everything seems normalâor as normal as a high school hallway can get. the fluorescent lights buzz overhead, lockers slam shut, and a cluster of juniors are trying to tape a "kick me" sign to someoneâs back. sukunaâs tuned most of it out, but thatâs when the universe decides to test his patience. smack dab in the middle of the hallway, it happens.
âoh my god!â you squeal, tugging on sukunaâs sleeve.
he already hates this.
in front of you both, a whole crowd has gathered. there are girls crying into their hands, boys hooting like itâs a football game, and teachers yelling about how this is a fire hazard, which no one is listening to. and at the epicenter of it all is none other than gojo satoru.
âsuguru!â gojo announces, holding up a bucket of kfc chicken in one hand and a bouquet of roses made entirely out of dollar bills in the other. âyouâre the butter to my biscuit, the drumstick to my chicken, and the love of my life! if you donât go to prom with me, iâll throw myself into oncoming traffic!â
âoh my god, heâs so dramatic,â you whisper to sukuna, but your voice is dripping with excitement. âthis is adorable!â sukuna blinks at the scene, trying to process whatâs happening. âadorable? this is a migraine waiting to happen.â
meanwhile, getoâpoor, unsuspecting getoâis standing there looking like heâs debating whether to run or laugh. âsatoru, what the hell?â he finally manages, his voice somewhere between exasperation and amusement.
âitâs love, suguru!â gojo declares, dropping to one knee for added effect. âsay yes, or iâll never recover!â
âthatâs definitely not true,â sukuna mutters under his breath.
âshh!â you scold, hitting his arm lightly. âthis is so cute!â
âitâs cringe,â sukuna grumbles. âheâs holding chicken.â
âthe chicken makes it better!â
âthe chicken makes it worse,â sukuna counters, crossing his arms. but he canât deny that the bouquet of dollar bills is kind of genius. if he had to respect one thing, itâs that. geto sighs loudly, clearly resigned to his fate.Â
âfine,â he says, shaking his head but unable to hide the small smile on his face. âiâll go to prom with you, satoru.â
the hallway erupts.
girls start crying harder, like their hearts have been ripped out of their chests. âgetoâs off the market!â one of them wails, collapsing into her friendâs arms. the boys cheer, probably just glad they donât have to be involved in anything like this. and gojo? gojo lets out a triumphant yell, pumping his fist in the air. âi told you he loves me!â their friend group immediately piles on, clapping geto on the back and hyping up gojo like he just won the lottery. you, meanwhile, are clutching sukunaâs arm and bouncing on your toes. âoh my god, that was so cute!â you gush. âdid you see the chicken? and the bouquet? sukuna, that was so sweet!â
sukuna looks at you, then at the chaos, then back at you. he feels a headache creeping in. âsweet? that was... loud.â
âyouâre impossible,â you say, laughing as you let go of his arm to keep walking.
but sukuna isnât laughing. oh no, because now thereâs a new problem: he has to top that. as he follows you down the hallway, he rubs his temples, muttering to himself. âchicken and dollar bills. great. whatâs next? fireworks? a live band? a damn parade?â
you glance back at him, raising an eyebrow. âwhat are you mumbling about?â
ânothing,â he snaps, quickening his pace to catch up.
but inside, heâs panicking. topping gojo satoruâs level of absurdity is a tall order, and sukuna isnât sure whether to be pissed off or impressed. probably both. one thingâs for sure, though: he has his work cut out for him.
sukuna finally wades through the chaos of the hallwayâlargely composed of gojo clinging to getoâs foot like a very loud termiteâand drops you off at your first class of the day: english language and literature. you sigh dramatically, digging through your bag and muttering about how your lack of highlighters is basically a crime against academia. âhow am i supposed to annotate macbeth without my stationary pouch?â
sukuna, leaning against your desk with all the casual confidence in the world, rolls his eyes. âitâs not that deep.â but then, in a move that makes you freeze, he pulls a neon highlighter out of his pocket and tosses it to you. âuse that,â he grunts, like he just handed you a scrap of paper, not an intimate act of love.Â
you blink at the highlighter, then at him, like he just gifted you the moon. âdid you justâwhere did you even get this?â
âdonât ask questions,â he snaps, already looking like he regrets the decision. (he definitely stole it from someoneâs pouch months ago.) but youâre staring at him with so much adoration itâs almost embarrassing.Â
âthis is... this is the most romantic thing youâve ever done for me.â
sukuna freezes. âyouâre joking.â
âiâm not joking.â
he looks like heâs questioning every life choice that brought him here, but before he can respond, his phone buzzes in his pocket. itâs a text from toji zenin. the message is cryptic and infuriatingly vague: âgrounds. now.â
sukuna sighs loudly, shoving his phone back in his pocket. âgotta go,â he mutters. he leans down and plants a quick kiss on your cheek before bolting out the door, and you both freeze for half a second, equally flustered. âuhâbye!â you call after him as he practically sprints out of the classroom, the beads on his bracelet jingling against his wrist.
by the time sukuna reaches the school grounds, heâs already mentally prepared for a fight. heâs even got his tough guy face onâjaw clenched, shoulders squared, the works.
but when he spots toji zenin and shiu kong standing by the bleachers, something feels off. toji isnât cracking his knuckles or smirking like usual. instead, heâs pacing, running a hand through his hair like heâs stressed.Â
sukuna narrows his eyes. âwhat the hell is this? if this is another one of your stupid pranks, iâm decking you both.â
ârelax,â toji says, holding up his hands. âiâm not here to fight.â
âyet,â shiu mutters, earning a glare from toji. sukuna crosses his arms. âthen what do you want?â
toji looks around, as if checking to make sure no one else is listening. then, in a voice so low sukuna almost doesnât hear it, he says, âi need your help.â
sukuna blinks. âwhat?â
âyou heard me.â
âno, i definitely didnât. because it sounded like you said you need my help.â
âi did.â toji looks like admitting it physically hurts him. âlook, itâs about fushiguro.â
sukuna raises an eyebrow. âwho?â
âyou know, my... my...â he gestures vaguely. âcrush.â
sukuna stares at him. âyou dragged me out here to talk about your love life?â
toji groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. âlisten, itâs not that simple. i need your help to... to bully her.â
â...what?â
âbully her,â toji repeats, like itâs the most logical thing in the world. âyou know, make her life miserable so i can swoop in and save the day. itâs foolproof!â sukuna stares at him for a long moment, trying to process the sheer idiocy of what he just heard.Â
âyou want me to bully your crush so you can play knight in shining armor?â
âexactly.â
âyouâre an idiot.â
âcâmon, sukuna,â toji pleads. âyouâre good at the whole intimidation thing! you donât even have to go hard, justââ
âno.â
âbutââ
âno.â
shiu snickers from the sidelines. âtold you he wouldnât do it.â toji glares at him, then turns back to sukuna. âfine. then give me advice or something! how am i supposed to ask her to prom?â
âi donât know, maybe try not bullying her?â
âwow, thanks for the groundbreaking advice,â toji says, deadpan. sukuna rolls his eyes. âlook, justâgive her something she likes. flowers, chocolates, whatever. donât overthink it.â
âflowers? chocolates? what is this, a rom-com?â toji scoffs.
âthen figure it out yourself,â sukuna snaps, already turning to leave. âiâve got better things to do.â
âlike what?â
ânone of your business.â sukuna snaps, already regretting every second of this interaction.
this is the point where toji is wailing, absolutely wailing, and itâs honestly one of the worst things sukunaâs had to witness, and he once saw yuuji eat spaghetti with his hands.Â
âyou donât get it, sukuna!â toji cries, pacing back and forth. âif i donât get fushiguroâmamaguro, the love of my lifeâiâll look like a fool for calling myself toji fushiguro all year! do you know how many people think weâre already married? do you understand the pressure?â
âno,â sukuna deadpans, crossing his arms. âbecause iâm not insane.â
âthis is a matter of marriage or death,â toji insists, dramatic as ever. âmarriage! or! death!â
shiu, leaning against the bleachers, snickers. âitâs more like marriage or public humiliation, but yeah, sure, toji. go off.â
âshut up, shiu!â toji snaps. then, in the most embarrassing move yet, he turns back to sukuna, clutching his arm like heâs begging a god for salvation. âplease, sukuna. please. iâll do anything!â
sukuna yanks his arm back with a grimace. âdonât touch me.â
âiâll pay you,â toji adds, desperate now. âhow much do you want?â shiu, ever the opportunist, pulls out a wad of cash from his jacket. âiâll double whatever youâre thinking.â
sukuna glares at him, then at the money, then back at toji, whoâs practically vibrating with nerves. the sheer audacity of these people.
âwhat do you two think i am?â sukuna growls, stepping closer. âsomeone you can just buy?â
toji and shiu exchange a look.
âyes,â they say in unison.
âyouâre not wrong,â sukuna mutters, snatching the cash out of shiuâs hand.
and thatâs how sukuna finds himself storming into the art room, where fushiguroâlovingly dubbed mamaguro by the school fraternity, who is also the unknowing subject of tojiâs unhinged obsessionâis peacefully painting a landscape.Â
âyo,â sukuna calls, making sure his voice sounds just gruff enough to make an impression. mamaguro looks up, confused but polite as ever. âoh, sukuna. what brings you here?â
âuhâŚâ sukuna falters for half a second. then, remembering the script toji forced on him, he clears his throat. âyour art sucks.â
mamaguro blinks at him. âexcuse me?â
âyou heard me,â sukuna says, louder this time. âthese clouds? they look likeâlike⌠mashed potatoes!â
âmashed potatoes?â she repeats, her tone teetering between disbelief and amusement.
âyeah! and thisâthis tree? itâsâitâs⌠ugly!â
heâs running out of insults fast, but thankfully, he doesnât have to keep going because, right on cue, toji bursts into the room like a man possessed.
âstop right there, sukuna!â toji yells, pointing dramatically.
sukuna rolls his eyes so hard he nearly pulls something.
âhow dare you insult her art?â toji continues, marching forward. âyou know nothing of the beauty and grace she pours into every stroke of her brush! apologize to her, right now!â
sukuna glances at mamaguro, whoâs now staring at toji like heâs grown a second head.
âumâŚâ she starts, clearly confused.
âand not only that,â toji adds, dropping to one knee, âi, toji fushigâ i mean, zenin, would be honored if you would accompany me to prom!â
the silence that follows is deafening.
ââŚwhat?â mamaguro says, her voice a mix of shock and secondhand embarrassment.
âsay yes, please,â toji begs, still on his knee.
sukuna takes this as his cue to leave before his brain cells start dying en masse. as he walks out, he hears a mixture of tojiâs frantic pleading, mamaguroâs incredulous laughter, and shiuâs obnoxious whooping from the hallway. âcringe,â sukuna mutters to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets. on the way out, he snatches the rest of the wad of cash from shiuâs hand. the guy doesnât even protest; heâs too busy recording the whole disaster on his phone.
normally, sukuna would use this cash for something like a new vape or a pack of cigarettes. but now? now heâs a man with a mission. heâs going to use this money for your promposal.
assuming he can think of something. preferably something that doesnât involve dollar bill bouquets or public humiliation.
as sukuna storms off the art room steps, heâs already thinking of how he could possibly top the circus act he just witnessed. whatever he comes up with has to be cool, low-key, andâmost importantlyânot the type of thing that makes people point and say, "look at ryomen sukuna doing that." because if thereâs one thing sukuna wonât tolerate, itâs losing to toji zenin in a battle of charm.
he stuffs the cash into his pocket, muttering to himself, âthis better be worth it.â and by "this," he means putting up with high school drama, helping idiots like toji, and figuring out the best way to ask you to prom without looking like a total sap.
little does he know, shiu is already uploading the footage of tojiâs âpromposalâ disaster onto his burner account with the caption: âzenin family downfall: live footage.âÂ
and in the back of his mind, sukuna knows one thing for sureâhe needs to act fast. whatever he does has to blow everyone away, especially you.
â
sukuna leans against the wall outside the school gates, trying to look as nonchalant as humanly possible despite the fact that his brain is doing cartwheels. his dayâs been an absolute dumpster fireâbetween tojiâs soap opera, shiuâs cryptic smirks, and some freshman mistaking him for a guidance counselor (how? how does that even happen?), heâs just about had it. and then, like the climax of one of those rom-coms you force him to watch, you step out of the school building. sukuna swears he hears a choir of angels, some harp strings, and maybe even sees a glowing halo over your head.
but of course, heâs ryomen sukuna, and heâs supposed to be the "bad boy." so instead of saying something poetic like, âyouâre the light of my life,â he settles on:
âwhat the hell took you so long?â
your indignant pout hits him like a sucker punch, and he immediately regrets his choice of words. âexcuse me, mister,â you huff, hands on your hips. âi was finishing my community service hours.â
âcommunity service?â sukuna raises a brow. âwhatâd you do this time? steal a library book? jaywalk?â
you roll your eyes. ânot everyoneâs a delinquent like you, âkuna. i was helping clean up the school garden.â
âright. of course you were.â sukuna mutters, trying to ignore the sharp contrast between the two of you. while youâre out here being a model student with a rĂŠsumĂŠ the size of a textbook, sukunaâs rĂŠsumĂŠ might as well just say âcan punch really hard.â
you donât notice his inner turmoil as you launch into your usual spiel about your packed schedule. âso after that, i had drama club practice, then iâm helping with the fundraiser for the library, and then i have toââ
sukuna zones out for a second, overwhelmed by the sheer productivity radiating off of you. jesus, sheâs a walking linkedin profile, he thinks, mentally comparing your extracurriculars to hisâŚwell, lack thereof. unless fistfights, bad decisions, and looking hot in leather count as extracurriculars.
ââand next week iâm presenting at the school board meeting!â you finish, beaming.
âyou know, some of us donât have time to kiss ass,â sukuna mutters under his breath, though thereâs no malice in it.
âwhat was that?â
ânothing,â he says quickly, reaching out to grab your hand before he can think too much about it. he gives it a small squeeze, hoping itâll shut up the voice in his head thatâs been nagging him all day. you glance down at your intertwined hands, your expression softening. âyou okay?â
âyeah, fine,â sukuna lies, looking away so you donât catch the slight pink tint creeping up his ears. you let it slide, leaning closer as you walk beside him. âyou know, you donât have to wait for me every day.â
âand let some idiot try to ask you out while iâm not around? yeah, right.â
you laugh, and sukuna feels his chest loosen a little.
âyouâre silly,â you say, swinging his hand a little as you walk.
âand youâre too good for me,â sukuna blurts out before he can stop himself.Â
you stop in your tracks, blinking up at him. âwhat?â
âuhânothing,â he says quickly, his brain screaming at him to shut up. but you donât let it go. you tighten your grip on his hand and give him a look so sincere it nearly floors him. âsukuna, i like you for you, okay? not for some rĂŠsumĂŠ or checklist or whatever youâre overthinking right now.â
âwho says iâm overthinking?â
âyour face.â
sukuna scoffs, trying to mask the relief that washes over him. âyeah, well. youâre lucky i like you too.â
you grin, leaning up to kiss his cheek, and sukuna swears he hears those angel singing again. maybe you really are untouchable, he thinks. but then again, youâre holding his hand, choosing him out of everyone else. and maybe thatâs what true love isâmessy, imperfect, and way too good to be true.
â
sukuna stumbles into his room after the long, exhausting day. his feet drag on the floor as he sheds his jacket, but leaves his shoes onâhe's too tired to even care about a single thing right now. his bed looks like a warzone, clothes scattered across the floor in what can only be described as a "iâm a badass" fashion, but anyone whoâs seen it knows itâs just laziness masked as chaos.
one of his dumbass bandanas is hanging off the lamp, and his hello kitty nightlight still glows faintly by his desk, casting a strange aura around the room. a vape lies carelessly tossed beside his pillow, some loose change, and a stack of junk food wrappers. heâd never admit it, but thereâs a half-open box of chocolate chip cookies on his nightstand because, surprise surprise, he bought it for you earlier but kept it for himself when you werenât looking.
ryomen sukuna, ladies and gentlemen.
plopping down onto his bed, he lazily scrolls through his phone before flopping down, leaving the screen bright enough to nearly fry his eyes. as if the day wasnât already overwhelming enough, now heâs doing something even dumber. he opens discord.Â
and without thinking twice, sends a message to uraume, the e-friend heâs been talking to for months, mostly while theyâve been playing apex legends. he had no clue how this strange friendship even started, but honestly? uraume was sarcastic, annoying in a way that made him laugh, and didnât take his âbad boyâ persona too seriously.Â
he leans back, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, holding the vape in his mouth while scrolling mindlessly through tiktok videos, making mental notes about the stuff you likedâstuff like cheesy couple memes, random boyfriend-girlfriend skits, and, of course, the tiktok videos of couples doing those âpromposals.â sighing dramatically, he sends the message to uraume.
kingofcursezz: yo kingofcursezz: how the hell do you ask someone to prom without making it cringey kingofcursezz: help me out bro kingofcursezz: i'm trying to avoid looking like an idiot
he exhales a puff of smoke, irritated with himself for even reaching out to uraume about this. this is beneath him. but the thought of youâand how youâre so sweet, how you deserve the bestâŚ.
yeah... he canât screw this up. not now, not after all the effort.
his phone pings with a reply, and sukuna, having put it off for a second, glances down at the screen:
starume666: LOL starume666: are you seriously asking me this?
kingofcursezz: if you donât help istg iâll show up with a bucket of chicken and a bouquet of dollar bills. thatâs my backup plan so you better give me something good.
he pauses to let out a tired, humorless laugh as he wipes his face. god, heâs not gonna survive this.
starume666: lmaooooo starume666: dude youâre way too hard on yourself starume666: just do smth simple but meaningful starume666: whatâs the thing you know will make her smile?
kingofcursezz: uhhhhhhh kingofcursezz: how about not being a weirdo who doesnât know what the fuck a promposal is? kingofcursezz: iâll be the guy in the background who just buys her flowers and does the bare minimum like some jock thatâs been forced into this tradition đđđđ
starume666: yeah but youâre not a jock bro starume666: youâre a bad boy đš so act like it starume666: maybe do something unexpected n go off-script.
kingofcursezz: i mean ig sheâll like it if i show up in a full suit kingofcursezz: but i donât have a tux so kingofcursezz: đ
starume666: i swear if you donât do this right iâm flying to your school and putting a bucket of kfc on your doorstep starume666: figure out what she likes and then do that. just be honest dude.
kingofcursezz: okok fine kingofcursezz: iâll show up and do smth kingofcursezz: if you could stop texting me like my mom, thatâd be great.
starume666: [reacted đš to your message]
sukuna rolls his eyes as the conversation ends, staring at his phone for a long while. he canât help but think about you and the fact that he might actually care enough to make this promposal thing work. he shakes his head and grins at the absurdity of it all. for you, though? heâll do anything. even if it means figuring out how to pull off the worldâs least embarrassing promposal.
with that, he flicks his vape one last time, sits up, and starts brainstormingâmaybe a simple bouquet? or, waitâdoes she even like roses? the inner turmoil continues, but one thing's for sure: heâs committed to this, for you.

chapter three: flowers are expensive, but regret is worse
sukunaâs day is just one monotonous loop of chaos, like some cruelly predictable high school sitcom. the cycle starts as usual: he drags yuuji, still wailing about his half-finished power rangers episode, onto the bus. the kid still begs for face tattoos, and sukuna swears heâs about to lose his mind if yuuji brings it up again. after that, he waits for you by the school gates like some lovesick loser whoâs too proud to admit it, walks you to class, and then spends the rest of his day dodging every cheesy, cringe-worthy promposal happening at every corner.
but today? today, heâs got a mission. because apparently, the hellscape of high school doesnât just end at promposals. no, the school administration has to rub salt in the wound by charging $20 per ticket for prom.Â
$20. per person.
âare they funding a space program or what?â sukuna mutters under his breath as he trudges toward the admin desk, a wad of cash in hand. the admin, of course, isnât at the desk. instead, gojo satoru is standing there, grinning ear to ear, holding a stack of offensively pink prom tickets. sukuna stops dead in his tracks.
âyouâve gotta be kidding me,â sukuna grumbles, glaring at gojo. âgood morning to you too, sunshine!â gojo chirps, twirling the tickets between his fingers like heâs actually enjoying this. âwhat are you doing here?â sukuna asks, shoving the cash across the desk with zero ceremony.
âvolunteering,â gojo says, batting his lashes as if heâs some kind of saint. âcommunity service, you know? unlike you, iâm giving back to the school.â
âyou mean they forced you here after you nearly set the chem lab on fire last month,â sukuna deadpans. gojo gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. âhow dare you? those were experiments! iâm a man of science, sukuna.â
âyouâre a man of stupidity,â sukuna snaps, snatching the two tickets from gojoâs hand before he can start twirling them again. the pink nearly burns his eyes.
âaw, come on, donât be like that,â gojo says, leaning over the desk like some smug cat. âyou excited for prom? oh wait, let me guess. youâre one of those guys whoâs too cool for prom, huh? youâre just going for your girlfriendâs sake, arenât you? how adorable.âÂ
sukuna grits his teeth, refusing to give gojo the satisfaction of a response. instead, he grabs the clipboard to sign his name and yours, hastily scrawling the details. âoh, and while youâre at it,â gojo continues, leaning further into sukunaâs personal space, âyou should totally sign up for prom king. i mean, look at you. tattoos, brooding face, bad-boy aura. the people would eat it up.â
sukuna freezes, pen hovering over the clipboard. âprom king? really?â
âabsolutely!â gojo beams. âand hey, if you win, youâll get to dance with your queen on stage in front of the whole school. talk about a moment, right?â sukuna scoffs but signs his name anyway. not because of gojo, of course. but because thereâs no way in hell heâs letting some random idiot stand next to you on stage as prom king.Â
gojo squints at the clipboard, noticing sukunaâs addition. âwait, youâre actually signing up? no way! oh my god, this is going to be epic. i can already see the headlines: âbad boy turned prom kingâhow sukuna stole the crown.ââ
âshut up, gojo,â sukuna growls, shoving the clipboard back across the desk. âyou got it, your majesty,â gojo smirks, giving a mock bow.
sukuna storms off, tickets in hand, muttering to himself about how much he hates this school. but deep down, heâs already imagining you as prom queen, standing beside him, both of you looking annoyingly perfect.
sukunaâs first instinct when he spots you walking toward him is to shove the glaringly pink prom tickets into his mouth and chew. problem solved. except, knowing his luck, youâd catch him mid-act, choke on the damn thing, and die right there in the middle of the hallway like some bad joke.Â
so, instead, he opts for plan b: stuffing the tickets into his shirt. brilliant. considering youâre shorter than him and canât reach his chest, itâs practically foolproof. he adjusts the tickets awkwardly under his jersey, patting them down like some suspicious drug mule as you get closer. totally suave. totally inconspicuous.Â
âhey!â you chirp, completely oblivious to his internal crisis.âyo,â he grunts back, hands jammed into his pockets like theyâve been superglued there.Â
you squint at him. â...you okay? youâre standing like youâre hiding a bomb or something.â
ânah, iâm good,â sukuna says quickly, shifting his weight like he suddenly forgot âhow to human.â
you tilt your head, but thankfully donât push it. instead, you start talking about your dayâsomething about a community service meeting and a teacher who forgot their own syllabusâand sukuna does his best to nod and grunt in all the right places. but his mind? itâs running a marathon.
how the hell is he supposed to propose?
the obvious answer is to just...hand you the tickets. easy, straightforward, zero theatrics. youâd say yes, because of course you wouldâitâs not like youâve been subtle about dropping hints that you wanted him to ask you. but then he remembers the look on your face every time you watch one of those elaborate promposal videos on tiktok. the way your eyes light up, how you gush about the effort people put in, how cute it is.
and thatâs when it hits him like a brick to the face: this isnât about proving a point to the rest of the school, or even about outdoing gojoâs obnoxious stunt with geto. itâs about you. about making you smile, giving you a moment youâd remember fondly for years. heâs gotta do it right. for you.
but how?
his brain is a war zone of terrible ideas:
buy a giant teddy bear and make it hold the tickets? nah, too cutesy.
write a message in the sky? too broke.
pretend to lose the tickets and âfindâ them in front of you? too stupid.
he realizes, with a sinking feeling, that this is why heâs been spiraling. because this whole relationship thing? itâs uncharted territory for him. youâre his first relationship, his first everything, and the last thing he wants to do is screw it up.
goddamn it.
youâre still talking when he zones back in, noticing the way youâre looking up at him expectantly. â...so? what do you think?â
âuh,â he says, blinking. âyeah. sounds good.â
âsukuna, i just asked if i should shave my head for charity,â you deadpan.
he stares at you, caught red-handed. â...no?â
you roll your eyes, but youâre smiling, and he feels something in his chest unclench. for now, at least. heâs got until the end of the week to figure this out. totally doable. right?
wrong.
sukuna slumps onto the gym floor after basketball practice, sweat dripping off him like heâs just crawled out of a swamp. he grabs a water bottle, downs half of it, and tosses it aside like heâs starring in a gatorade commercial, all while muttering to himself, âthis is a nightmare. iâm surrounded by idiots.â
âwhatâs the crisis this time, king sukuna?â naoya zenin drawls, leaning against the wall and doing absolutely nothing productive. the guy wouldnât even break a sweat if his life depended on it, yet somehow heâs always the loudest voice in the room. ânone of your business, zenin,â sukuna snaps, trying to ignore the fact that he even brought this up.
âaw, come on,â naoya smirks. âlet me guess. girlfriend troubles? did she finally realize youâre all bark and no bite?â
sukuna shoots him a glare that could probably set someone on fire. âiâm trying to plan a prom-posal, dumbass.â
âoh, thatâs why you look constipated,â toji pipes up from where heâs sprawled on the bleachers, looking like heâs auditioning for a mattress commercial. âneed me to step in? i can bully her a little for you. worked like a charm with my mamaguro.â
âtoji, shut the hell up before i make you swallow that smug look,â sukuna growls, though toji just chuckles, completely unfazed. âdonât listen to him,â nanami says, peeling off his sweatbands like heâs had it with everyoneâs nonsense. âif you want a genuine suggestion, vogue says simplicity is key. a heartfelt speech, some flowersââ
âyouâre reading vogue now?â geto interjects, raising an eyebrow.
âit was for a research paper,â nanami replies, deadpan. âand no, i will not elaborate.â
âyouâre all useless,â sukuna groans, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. he turns to geto, the only one who hasnât actively annoyed him yet. âwhat about you? youâre practically married to gojo at this point. what worked for you?â geto groans like heâs been asked to relive a traumatic experience.Â
âplease, donât remind me. the guy brought kfc and roses made of dollar bills. do you know how many times iâve had to explain to people that i didnât say yes because of the chicken?â
âbut you still said yes,â toji points out, grinning like the devil himself.
âbecause he threatened to throw himself into traffic if i didnât!â geto snaps, throwing his towel at tojiâs face. âwhat was i supposed to do, let him die in front of the school?â
âyes,â sukuna mutters under his breath, earning a snort from nanami.
âlook, youâve got this,â nanami says, attempting to be the voice of reason. âjust think about what sheâd like. something meaningful. and maybe, just maybe, donât get advice from this crowd.â
âi hate all of you,â sukuna announces, standing up and grabbing his bag. âbut especially you, toji. never speak to me again.â
âlove you too, bro,â toji calls out as sukuna stomps out of the gym, muttering curses under his breath. heâs no closer to a plan, but at least heâs 100% sure of one thingâheâs never asking these idiots for help again.
â
sukuna drags himself into the house, tossing his bag onto the floor like itâs personally offended him. the sound echoes through the living room, but yuuji doesnât even flinch. the kidâs sprawled out on the couch, a juice box in one hand and the tv remote in the other, utterly engrossed in mean girls. âthe hell are you watching?â sukuna asks, toeing off his shoes.
âmean girls,â yuuji replies, eyes glued to the screen. âitâs âbout some mean girls, duh.â
âyouâre seven, yuuji. why are you watching a movie about high school drama?â
ââcause i gotta get ready for high school. duh again.â
sukuna rolls his eyes but stops when he catches the prom scene on the screen. his brows furrow as he watches. could this help? nope. just people dancing and some heartfelt speech about how everyoneâs a queen or whatever. useless. he groans and flops onto the armchair, rubbing his temples. out of pure desperationâand because his brainâs running on fumesâhe asks, âhey, yuuji, how would you ask someone to prom?â
yuuji pauses the movie and turns to him with the seriousness of a kid about to give the most groundbreaking advice in the universe. âeasy! dress like their favorite power ranger.â
âwhat.â
âand then you go, âwill you go to prom with me? hiya!ââ yuuji does a karate chop for emphasis, nearly spilling his juice. âand if they say no⌠boom! mass destruckshin.â
âmass what?â
âmass destruckshin!â yuuji repeats, puffing his chest like heâs just dropped the most foolproof plan of the century. âyou gotta show them you mean business!â sukuna stares at his brother, wondering if itâs possible to feel both amused and like his life is spiraling out of control at the same time.Â
âyeah, no. thanks for nothing, yuuji.â
âyouâre welcome!â yuuji chirps, unpausing the movie. âdonât forget to do the hiya part!â
sukuna groans and leans back in the chair. heâs not about to karate chop his way into a promposal. thatâs a one-way ticket to you dumping him on the spot. his mom wouldâve been a better bet, but sheâs probably halfway through her night shift by nowâand even if she were here, sheâd skip prom entirely and go straight to planning your wedding. he shudders at the thought. not because he doesnât like the idea of marrying youâhell, the thought of you in a white dress has his brain short-circuitingâbut because his mom would absolutely order a three-tier cake before youâd even said yes to a prom date. âget a grip, sukuna,â he mutters to himself, shaking his head. prom first, wedding later. priorities.Â
yuuji, oblivious to his brotherâs existential crisis, pipes up again. âhey, âkuna, if she says no, can i have your power ranger costume?â
âiâm not wearing a damn power ranger costume!â sukuna snaps, chucking a throw pillow at yuuji, who ducks with a laugh.
âokay, okay! fiinnnneee. but if you mess up, can i have your juice money?â sukuna glares at him. âshut up, yuuji.â
âlove you too!â yuuji sing-songs, turning back to mean girls like nothing happened. and sukuna? heâs mentally preparing himself for what feels like the most important mission of his entire high school life.
â
sukuna woke up with the enthusiasm of a cat being dragged to a bath. it was the weekendânot the artist, fortunately, but the actual dayâand the irony of hearing the weeknd's "reminder" on loop in his brain from all those tiktok promposals wasnât lost on him. tiktok really had a way of making everything worse, didnât it? he groaned, rubbing his face as he sat up in bed, his hair a complete mess and his shirt wrinkled from falling asleep in it.
âalright, flowers,â he muttered, standing and grabbing a hoodie off the floor. it was one of those old, oversized ones with some random logo heâd stolen from his cousin choso. paired with his basketball shorts and beat-up sneakers, sukuna looked like he was ready to run errands or rob a gas stationâeither worked.
the neighborhood was its usual weekend selfâkids playing, dogs barking, and aunties gossiping by gates like it was their full-time job. sukuna stuck out like a sore thumb as he wandered from florist to florist, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, trying not to look like he was about to hold the place up.
his first stop was a quaint little flower shop with pastel walls and a ridiculously cheery name: bloom haven. sukuna stepped inside, immediately overwhelmed by the overpowering scent of roses and lilies. âgood morning!â the florist, a middle-aged woman with a bright smile and an apron covered in flower prints, greeted him. âhow can i help you today?â
âuhhh⌠bouquet?â sukuna said, voice low like he was ashamed to be seen in public buying flowers.
âwonderful! whoâs the lucky someone?â she asked, practically sparkling with excitement. âjust⌠someone,â he grumbled, glancing at a bucket of roses. âhow much for these?â
âoh, roses are $5 per stem!â she chirped.
sukunaâs brain screeched to a halt. âfive bucks? for one flower?â
âtheyâre premium quality!â she said, as if that justified daylight robbery.
âyeah, premium my ass,â he muttered under his breath, leaving the shop before she could try to sell him anything else.
the next place wasnât much better. a hipster-owned flower truck parked near a cafe, blasting indie music and decorated with fairy lights. the owner had a man bun and greeted him with, âpeace and petals, brother.â
sukuna hated him immediately.
âyou got bouquets?â sukuna asked flatly.
âabsolutely, bro. we handcraft our arrangements using sustainably sourcedââ
âhow much?â sukuna interrupted.
âoh, a bouquet starts at $45,â the guy said, like that wasnât insane.
âforty-five?â sukunaâs voice cracked. âfor flowers?â
âyeah, but they come with vibes,â man bun said, gesturing to the arrangements like they were ancient artifacts. sukuna turned on his heel and walked away, muttering, âiâll give you vibes, idiot.â
by the time heâd hit his fourth florist, his mood was sourer than expired milk. flowers were so stupidly expensive. why did people even like them? they just died after a week. he considered the idea of pulling a tree out of the groundâfree, big, dramatic. totally memorable. but then he imagined you looking at him like heâd lost his mind and immediately scrapped the plan.
âwhat are you even doing, sukuna?â he mumbled to himself, stopping on a street corner to rub his temples. the hoodie wasnât doing much to hide him from people who were now giving him concerned looks as he stood there, muttering like a lunatic. eventually, he caved and called the only person who might understand his suffering: geto.
âyo,â geto answered, his voice muffled. âwhatâs up?â
âhow the hell do people afford flowers?â sukuna barked into the phone.
âuh, normal people have jobs?â geto replied.
âi have a job,â sukuna snapped. âitâs called surviving high school and taking care of yuuji. do you know how much that little monster eats?â
âokay, calm down,â geto said, laughing. âwhy are you even buying flowers? is this for her?â
âobviously,â sukuna muttered, lowering his voice like the trees might overhear. âjust go to the supermarket,â geto said. âgrab some from there. theyâre cheaper.â
âsupermarket flowers?â sukuna sneered.
âtheyâre not bad,â geto said. âitâs the thought that counts, right? plus, youâre gonna make up for it with the rest of the promposal, right?â
â...yeah,â sukuna lied, glancing at his empty hands and feeling like the worldâs biggest idiot. âgood luck,â geto said, clearly trying not to laugh.
âshut up,â sukuna muttered, hanging up and sighing. supermarket it was, then. hopefully, you wouldnât mind flowers that came with a discount sticker.
on his way to the supermarket, sukuna didnât plan to get distracted. but there it wasâa tuxedo shop with mannequins that practically mocked him, standing tall in their fitted suits. he told himself heâd just peek. just a look. but somehow, sukuna was inside, staring at a rack of tuxedos, his hoodie feeling embarrassingly out of place in the crisp, polished environment. he ran a hand through his hair, eyes landing on a sleek black tuxedo with satin lapels. it was classic, clean, and exactly the kind of thing youâd probably love seeing him in. just try it on. whatâs the worst that could happen?
five minutes later, sukuna was glaring at his reflection in the mirror, fumbling with a tie that refused to cooperate. âstupid, overcomplicatedââ he grunted, yanking at it so hard he nearly choked himself.
âyouâre gonna kill yourself before prom, kid.â
sukuna turned to see a short, older man with a grumpy face and an air of authority that reminded him of a drill sergeant. the manâwasuke, according to his name tagâwalked over and snatched the tie out of sukunaâs hands.
âstand still,â wasuke barked.
âiâm not a kid,â sukuna muttered, but he stood still anyway, letting wasuke adjust the tie with the precision of a man who had probably done this a thousand times. âyouâre fidgety. just like i was before my prom,â wasuke said, his gruff tone softening slightly. âyou nervous about asking someone?â
â...something like that,â sukuna admitted. wasuke grunted, finishing the tie and stepping back. âi was nervous too. didnât think sheâd say yes. but she did.â
âyeah? howâd you ask her?â sukuna asked, genuinely curious despite himself.
âshowed up at her house with a dozen carnations, a guitar, and no plan,â wasuke said, chuckling. âplayed the worst version of wonderwall youâve ever heard. still donât know why she said yes, but she did. forty years later, sheâs still here.â
sukuna blinked, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity. for a moment, he imagined himself and you forty years from now. he hated how much he liked the thought. âcool story, old man,â sukuna said, brushing it off.
âyouâll figure it out,â wasuke said, patting him on the shoulder. âjust donât overthink it. and maybe donât strangle yourself with the tie.â
with that, wasuke waddled off, leaving sukuna to face the mirror again. the tux fit perfectly, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering at the waist. the black-on-black look was sharp, especially with the skinny tie wasuke had wrestled into place. he looked...good.
too good, apparently, because he did the dumbest thing imaginable: he pulled out his phone and snapped a mirror selfie. âwhat am i even doing?â he muttered, staring at the photo. it was too late to stop himself, thoughâhis thumb hit send before his brain could catch up.
the text went to you.
you.
âshit,â sukuna hissed, panic gripping him as he watched the message deliver. seconds later, your name flashed on his screen. video call. âhey!â your voice came through immediately, bright and excited. âare you trying on a tux? lemme see!â sukuna groaned, holding the phone at armâs length so you could see the tux. âdonât freak out,â he muttered.
âoh my god, you look so good!â you squealed, and sukuna swore he felt his soul leave his body. âis this for prom? are you finally gonna ask me?âÂ
his heart slammed against his ribs. âuh, no,â he said quickly. too quickly.Â
and then, like the coward he was, he hit end call.
he stared at his reflection, his ears burning. âgod damn it,â he muttered, yanking the tie loose. wasukeâs voice echoed in his head: youâll figure it out. âyeah, right,â sukuna muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket and heading for the fitting room. he wasnât sure what was worseâyour reaction, or his. probably his. definitely his.
â
a hello kitty phone charm dangled from your phone, clinking softly every time you tossed it onto the bed after furiously texting sukuna. you giggled like a maniac, clutching your phone with both hands as his unread replies piled up.
you: omg youâre SO HANDSOME, why didnât you tell me sooner???!!! you: canât believe you look THAT good, excuse me while i pass away you: also if youâre dressing like that for prom, consider me yours all over again </33
your fingers flew across the keyboard, unable to stop yourself. there was just something about seeing him all polished up that had you swooning, even if he couldnât see your reaction. sukuna being flustered? rare. sukuna being flustered and looking that fine? a national treasure.
your room was the perfect mix of chaos and comfort, a little shrine to your personality. fairy lights twinkled around the edges of your room, casting a soft glow over the colorful mess that was your bedâa heap of throw pillows and the softest blanket you refused to part with since middle school. your laptop sat open in front of you, the screen glowing with pinterest boards full of prom dress inspo: sleek satin silhouettes, dreamy tulle gowns, and even some edgy alternatives, because why not keep your options open? stickers covered your laptopâs lidâmostly cute animals, a few doodles of your favorite characters, and a sneaky, ironic skull-and-rose design that reminded you of sukuna.
your room smelled faintly of vanilla candles, the remnants of last nightâs study session still lingering in the air. posters of your favorite bands and a few anime characters covered the walls, some slightly crooked but perfectly placed in your eyes. your vanity table overflowed with skincare, hair clips, and makeup products, while a laundry basket overflowed in the cornerâa battle youâd deal with later.
you rolled onto your back, phone still clutched in your hand as you refreshed sukunaâs chat. no reply yet. that was fine. you grinned, imagining him struggling to come up with something cool to say.
you: donât tell me youâre too busy being HOT to reply now đââď¸đš you: also hi ily bye đ¤
closing your chat for a moment, you leaned back against your pillows and stared at your laptop screen. prom dress inspo was serious business, and as much as you wanted to keep teasing sukuna, you couldnât ignore the excitement bubbling in your chest. prom was coming, and with a boyfriend like sukuna, it was going to be perfectâeven if he was probably sweating bullets over the whole promposal thing. let him sweat a little longer, you thought with a giggle, clicking on yet another gown that made your heart skip a beat.

chapter four: gossip girls and a guy who canât communicate
the bathroom was dimly lit, the flickering bulb above one of the stalls doing nothing to make you feel any better. you hadnât even been planning on overhearing the conversation when you snuck into the last stall, phone in hand, planning to scroll mindlessly through pinterest to distract yourself during the break. but then their voices carried in, sharp and intentional, like knives aimed straight for your heart.
"i mean, can you believe she hasnât been asked yet?" yorozuâs saccharine tone dripped with malice, her voice echoing off the tiled walls. "like, itâs kind of embarrassing at this point. youâd think someone as clingy as her wouldâve forced sukuna to do it by now."Â
mei mei let out a low laugh, the kind that made your stomach twist. "maybe heâs just not into her like that. i mean, bad boys donât exactly do promposals, do they? unless itâs for someone worth the effort."
"exactly," yorozu snickered. "like, if he really cared, sheâd have already been bragging about it all over instagram. but nope. maybe heâs keeping his options open? canât blame him." their laughter cut through the air, and you pressed your hand over your mouth, trying to steady your breathing. your chest felt tight, and for a moment, you thought you might actually cry. not here. not in front of them. not where they could hear.
from the sinks, shoko ieiriâs voice came sharp and cutting, a stark contrast to her usual laid-back drawl. "god, can you two shut up? itâs break, not your audition for mean girls 2."
"whatâs your problem, ieiri?" yorozu snapped, but there was an edge to her voiceâshoko wasnât someone to mess with lightly.Â
"my problem is your ugly-ass voices ruining my smoke break," shoko replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke with practiced indifference. "if sukuna hasnât asked her yet, itâs probably because heâs not a performative little attention whore like, oh, i donât know, you two."
mei mei sniffed. "whatever. weâre just saying what everyoneâs thinking."
"yeah, everyone," yorozu added, her voice dripping with mock concern. "but hey, maybe sukuna will surprise her. or not."
their laughter followed them out the door, and the sound of it made your stomach churn. the bathroom felt unbearably quiet once they were gone, the only noise the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. you stayed in the stall for a moment longer, gripping your phone so tightly your knuckles turned white. their words circled in your head like vultures, each one pecking away at your confidence.
maybe heâs just not into you like that.
bad boys donât exactly do promposals.
someone worth the effort.
your mind spun in spirals. was it true? sukuna had been acting distant latelyâor was that just your imagination? he hadnât replied to your texts about the tuxedo selfie, and now that you thought about it, what if it wasnât meant for you? what if it was meant for someone else? maybe mei mei and yorozu were right. why would someone like sukunaâbrooding, aloof, undeniably coolâwant someone like you? you heard the stall door creak open, and shokoâs voice startled you out of your thoughts.Â
"hey. you okay in there?"
you hesitated before opening the door, forcing a tight smile. "yeah, iâm fine."
shoko frowned, her cigarette dangling loosely between her fingers. she looked at you for a moment, as if debating whether to say something, before finally muttering, "those bitches donât know what theyâre talking about."
"itâs fine," you lied, brushing past her. your hands were trembling as you gripped the strap of your bag, and the lump in your throat made it hard to breathe. shoko didnât stop you as you left, her awkward, apologetic smile lingering in your mind as you walked down the hall, head low, trying not to let the tears spill over.
is he really stringing you along?
does he even care?
two days until prom, and he hasnât said a word.
the voices in your head were relentless, their whispers feeding your growing self-doubt. and for the first time in your relationship, you wondered if youâd been wrong about sukuna all along.
the day had dragged on forever, the weight of yorozu and mei mei's words pressing heavily on your shoulders. by the time school ended, you were so emotionally drained you couldnât even think straight. but when sukuna pulled up on his bike, leaning casually against it with that stupidly handsome smirk of his, you plastered on your best smile, determined not to let him see how much you were spiraling. "hey, handsome," you chirped, sliding onto the back of his bike, your voice just a little too bright. "miss me?"Â
he glanced back at you as he handed you the helmet, brow furrowed slightly. "you good? you sound... weird."
"weird? no way!" you forced a laugh, strapping the helmet on. "just, you know, long day. classes were boring. people were annoying. the usual."
sukuna didnât look convinced, but he shrugged it off, revving the engine as you wrapped your arms around his waist. the ride home was silent, save for the growl of the bike and the occasional honk of a car passing by. usually, youâd chatter about everything and nothing, filling the air with your stories, your laughter, your plans. today, though, the words felt stuck in your throat, your mind too tangled in thoughts of prom and sukuna and you. when he stopped in front of your place, you hopped off and handed him the helmet, hesitating for a moment before blurting out, "can i ask you something?" his eyes narrowed slightly, his usual nonchalance giving way to something more guarded. "whatâs up?"Â
you took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "why havenât you⌠you know⌠said anything about prom?" sukuna blinked, caught completely off guard. "huh? what dâya mean?"
"i meanâŚ" you trailed off, suddenly feeling stupid for even bringing it up. "itâs just⌠prom is in two days, and everyone else is, like, getting these cute proposals and stuff, and i thought maybe⌠maybe youâdâ"
"oh, come on," he cut you off, his tone more defensive than he intended. "you know iâm not into all that cheesy shit. iâm not gojo or toji, running around making a scene." your heart sank at his words, and you tried to keep your voice steady. "itâs not about making a scene, sukuna. itâs aboutâ"
"about what?" he snapped, rubbing the back of his neck. "you already know weâre going together, right? so whatâs the big deal?" you stared at him, your chest tightening. "the big deal is⌠i just wanted to feel special, okay? like you care. but if thatâs too much to ask, thenâ"
"you think i donât care?" he interrupted, his voice rising slightly. "you think iâm just stringinâ you along or some shit? what kinda dumbass idea is that?" the tears youâd been holding back all day threatened to spill over, and you quickly looked away. "forget it. i shouldnât have said anything."
"no, seriously, whereâs this coming from?" he pressed, his frustration clear. "youâve been acting off all day, and now youâre throwing this at me?"
"youâre impossible," you muttered, turning on your heel and walking towards your door.
"wait, hold upâ" he started, but you didnât stop, the lump in your throat making it impossible to respond. sukuna sat there on his bike, watching you walk away, his chest tightening in a way he didnât know how to describe. he wanted to call after you, to explain that he was trying, that he wanted to give you something special, but the words just wouldnât come out. instead, he clenched his fists, cursing himself under his breath.Â
as you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it, tears streaming down your face. your thoughts were a chaotic mess. does he even care? am i being unreasonable? is this all in my head?
meanwhile, sukuna sat outside for a few moments longer, staring at your house with a sinking feeling in his stomach. heâd messed up, and he knew it. but how the hell was he supposed to fix it?
â
sukuna was lying on his bed, arms splayed out like heâd just been KOâd by life itself. staring at the ceiling, he let out a groan so deep it rattled his soul. itâs so over, he thought. this is it. the end. the fat ladyâs singing. the curtainâs dropping. iâve fumbled my way into boyfriend hell. his phone was propped up on his chest, the screen dimmed but still visible, waiting for the one thing that could bring him solace: a notification from you. no cute animal reel, no cheesy meme, no âomg this reminded me of you <3 :3â tag. nothing. nada. silence. sukuna stared at the unlit screen like it was actively mocking him.
so this is how it feels to die inside, he mused, scrolling aimlessly through tiktok, where every other post was either a cringy promposal or a âmen ainât shitâ rant. great. he tossed his phone aside, facepalming hard enough to leave a red mark.
"bro, can you NOT," yuujiâs voice boomed through the thin wall, followed by the sound of something heavy slamming against it. "some of us are trying to get good sleep over here!" sukuna didnât even flinch. "and some of us are trying to figure out why weâre the literal worst boyfriend on the planet, yuuji," he shouted back, voice muffled by his pillow.
there was a pause, and then yuuji called back, "sounds like a skill issue!"
yeah, thanks for the moral support, kid, sukuna thought bitterly, rolling onto his side and glaring at his phone like it held all the answers to his problems. should he text you? call you? grovel at your feet and beg for forgiveness? nah, too much. probably. "but what if itâs not too much," he muttered to himself, his overthinking spiraling like a tiktok rabbit hole. he grabbed his phone and opened your chat, fingers hovering over the keyboard. he started typing:
sukuna: "hey."
no, too casual. sheâs probably still mad. delete.
sukuna: "sorry for being a dick earlier."
ugh, too vague. she deserves better than this half-assed apology. delete.
sukuna: "pls donât leave me iâm stupid and i love you."
god, get a grip. delete.
he groaned again, tossing his phone across the bed and burying his face in his hands. he was spiraling, and not in the cute âomg i like her so muchâ way, but in the âmy life is a flaming dumpster fireâ way. the worst part? he couldnât even properly apologize yet because the grand promposal heâd been planning wasnât ready. and if he apologized now, youâd probably forgive him, but itâd ruin the big moment he was hoping to surprise you with. but what if waiting too long means she never forgives me at all?
âfuck,â he muttered to himself, staring at the ceiling again. âwhy is being in love so goddamn hard? people on tiktok make it look so easy. just dance, propose, and boom, happy ending. whereâs my happy ending?â
from the other room, yuuji shouted, "SHUT UP, ROMEO!"
"eat shit, yuuji!" sukuna barked back, even though the kid was right.
god, he needed to get his act together before you realized you could do way better than him. but for now, he just laid there, shriveling up and dying like the dramatic dumbass he was, waiting for a miracle.
â
your room was a disaster zone: laptop open on your bed, your playlist stuck on âprom dressâ by mxmtoon like it was 2019, your phone precariously balanced on a pile of mismatched socks, and tissues littered around like you were auditioning for a sad indie movie. the death metal hello kitty pajamasâthrifted with sukunaâclung to you like a bittersweet hug, the fabric somehow feeling heavier tonight. you werenât about to cry over a boy. but also⌠you might cry over a boy. the duality of woman. and because emotional self-destruction is best paired with a sprinkle of pettiness, you grabbed your phone, snapped a cute selfie in said pajamas, and slapped a caption on it: âcozy nights >>>> everything else đâ
posting it was an impulsive decision, but it was also calculated. you knew the power of a cute, casual post. it wasnât technically aimed at sukuna, but you also werenât about to sit here and pretend you didnât want him to see it, to notice you, to maybeâjust maybeâgrovel a little in your DMs. the likes and comments started flooding in immediately because your socials were basically the hub for school tea and wholesome vibes.
mamaguro: our little fashionista!!! thrift QUEEN đ
god bless that woman. she deserved the world.
shoko: (attached gif of a woman dramatically fainting on a chaise lounge)
classic shoko.
maki: ugh, if i thrifted this, mai would burn it out of spite. cute though. thumbs up. mai: shut up maki. also, not bad. 8/10. maki: donât rate her outfit like itâs your stupid games, nerd. mai: cry about it.
sibling banter in your comments? worth it.
and then, of course, there was:
naoya zenin: so glad someone else noticed how good you look in pjâs đ
you rolled your eyes so hard you saw another dimension. of course he had to slither in. you didnât even bother giving it a pity like.
you refreshed the page once, twice, twenty times. still no sign of sukuna. no like, no comment, no DM. you threw yourself back onto the bed, groaning into your pillow like a banshee. was it really that hard to double-tap? and then, the spiraling started.
what if he didnât like it?
what if he thought it was cringe?
what if he saw it and scrolled past, thinking about how much of a baby you are for posting this in the first place?
or worse â what if he thought it was for someone else? like naoya?Â
ew.
you shook your head violently, trying to physically rattle the thoughts out. sukuna wasnât that stupid. right? he had to know this was for him. but as the minutes ticked by, and the comments from your friends kept rolling in, the notification you wanted most stayed stubbornly absent.
boys are so stupid, you thought bitterly, scribbling âstupid sukuna and his stupid abs and his stupid everythingâ in your spiral-bound diary. it stayed locked away in your closet, expertly hidden in the event of an accidental snoop, because some things were too raw to share with the world. you hit play on âprom dressâ for the 17th time that evening, feeling the lyrics a little too personally as you kept refreshing the post like a woman possessed. love, as it turns out, was truly exhausting.
â
sukuna had just slumped back in his chair, doom-scrolling tiktok and internally mourning the lack of a âgirlfriend tagged you in a tiktokâ notification, when your instagram post pinged onto his phone. for a solid five seconds, he froze. like a caveman discovering fire.
you looked ethereal. the death metal hello kitty pajamas, the soft glow of the fairy lights, the cozy chaos of your room in the backgroundâsukuna didnât even know how to process it. you looked like, uh, a⌠renaissance painting? yeah. except, sukuna was 98% sure he couldnât spell renaissance if his life depended on it.Â
r-e-n-aâŚsauce? god, no.
whatever.
like an idiot, his thumb hovered over the comment section for too long, his brain scrambling for something cool but romantic but not cringe but also boyfriend-worthy. and then, because he was absolutely useless under pressure, he panicked and commented:
sukuna: đĽđĽđĽ
the second he hit send, he let out the longest groan known to mankind, slapping his hand over his face. what the hell, sukuna? he might as well have sent a dm saying, âwyd ;)â for how basic that was. wasnât he your boyfriend? he was supposed to be above fire emojis!
meanwhile, across town, your phone buzzed, and when you saw the notification, your entire soul ascended for half a second before crashing back down. fire emojis? thatâs what he gave you?
your reaction was visceral.Â
a gasp so loud it nearly knocked the fairy lights off your wall. your heart rate skyrocketed. every fiber of your being screamed, is this what my life has come to? my boyfriend thinks iâm fire-emoji-hot, not love-letter-hot? "oh my god, no," you muttered, pacing your room. this is it. the tiktoks didnât work. i failed as a girlfriend. whatâs next? marrying someone who comments âsend bobs and vageneâ on my posts?
but before you could plan the ultimate self-roast in your diary, another notification came through. sukuna, clearly in full damage control mode, had added a second comment:
sukuna: my girl. đŞ
you stopped mid-spiral, blinking at the screen. the simplicity of it. the possessive undertone. my girl. two words, and somehow your heart went from shriveled raisin to blooming flower.
back at sukunaâs place, he was staring at the new comment with narrowed eyes, second-guessing himself yet again. was that too much? was it cringey? what if she thinks itâs corny? what if she screenshots it and sends it to shoko, and they both roast me? what ifâ
and then, your like on his comment came through, followed by you pinning it under the post. sukuna let out a dramatic exhale, flopping back onto his bed. ah, love. exhausting, anxiety-inducing, and, somehow, totally worth it.

chapter five: when subtlety isnât an option
dragging yourself onto campus that morning felt like a herculean effort. you were running on fumes and whatever scraps of serotonin sukunaâs ridiculously over-the-top goodnight message had left you. sure, it was sweetâten whole lines about how heâd âreshape realityâ for you or some nonsenseâbut was it an apology? was it a promposal? absolutely not. boys were a disease.
as soon as you stepped through the gates, gojoâs obnoxiously loud voice rang out, cutting through your existential crisis like a foghorn. âdiva down!â he declared dramatically, clutching his chest like youâd personally betrayed him by showing up in less-than-perfect condition. before you could even muster a glare, getoâs hand shot out, smacking gojo square in the stomach. âread the room, satoru,â he said, shaking his head in disappointment. âow!â gojo wheezed, doubling over. âi was just stating facts!â
you ignored their antics, trudging toward your locker, when the crackling intercom interrupted the usual morning chaos. nanamiâs voice, as calm yet strained as ever, floated over the campus. âattention, students. all of you are required to assemble on the football field immediately. this is not a drill.â a murmur rippled through the halls. was it a fire drill? a surprise pep rally? something worse? you glanced around, half-hoping to see sukuna leaning against a wall with his usual âi donât care about anythingâ face, but he was nowhere to be found.
âweird,â you muttered, joining the slow shuffle of students heading outside. on the field, clusters of confused teenagers were gathering under the bright morning sun. you scanned the crowd, squinting against the light. no sign of sukuna. where was that idiot? meanwhile, gojo and geto had caught up to you. âwhat do you think this is?â gojo asked, clearly already bored.
âhopefully not another motivational speaker,â geto muttered. âor a fire drill,â you added, your voice flat.
âwhatever it is, it better be quick,â gojo whined. âmy skincare routine does not involve standing in direct sunlight for this long.â
you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to the crowd. something about this felt off. and you couldnât shake the feeling that whatever was happening, it had something to do with sukuna.
the murmurs in the crowd were growing louder, restless. one of the jocks inhaled, clearly gearing up to yell something stupidâprobably âthis is so lameâ or some other brilliant insightâwhen the jumbotron sparked to life with a loud buzz. everyone froze, heads snapping toward the giant screen.
there he was.Â
sukuna.Â
in a tuxedo.
he looked⌠disheveled, to say the least. his tie was slightly crooked, and his bloodshot eyes gave him the appearance of someone who hadnât slept in years. or maybe ever. but the way he leaned back in a chair, dressed like a mob boss with the confidence to match, had the crowd whispering excitedly.
âoh my god, is this for real?â
âis heâheâs wearing a tux! is this, like, a movie?â
âis he single?â one girl whispered, earning a sharp glare from her friend.
you? you were just standing there, slack-jawed, because what was he doing?
on screen, sukuna let out a deep sigh, his voice lower and rougher than usual, probably from the late hour. âhey,â he started, glancing off-camera like he wasnât sure how to say this. âso, uh. this is for⌠my girl.â
your heart stuttered.
âlisten,â he continued, running a hand through his hair, âi know iâm the worldâs worst boyfriend. like, bottom of the barrel. absolute trash. no oneâs worse than me.â
âi mean, heâs not wrong,â gojo stage-whispered from behind you. geto smacked him again.
sukunaâs voice dropped even lower, making half the girls in the crowd swoon. âbut iâm trying. and if i have to humiliate myself in front of the entire school to make it up to you, then so be it.â
your breath caught as the screen cut to black with a simple message: turn around.
you whipped around just in time to see sukunaâyour sukunaâriding his motorbike onto the football field like he was in a damn action movie. the crowd gasped, screamed, and scattered as he skidded to a stop in the middle of the field, yuuji riding behind him, holding on for dear life. âthis is better than coloring claaaasssss!â yuuji yelled, his little voice carrying across the field. in his tiny hands was a bouquet of⌠lego flowers? some of the pieces were dangerously close to falling off. behind them, sprinting full speed like his life depended on it, was choso, carrying an actual vintage boombox over his head. half the girls in the crowd were now screaming, but not for sukuna.
âwhoâs that?â
âheâs so hoott! does he go here?â
âyouâre all so basic,â geto muttered under his breath.
as sukuna parked his bike, yuuji jumped off and ran toward you, yelling, âyou hafta say yes! otherwise big bro will cause mass destrunkshun!âÂ
sukuna groaned, glaring at his little brother. âyuuji, shut up!â but yuuji ignored him, shoving the lego flowers into your hands. âhere! they never die, just like big broâs love for you!â
the crowd erupted in a mix of laughter and cheers as sukuna finally got off his bike and walked toward you, his face red but determined. âlisten,â he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, âi know iâm an idiot, and i suck at this whole âromantic boyfriendâ thing. but i love you, and i want to take you to prom. so⌠will you be my date?â
you blinked, tears welling up as the boombox suddenly blared heart of glass by blondie. choso gave you a thumbs-up, still holding the boombox over his head like a champ. âsay yes! say yes!â yuuji chanted, jumping up and down.
âoh my god, yes!â you finally shouted, throwing your arms around sukunaâs neck. the crowd roared, clapping and cheering as sukuna hugged you back, a relieved smile breaking across his face.
âfinally,â gojo muttered. âthat was so painful to watch.â but you didnât care about the crowd, or the noise, or even yuuji yelling, âyay! no destrunkshun today!â
all you cared about was the way sukuna looked at you, like you were the only person in the world.
â
sukuna flopped dramatically onto your bed later that evening, still in his slightly wrinkled tuxedo from the ridiculous escapade earlier, his head hitting the pillow with a soft thump. âdo you even understand what i went through to pull that off?â he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. âi might as well retire. iâm too old for this.â you snorted, sitting cross-legged on the floor, your gaze flicking to the lego flower bouquet proudly perched on your desk. âyouâre eighteen, sukuna. relax.â
âeighteen with back pain,â he muttered, shifting to look at you. âand a vendetta against a certain flower set. do you know how many pieces are in that thing?â
âclearly, enough to drive you insane,â you teased, reaching over to nudge his shin. âso⌠tell me how it all went down. i need to know what mastermind put this together.â
he rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow with an exaggerated sigh. âfine. but just know that i better get some kind of boyfriend-of-the-year award for this.â
âyouâll get a sticker. now spill.â
âokay, first of all,â he started, counting off on his fingers, âi had to beg nanami to bend the rules. i was like, âlisten, dude, just one announcement. i swear i wonât get detention for the rest of the year.ââ
âand he believed that?â you raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
âwellâŚâ sukuna grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. âi mightâve also thrown in a promise to help him clean the chem lab after school for a month. he was this close to saying no, though.â you laughed, imagining nanamiâs face at sukunaâs desperate pleas. âsounds about right. and choso?â
âah, choso,â sukuna said dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest like he was reciting a shakespearean monologue. âthe real goat. he flew in from across the stateâiâm talking dead of the nightâto bring me that stupid lego flower set.â
âyou made him travel for legos?â you gasped, barely holding back laughter.
âhey, it was symbolic!â he defended, pointing a finger at you. âand he didnât just deliver it; he stayed up with me all night building it. i thought we were gonna lose a piece at one point, and let me tell you, i almost cried.â you couldnât stop giggling at the image of sukuna and choso frantically building lego flowers in the middle of the night. âokay, okay. what about yuu?â
âoh, he was the easiest to convince,â sukuna said, smirking. âi just told him, âpower rangers need good deeds on their resume, like helping their big bro.â he was all in after that.â
âof course he was,â you muttered fondly, shaking your head.
âso, there you have it,â sukuna finished, stretching out on your bed with a satisfied sigh. âa night of blood, sweat, and legos. all for you, baby.â you smiled, leaning back against the edge of your bed. âyouâre ridiculous, you know that?â
âyeah, but you love me,â he shot back, his tone smug.
âunfortunately,â you teased, though your cheeks warmed at his words. there was a brief silence before you hesitated, biting your lip. âsukuna?â
âhm?â he hummed, eyes half-closed.
âmei mei and yorozu said some stuff yesterday. about you and⌠us.â
his eyes snapped open, narrowing. âwhat kinda stuff?â
you shrugged, trying to play it off, but he wasnât having it. âthey said you were stringing me along. that youâd neverââ
âoh, hell no,â he growled, sitting up so fast he almost hit his head on your fairy lights. âiâm gonnaââ
âno, youâre not,â you interrupted, grabbing his arm before he could launch himself off the bed. âwe donât beat people up, remember?â he grumbled under his breath, clearly displeased. âfine. but if they say one more thingââ
âthey wonât,â you said firmly, giving him a look. âbecause weâre gonna ignore them and enjoy our nap instead.â sukuna sighed, flopping back onto the bed with a resigned groan. âyouâre lucky youâre cute,â he muttered, tugging you down beside him.
âand youâre lucky i put up with you,â you shot back, settling into the warm space next to him.
the two of you lay there under the glow of your fairy lights, the faint scent of your vanilla candle filling the room. the lego flower bouquet sat proudly on your desk, a quiet reminder of sukunaâs chaotic but heartfelt effort. as you drifted off, you couldnât help but smile. love with sukuna was messy, dramatic, and over the topâbut it was yours.
you tried. you really tried to fall asleep. but how could you, when sukuna had casually dropped an âi love youâ like it was just any other sentence? sure, he said it before when he asked you to prom, but that was in the middle of a chaotic proposal involving legos and yuuji screaming about power rangers. this? this was casual. this was deliberate. this was real.
your brain spiraled faster than your pinterest boards during finals week. did he mean it? like, really mean it? was it a slip-up? does he just throw around the word âloveâ like that? you stiffened in his arms, your body going ramrod straight like a ruler, and sukuna, ever the perceptive one (at least when it comes to you), noticed immediately. âyou good?â he mumbled, voice groggy as he cracked one eye open.
you didnât respond right away, too busy drowning in your thoughts. was this what all those romance novels meant by âconfessions catching you off guardâ? but this wasnât a confession, was it? or was it?
âhey,â sukuna nudged you lightly, his brows furrowing. âyouâre acting weird. whatâs up?â
you sat up suddenly, twisting to face him, your fairy lights casting a soft glow on his confused expression. âyou⌠you said you loved me.â
his eyes widened slightly, and for the first time in⌠well, ever, sukuna looked genuinely nervous. âuh⌠yeah? i mean, yeah. i did. i do. why?â
âyou do?â you pressed, your voice rising slightly. you couldnât help it; the man was notoriously bad at expressing his feelings, and now he was just casually confirming his love for you like it was no big deal? âuh, yeah?â sukuna scratched the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in the corner of your ceiling. âi mean⌠why else would i do all this crap? the flowers, the tux, the boomboxâŚâ
âso youâre saying you really love me? like, love-love me?â you clarified, your hands now gesturing wildly because, of course, this needed to be crystal clear. at this point, sukunaâs face was turning an alarming shade of pinkâlike, my melody type pink, and you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. âyes, okay? i love you. love-love you. happy?â
you blinked at him, your heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did when he looked at you like that, all flustered and frustrated but undeniably sincere.
âwait, why are you smiling?â he groaned, covering his face with his hands. âthis is so embarrassing. i knew i shouldâve justââ
you didnât let him finish, leaning forward to kiss him, your lips cutting off whatever self-deprecating nonsense he was about to spew. when you pulled back, his ears were now as red as his eyes, and he stared at you like youâd just stolen his soul. âiâm smiling,â you said softly, âbecause i love you too, dumbass. and because i think itâs cute when you get all flustered.â
âcute?â he repeated, deadpan. âdid you just call me cute?â
âyep,â you chirped, lying back down and snuggling into his chest. âget used to it, my melody.â
sukuna groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes, but you could feel the way his heartbeat quickened under your cheek. and as he tightened his hold around you, mumbling something about how you better not tell anyone about this, you smiled to yourself. maybe you wouldnât be sleeping anytime soon, but at least now, youâd be lying awake with a warm, fuzzy feeling instead of overthinking yourself into oblivion. love-love really was something else.

chapter six: the painting, the prom, and the prince
the evening of prom was finally here, and sukuna rolled up to your house looking, dare he say it, hot. okay, maybe he wouldnât say it out loud, but judging by the double-take you gave him when he stepped off his bike in that sharp tux, it was safe to assume you thought so too.
and then you walked out.
he swore his brain short-circuited. heâd seen you in a hundred different outfits, every single one somehow better than the last, but this? this wasnât just a dress. this was art.Â
âyouâŚyou lookâŚâ he stammered, his usual cocky bravado completely out the window. âuhâŚyou look likeâŚyou knowâŚlikeâŚa renaissance painting or something.â
you blinked at him, clearly amused. âa renaissance painting?â
âyeah,â he muttered, scratching the back of his neck, clearly regretting his life choices. âyou know, like, those really fancy ones. with, uh, good lighting.â you bit back a laugh. âiâll take that as a compliment.â
âyou should,â he grumbled, averting his eyes because looking at you too long felt like staring into the sun. âyou look perfect.â
as the two of you got on his bike and headed to prom, sukuna felt like he was riding on air. that was, until you turned to him halfway there and asked, âso, do you have the tickets?â
oh, shit.
his mind raced as he remembered exactly where those tickets were: stuffed into his t-shirt so you wouldnât find them during his promposal planning. and then, last night, in a frenzy of cleaning and trying to look cool, heâd tossed the shirt into the laundry. âuhhhâŚâ he stalled, trying to come up with a lie, but your raised eyebrow told him you werenât buying it.
ââkuna,â you said, already exasperated. âplease donât tell meââ
âokay, okay, maybe i left them in the washing machine,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. you groaned, but to his surprise, you didnât seem mad. instead, you reached into your purse and pulled out two tickets. âlucky for you, i bought these ages ago,â you said, smirking.
âwait, what?â he blinked, genuinely stunned.
âwhat? i wasnât about to risk you being unprepared,â you teased.
âokay, wow, first of all, rude,â he said, though he couldnât help but grin. âsecond of all, youâre amazing. third of allâŚcan we pretend this didnât happen?â
ânot a chance,â you replied, laughing.
fast forward to the gym, where the school had, of course, gone full clichĂŠ with the decorations: fairy lights, balloons, and a weirdly overused âenchanted eveningâ banner that looked like it had been recycled from at least three other events. but none of that mattered when you spotted yuuji and choso standing near the punch table. well, you saw them. sukuna, on the other hand, saw chaos.
âwhy the hell is yuuji here?â sukuna hissed, his hands already on his temples. âdonât ask me,â you said, equally baffled. âhow does a seven-year-old even get in here?â
âpuppy eyes,â sukuna muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.
sure enough, yuuji was grinning ear-to-ear, his hair plastered to his head in spikes from what must have been an entire bottle of power ranger-branded gel. âbig bro! you made it!â yuuji shouted, running up and practically tackling sukuna in a hug. âyuuji,â sukuna groaned, prying the kid off him. âwhat are you doing here?â
âhelping!â yuuji declared proudly. âplus, i used your tickets!â
sukunaâs jaw dropped. âwhat?â
âheâs surprisingly resourceful for a kid,â choso muttered, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here as he adjusted his tie. ânext time, donât leave important things lying around.â
âyouâve got to be kidding me,â sukuna grumbled, running a hand down his face.
meanwhile, you were barely holding back laughter, especially when you noticed the cluster of girls gawking at choso from across the room. âlooks like chosoâs got some fans,â you whispered, nudging sukuna.
âyeah, well, they can have him,â sukuna muttered. âiâve got everything i need right here.â
and just like that, the stress melted away, replaced by that smug, confident grin you loved so much. prom was a mess, but it was your mess. and honestly? you wouldnât trade it for the world.
â
the night was winding down, and with prom nearing its end, you and sukuna made your way toward the photobooth. sukuna had his arm slung over your shoulder, and you leaned into him, already envisioning how cute your pictures would turn out. but, of course, peace was short-lived.
âoh, look who it is,â came mei meiâs unmistakably smug voice.
you stiffened, turning toward her and yorozu, who stood there with their arms crossed, both looking like they had nothing better to do than spread bitchiness. âfigures youâd show up,â yorozu sneered. âthought youâd be too busy fixing your âperfect relationship.ââ
âis this where you get your weekly drama fix?â sukuna drawled, his voice low and sharp. he glanced between the two with a look that couldâve cut glass. âor did you just run out of things to do since no one wanted to take you?â mei mei opened her mouth to retort, but before she could get a word out, sukuna bent down and scooped you up bridal style.
âsukuna!â you yelped, clinging to him in shock.
âdonât waste your energy on people like them,â he said simply, striding past the two women without so much as a second glance.
âyou canât justâhey!â mei mei called after him, but sukuna didnât bother stopping. yorozu muttered something under her breath, but even she knew better than to push it.
âyou really didnât have to do that,â you mumbled, though you couldnât hide the warmth in your voice. âdidnât have to?â he scoffed. âlike hell iâd let them talk to you like that.â
the line for the photobooth wasnât long, and before you knew it, you were stepping inside with sukuna still holding you as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
âyouâre not putting me down?â you asked, raising an eyebrow. ânah,â he said with a smirk. âyou look too good tonight. gotta keep showing you off.â
you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed all the same.
once inside the booth, sukuna finally set you down, pulling you close for the first set of pictures. the two of you posed like a typical couple at first, all smiles and laughs. then sukuna decided to make things interesting by pulling faces, sticking his tongue out in one, and pretending to bite your shoulder in another.
âthese are gonna look so stupid,â you laughed, pushing at his chest. ânah, theyâre gonna be fire,â he said, grinning.
just as the final photo flashed, the curtain whipped open, and tojiâs booming voice rang out.
âmove over, lovebirds! weâre crashing this party.â
toji and mamaguro squeezed into the booth, nearly squashing you and sukuna against the wall.
âwhat the hell, toji?â sukuna groaned, glaring at the intrusion.
âwhat?â toji said innocently. âyou think iâm missing out on free photobooth pics?â
âscoot over, lovelies,â mamaguro chimed in, pushing toji aside so she could squeeze into the frame.
âthereâs no room!â you said, laughing as you were squished further into sukuna.
âthereâs always room for one more,â came another voice, and before you could even register what was happening, gojo leapt into the booth, landing half on toji and half on sukuna.
âwhat theâget off me!â sukuna growled, shoving at gojo.
âsmile, everyone!â geto called, popping his head into the frame at the last second.
the camera flashed, capturing the chaos in all its glory. by the time the prints came out, you were crying from laughter, holding onto sukuna to keep from doubling over.
âwhat a night,â you said, wiping tears from your eyes. âyeah,â sukuna said, his voice warm as he looked at you. âwhat a night.â
â
the picture on sukunaâs instagram was a beyonce level of iconic. the both of you stood side by side, wearing your prom king and queen sashes, though sukuna refused to actually wear his properlyâit hung off his shoulder like he was in a fight club. you, however, looked perfect as always, your sash gleaming and your tiara slightly askew from all the dancing. sukuna was leaning just enough to rest his chin on your head (a âpower move,â as he called it), and you were holding the bouquet of lego flowers proudly. the caption? equally sukuna.
prom king and queen, obv. any losers whoâve got something to say can take it up with me. sheâs the queen, iâm the muscle. try us, idk đ¤ˇââď¸ also yeah, she's mine. no refunds.
within seconds of posting, the comments started flooding in.
gojo: the muscle? more like the court jester đ
yorozu: lmao no one even voted for you two đđđ
choso: solid pic đĽ iâll be charging for the lego flowers btw
mamaguro: MY BABIES LOOK AMAZING!!! đđđ
toji: me and my girl did it better đš
âyorozu really canât keep my name out her mouth,â sukuna muttered, already cracking his knuckles. âignore her, my king,â you teased, throwing a pillow at him from your desk chair.
your room was a warzone after the nightâs chaos. your shoes were discarded near the bed like a crime scene, your fairy lights had a sad strand that had gone out mid-celebration, and your makeup wipes, bobby pins, and jewelry were strewn all over your vanity. youâd kicked off your sash somewhere in the mess, and your dress was neatly hanging off the edge of your chair because despite the chaos, you couldnât risk ruining it. meanwhile, sukuna was lying sideways on your bed, scrolling through his phone like he owned the place, his tux jacket slung over the back of the chair you were sitting in.
âshould we clean up?â you asked half-heartedly, already knowing the answer.
ânah,â he said, throwing his phone onto the bed. âitâs post-prom. chaos is mandatory.â
before you could argue, sukunaâs phone buzzed. he picked it up, squinting at the email notification, and then froze.
âwhatâs up?â you asked, turning to look at him.
he stared at the screen for a second before a grin slowly spread across his face. âi got in.â
âwhat?â
âsports scholarship,â he said, holding the phone up like it was a trophy. âsame college as you.â
your jaw dropped, and then you were practically tackling him onto the bed, laughing and hugging him at the same time.
âweâre going to college together?â you asked, beaming.
âhell yeah, we are,â he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. âbest decision ever.â
and as the night wore on, with your messy room, tired limbs, and full hearts, you realized he was absolutely right.

epilogue
the morning sun cast a golden hue on your driveway, and there was a quiet buzz of excitement mixed with nervous energy as the taxi rolled up. your suitcases, meticulously packed with everything you thought you might need for college, sat neatly by the curb. sukuna, leaning against the taxi door, looked as relaxed as ever, though his towering frame and sharp features gave him an intimidating edge. âyou ready?â he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. he was holding your suitcase because, apparently, carrying your own bags was ânot allowedâ anymore.
âas ready as iâll ever be,â you said, patting the strap of your carry-on bag nervously. the realization that you were actually leaving home was starting to hit.
âyouâve been glowing lately, by the way,â sukuna said casually, as if he hadnât just paid you the highest compliment. âprobably âcause youâre spending all your time with me.â
you rolled your eyes, though you couldnât stop the small smile creeping onto your face. âitâs called a skincare routine, sukuna. maybe you should try one.â
before he could retort, a loud, familiar voice shattered the morning calm.
âWAIT! WAIT!â
both of you turned to see yuuji sprinting toward you, waving something in his hand like a man possessed. âYOU FORGOT THESE!â
you squinted, trying to make out what he was holding. as he got closer, it hit you: your prom queen sash and tiara. âoh my god,â you muttered, burying your face in your hands. âi knew i was forgetting something.â
yuuji skidded to a stop in front of you, panting heavily. âyouâre welcome,â he wheezed, thrusting the items into your hands. âhow could you forget these? youâre a queen!â
âthanks, yuuji,â you said, taking the sash and tiara from him and trying not to laugh at his dramatic delivery.
âdonât forget to wear it on your first day of college!â he added, grinning ear to ear. âyeah, sure,â you said, ruffling his hair. âand maybe iâll wear a ball gown to class, too.â
âyouâd still look better than half the people there,â sukuna chimed in, snatching the sash from your hand and draping it over your shoulder like he was crowning you all over again. âokay, thatâs enough theatrics for now,â you said, adjusting the sash so it wouldnât wrinkle. âweâve got a flight to catch.â
yuujiâs face fell slightly, and he threw his arms around you in a sudden, tight hug. âiâm gonna miss you,â he mumbled into your shoulder.
âiâll miss you too, yuuji,â you said, squeezing him back. âbut weâll visit, okay? and you better facetime me every week.â he nodded, pulling back and giving sukuna a pointed look. âyou better take care of her, big bro.â
âalways,â sukuna said without hesitation, ruffling yuujiâs hair in return. âand donât eat all the snacks mom buys, okay?â
âno promises,â yuuji replied, grinning.
as you settled into the taxi and it pulled away from the driveway, you glanced back to see yuuji waving wildly until he was out of sight. you leaned back in your seat, holding the sash and tiara in your lap. âi canât believe i almost forgot these,â you said, shaking your head.
âyou packed a literal hello kitty lamp,â sukuna said, one eyebrow raised. âbut not your prom queen stuff. priorities.â you laughed, swatting his arm. âthe lampâs for your dorm, thank you very much. iâm not letting you live in a depressing man cave.â
he smirked, but there was a softness in his eyes as he looked at you. âyeah, yeah. but hey, this is it, huh? college.â
you nodded, the weight of the moment finally settling in. âyeah. itâs the start of everything.â
âgood thing weâre doing it together,â sukuna said, reaching over to take your hand.
and as the taxi sped toward the airport, you realized he was right. this was just the beginningânot just of college, but of a whole new chapter of your lives. and with sukuna by your side, you had a feeling it was going to be a damn good one.

thank you for sticking till the end <3 this was a drabble i decided to format into a full length fic because i recently came across my old prom photos and the nostalgia was very real. while i can safely say i did NOT have the ideal high school experience, i am deffo making my reader[s] have it đââď¸ if you'd like to find out what type of reader are you (based off of my fics), click on the quiz link here <3 thank u for reading !!
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winter woes.

yandere!jade leech x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, breeding, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied stalking, obsession note - strangely, jade is thrown into his mating season in the middle of winter.
Jade thought it wasnât so bad when he woke up in a feverish fog. He assumed it would dissipate once he got to moving, but it only seemed to worsen as the day wore on. He trudged through his classes with dimming focus, reasoning that if he wasnât about to keel over and die he could survive a few hours of lecture.
It was fine. Nothing he couldnât handle. Heâs Jade Leech, Octavinelleâs talented Vice Housewarden! A masterful actor capable of brilliant efficiency, even when heâs at his lowest.
And yet heâs never experienced a day as detrimental as this one. Heâs endured his fair share of sleepless nights, stagnant days, and monthly burnout. On some level, Jade suspected it was coming when the frost began to encroach on withered plants and leafless trees. He always finds himself bogged down with an annual case of winter woes.Â
This pattern of behavior isnât any different.
Except it is. Very different, actually. Unlike his previous blues, this one is markedly unique. Heâs never been this delirious before, so much so that he staggers about like heâs learning to walk all over again. Winter blankets the world in white, condemning Jade to what he believes is Mother Natureâs padded cell.
Without enough stimulation or spontaneity, how can he possibly function?
Normally, heâd take to trekking in the mountains to clear his head. The biting cold is familiar, a reminder of the comforts of home, but it doesnât soothe him like it should. Heâs restless and itchy, perpetually hot all over. His clothes arenât helping either, clinging like seaweed. He wants to shred them to pieces and dive into the sea. Or hike in the mountains. Definitely one of those.Â
Alas, even if he wanted to scale a mountain, he couldnât. Not when theyâve called for the possibility of an avalanche.
He is, unfortunately, stuck in the dreaded rubber room with his school uniform for a straitjacket. Only the room itself is made of ice, and itâs unpleasant and isolated. Heâs left alone with his thoughts and theyâre swirling around his skull in a flurry of snowflakes.
Clothes are truly unbearable⌠How can land-dwellers possibly endure such constrictive material?
Perhaps he underestimated his own mental fortitude. Itâs bad. Very bad. So bad that heâs just as startled as you are when he crosses paths with you in the hall, catches the scent of your shampoo, and sprouts fins.Â
âOh, Jade, your ears!â Youâre gesturing at his face with worried urgency. He follows your line of sight and reaches to brush his fingers along the pointed webbing jutting out from the area where his ears ought to be. You take a step towards him and Jade, rather foolishly, takes one back. You blink at him, bewildered. âIsâŚeverything okay? You seem under the weather. Want me to walk you to the infirmary? Iâm going that way right now, actually.â
Jade wets his lips and swallows thickly. Did you always smell this nice? No⌠No, he has to focus! Right. Focus on the issue at hand. His transformation potion must be wearing off. Surely that explains the sudden surprise of⌠Your hipsâwere they always shaped so nicely, or is it just an illusion from your uniform slacks?
No, heâs sure of it. Somethingâs different about you. His nose wrinkles.
Sweeter. Thatâs it.
You smell sweet like a flower or candy. And your eyes are brighter in this light as they look up at him, glittering like pearls in the deep. Youâre wearing the same uniform, but youâve never looked more appealing. And your hipsâ
Jade curbs that thought before it can deteriorate his sensibility far past his control. What was the topic of conversation? Itâs his turn to respond, isnât it?
âIâm quite all right. Thank you for your concern. This is merely an error on my part. Iâve neglected the time.â
âReally?â You say it like you donât believe him. Jade forces a smile, gluing his gaze to your face to avoid looking anywhere else. âItâs not like you to be so forgetful. Geez. Is Azul giving you a break over there?â
He chuckles. âI assure you all is well in my world.â
As it happens, his world is currently tilting and spinning and blurring, messy like a shaken terrarium. Jadeâs attempt to excuse himself is made in vain, for he strides past you and immediately stumbles. You hurry to steady him, your fingers wrapped tight around his arm. Your touch sends an unusual electricity bolting up his spine, and suddenly heâs overcome with a wild urge. He wants to push you against the wall, slot his knee between your legs, and bite your lips bloody.
He could do it. He knows your preferences. He knows you like he knows his hand. Intimately acquainted, even if youâre not aware of your second shadow.Â
Jade yanks himself free as if the contact is scalding. His heart skips in his chest, frenzied in a way itâs never been before.
Heâs had plenty of scandalous fantasies in passing, and he was content to leave them as such. But nowâŚ
Sweat beads at his brow and rolls down his back between his shoulders. He needs to shed these layers. A wildfire rages beneath his skin. Itâs the middle of winter. Why is he so hot? Surely thereâs a logical explanation forâŚyou. Looking at him. Youâre looking at him.
Oh, youâre so pretty.
âJade?â You move in again, lifting your hand to his forehead. This time, before he can jerk backwards, you pull away. âYouâre burning up!â
âIs that so? I must not have noticedâŚâ
He has a quick-witted retort to tack onto that sentence, but itâs scrambled on his tongue.
âIf I may, (Name), have you always looked soâŚâ
He pauses, tasting the adjective in his mouth. He was certain humans didnât have the same sort of broadcasters merfolk doâthe shifts in behavior that allow for successful mating. Colors and sounds, a duet of language. Special scents and other bodily cues to convey secret messages. A mutual understanding between two. The need to fulfill a biological imperative beneath the sea.
Is that what this is about? He was certain his transformation snuffed that part of his biology. Heâs not a mer right now. Heâs human. So then why is he feeling soâŚnot human?
Ready is the word he thinks heâs searching for, but heâs starving and so it comes out wrong.Â
âRipe. Like fruit.â
âUh⌠No?â You cough out an awkward laugh. If Jade could feel shame, it would be raking its nails across his back. âAre you sure youâre okay? You know whatâdonât answer that. Letâs just get you to Professor Crewel. Heâll know what to do.â
Jade spies his reflection in a nearby window. The markings under his eyes are showing through pale skin. There are flecks of scales gathered on his forehead. Mindlessly, he reaches to touch them.
You turn to look at him, and he can parse the shift in your attitude like itâs blood in the waterâdeliciously potent. He wants to dig his claws into you and never let go. He wants to love you until the very feeling is muddled and youâve lost sense of whatâs healthy and sane. If only you could understand, peer through his eyes for the day, and navigate the labyrinth that is his heart.
âJade? You coming?â
He already knows whatâs happening. He doesnât need the diagnosis from Professor Crewel. He just needs you.
Before you can continue onwards in your beeline to Professor Crewelâs office, Jade seizes your hand. You donât flinch, but you do struggle to put your confusion into words. The feeling is almost palpable, clear on your countenance like a cloudless sky. He watches you, trailing his eyes over your face and finding new things to appreciate. If he allows delusion to grip him by the throat, he can pretend the makeup is all for himâa discreet, enticing signal.
He reads it. He listens. He knows, even if itâs the furthest from what he believes it to be.
Jade clasps his hands around yours.
âUm⌠Okay then.â Your shoulders shudder with laughter. âIs this really you, Jade? This isnât Floyd putting on an act again, is it?â
He shakes his head, suddenly disgruntled. Why would it be Floyd? Do you want it to be Floyd? His grip on you tightens to a possessive degree. He steps closer, not yet pressing himself against you but edging dangerously close. He doesnât speak a word when he opens his mouth at you, revealing pearly points set in razored rows. You donât seem to grasp the meaning behind his gaping maw, and itâs somewhat disheartening.
Logically, heâs aware of your very human idealsâideals that fail to encapsulate the intricacies of moray courtship. Still, he hopes the sentiment comes through.
âSomething wrong with your teeth?â You tilt your head and squint up at him. âThey look fine to me.â
Jade shuts his mouth, considering his options. It would be much easier if this was the sea. Then he could present you with hypnotic bioluminescence, drape a chain of sea flowers around your neck, and offer you an entire monthâs worth of fish. None of that is very viable on land. At the very least, he could replicate itâtake you in a dark room and hope the shine in his eyes is bright enough to entice you, conjure flowers with magic, and scour the Mostro Loungeâs storage for enough food to last you through the season.
Surely the desire I feel for you transcends the great depths of the sea. He breathes out a sad sigh. I want to make you mine. I want you to look at me in the same way I look at you. Wonât you do that for me? PleaseâŚ
As far as heâs aware, humans follow their own palaver when it comes to romance and attraction. What heâs learned from his time on land is that human courtship is, by his comprehension, excessively complicated. While moray courtship has clear, defined goals, each one outlined in the body language of both parties, humans baffle with the time it takes to secure a mate. Jade watches students get together and fall apart within the span of weeks. Itâs fascinating. Dating is almost like a trial runâlike testing a new ingredient in a recipe to see if it sweetens or sours the overall dish.
He could have gone that route; he was fully prepared to, but the human and mer sides of his brain are leaving him in a daze. Itâs impossible to think like a human when his mer instincts are vibrating so intensely beneath his skin, every part of his deep-sea biology saying he ought to do it the mer way.
So he opens his mouth again.
Heâs cheating when he nods at you. Somehow you work out half of his intention.
âMy mouth? What about it?â It hits you then, and your eyes widen into the shape of a full moon. âOh! You want to compare teeth size, is that it?â
Not exactly what he was aiming for, but it has you reciprocating anyway. You open your mouth to show off your teeth, and if Jade was of a more stable mindset perhaps he would have been content to simply observe. He doesnât expect land-dwellers to know anything more than whatâs taught in class.
âWhat do you think? Mine arenât as cool as yours,â you say after a moment.
âI thinkâŚâ He hesitates. The words are jumbled, and he almost says it in mermish. But itâs difficult to produce the syllables with his limited nasal capabilities in this form. A smile curves his lips up, and itâs so similar to Floydâs dopey grin that it leaves you slack-jawed. âPretty,â he says with a happy hum. âVery pretty.â
Before you can respond, his hands slide away from yours to secure tightly around your wrists. And then heâs pulling you in the opposite direction, through the main buildingâs many halls, until he finally arrives at his destination.
Youâre tugged into the Hall of Mirrors next. Jade seems to be losing his usual gentlemanly flair, for he issues you an apologetic chuckle as an afterthought. His mer features look more defined nowâeven his skin tone is darkening to suit the color palette of his mer form. You werenât in objection before, but now that you find yourself being pulled through the mirror and trapped in the bubble transport with Jade you begin to worry.
âHey, hold on a minute! Shouldnât we find Professor Crewel? Your transformation potionââ
The sound of shredded leather disturbs the air. Jade lifts his gloved hands for both of you to survey. His claws have ripped through the material, and heâs grown webbing beneath the tattered remains of his gloves. When he reaches for you, you flinch away.
An uncomfortable quiet falls over the bubble, only bursting once youâre inside Octavinelle Dorm.
Jadeâs heart aches when he spies the unease scrawled on your face. Donât look at me like that. Please, my pearl, donât fear me. I would never hurt you.
Is it so wrong to want to smother you in an abundance of love? If this kind of love is forbidden on the surface, how is he meant to exist in the same world as you? It was possible for the mermaid princess and her lover. Is this not the same? Itâs just love. Thereâs nothing wrong with that.
Right?
He curls his hands into fists and hopes the stabbing pain of his claws piercing his palms is enough to quell the urge to hold you.
âJ-JadeâŚâ Your voice is meek, a mere wobble. âAre you okay?â
He blinks, suddenly aware that blood is oozing from open wounds. âAh⌠Forgive me⌠Iâve shown you such an ugly side.â
âNo, Iâm sorry! It startled me, thatâs all.â You attempt a brave, albeit flat, smile. âIâm not scared. JustâŚsurprised. Is this how all merfolk get when theyâre sick?â
Jade wants to understand, but he has never known dread like that before. Heâs a predator. He doesnât need to feel fear when he instills it in others.
Still, it bothers him more than he thought it would. If you fear him⌠If you canât present him with a real smileâŚ
Is there even a point if heâs not the reason for your happiness? What is he if not the blight that destroys your flowering radiance?
Without fail, like a cruel cycle destined to burden him, the winter weather evokes morbid gloom. It darkens his consciousness like a shroud over a corpse or a cover on a mirror.
If youâre not scared, why are you keeping your distance? Am I truly so monstrous that you feel the need to cower? My love is sincere. I promise I would never hurt you.
But he would, if given the opportunity. And thatâs precisely what he plans to do now.
So it catches him off guard when you surge forward to lace your hands with his. Carmine drips from his claws, pattering the floor in tiny drops. He stares at you with pupils blown wide.
âYouâre my friend. Why would I find this side of you ugly? Just because youâre not at your best doesnât mean itâs weird or bad.â
And isnât that the worst?Â
Jadeâs lungs constrict when he kisses you. You try to jerk away, but he holds firm. Your lips part only briefly, and you manage a squeak of protest before he reclaims the space with ravenous intent. Your whines are swallowed whole as he all but devours your mouth like a famished animal. Sharp teeth click against your blunt ones. Jade laps at the back of your throat, savoring every gasp. You press against his chest in a weak struggle.
âS-Stoâwait. Jadeââ
But even those words become appetizers for the feast thatâs soon to follow.
Itâs because Iâm your friend that you place your trust in me. Thus, it will hurt all the more when I take that trust and crush it beneath my heel.
Heâs never felt more alive, his body buzzing with exhilaration. When he pulls back, breathless and panting, youâre still reeling. He doesnât give you any time to recuperate, for he tugs you along down the shadowed halls of Octavinelle.
You dig your heels against the tile. âPlease wait! I donât understand. What are youââ
Youâre yanked forward again, and the rest of that sentence trickles into reserved silence. You hurry to keep pace with Jade as he drags you towards a door. A large indoor pool, dimly lit by the lights above, greets the both of you once itâs opened.
With furrowed brows, you glance at Jade. Heâs looking right back, but itâs a strange gaze. Heâs ready to pounce, just barely holding on to nonexistent restraint, every muscle riddled with tension.
âSometimes weâre permitted to use this area for personal reasons,â Jade explains, shutting and locking the door with magic.
âPersonal reasons⌠Like what?â
He smiles, watching the shiver roll though you. âNothing against the rules, I assure you.â
âRight⌠Look, Jade, at the very leastâŚâ You wring your hands. âUm⌠Could you at least get in the water? Iâm worried your potionâll wear off any second now, and thereâs no way I can lift you myself.â
âYour concern is much appreciated.â
He places one webbed hand on your shoulder, the other situated at your lower back. In one fluid swoop, he gathers you in his arms. You donât have time to yell at him to put you down because heâs already striding over to the poolside.
âI do hope youâll forgive my temperament. I confess Iâm a touch impatient.â A lopsided smile strains on his flushed face.Â
âJade, donât you dareââ
Your scream cuts through the air, echoing off the walls. He tosses you into the water without decorum. Jade sheds whatâs left of his already tattered uniform and dives in just as the rest of his mer features overtake his human shell. Salt sprays around you in a resounding splash when you, coughing and spluttering, break the surface.
Jade watches your feet kick back and forth as you paddle towards the edge. The motions are hypnotic. What pretty, fragile limbsâŚ
Gliding through the water with minimal effort, he circles you like a moon hopelessly devoted to remaining within your orbit. His hand wraps around your ankle, and he pulls you beneath the water to meet him. You struggle in his grasp, kicking and thrashing, but he doesnât let that deter him.
Jade cradles your face in his hands. âSo pretty⌠Like a pearl,â he clicks, his words musical and foreign to your human ears. âMy treasure.â
He captures your lips in a mystifying kiss. Clumsily, his deft fingers work to peel your clothes from your person. You push back just as your bra is unclasped, gasping for air, and he allows you to surface after nearly a minute. He comes up with you, drunk off the taste of you. The world could be ending just beyond the confines of this pool and it wouldnât even matter to him. Not right now, at least. Not when heâs at the verge of vehemence. So close. Heâs so close.
âW-Whatâs up with you?â You cling to the pool wall, chest heaving. He follows your hand as it moves to cover your mouth. âYouâre not usually like this.â
âDoes it bother you?â He swims closer, effectively pinning you to the wall. He presses his nose to the dip between shoulder and neck and hums. With a boyish giggle, he smiles again. âYou smell so prettyâŚâ
âJadeâŚâ You pat his head. âJade.â
âHm?â
âI⌠Iâm flattered. Really, I am. But we canât do this.â
He detaches himself to look at you. âWe canât?â
This time, unlike in the past, he isnât playing dumb for the fun of it.
âIâm sorry, Jade. I think youâre a great friend, but thatâs it. I tried to tell you earlier, but you wouldnât let me.â
So thatâs how you feel.
Heâs cold-blooded by nature, but somehow this confession chills him more than the Northern waters ever could.
Just a friend.
âAh. Is that so? My apologies for overstepping a boundary.â
You turn towards the wall to hide your exposed chest. âI-Itâs fineâŚâ
He admires the water droplets cascading down the slope of your shoulders. Winter woes and mating season make for a devastating combination, and Jade is the tsunami who will tear through you with reckless, remorseless abandon.
A clawed finger taps at your cheek. Defiant, you keep your gaze pinned ahead. âAre you, by chance, embarrassed?â
âO-Of course I am! Please close your eyes and donât peek until Iâm out of the pool.â With one arm held over your chest, you fish through the water in search of your waterlogged clothes.
Jade takes hold of your empty hand, marveling at how small yours is compared to his. So precious. I could hold this hand foreverâŚ
âThereâs no need to be shy. Nudity is commonplace where Iâm from.â
âWell, itâs not like that up here. Not always, at least.â You swallow thickly. âPlease donât lookâŚâ
âThatâs tantamount to asking someone not to admire artwork in a museum.â Gently, he coaxes you away from the wall and into his chest. âYou deserve to be cherished in full. Is that not why land-dwellers sculpt the human body?â
âThatâs different!â
âHow so?â
Please, (Name), youâre driving me wild. Please just let me love you. Please. Itâs all I want.
âMost of them are representations of deities and other important symbols.â
âIn that case, I am but your humble devotee.â
You roll your eyes. âFlattery doesnât work on me.â
âNo? Then how about this instead?â
Jade turns over on his back in the pool. Youâre tugged along for the ride, settled on his chest like a turtle resting on driftwood. His arms wrap around you. Stubbornâan adjective known to describe Jade on occasion.
âNow I wonât see a thing.â
His smile is too cheeky for your liking, but thatâs the last thing youâre thinking of. His hands creep down the expanse of your back. You yelp when he squeezes your asscheek.Â
âH-Hey! Watch where youâre touching!â Your expression is meant to be threatening, but all it does is earn you a gentle laugh.
âForgive me. My hand slipped.â
âYeah, right. Youâre not slick.â
He doesnât dignify that with a retort. Instead, he floats aimlessly on his back. You press yourself to his toned body and silently hope he canât feel your hardened nipples.
âCan you bring me back to the edge?â
âI can.â
Just not the edge youâre thinking of.
âWill you?â
âEventually.â
Itâs spoken like a promise, a sweet sigh. You donât believe him for a second.
Once more, his hand dips lower than it should to rub against your bare pussy. You flinch out of your skin, sucking in a deep breath. His whimsical laughter is more grating than nails on a blackboard.
âOops.â
You want to throw yourself into the water, but that would risk giving him an unintentional show and thatâs the last thing you want. So you squeeze your eyes shut and, body taut, lie still.Â
âCan youâwill you tell me whatâs going on?â
âI will.â
You wait for him to continue, but he chooses to bask in the silence instead. If you werenât trapped in his embrace, youâd throttle him. Or try to, at least. Heâs all muscle in this form, and it would be so easy for him to subdue you if he felt so inclined. The result of a wrestling match with a moray isnât exactly in your favor.
Groaning in defeat, you play right into his game: âCan you tell me?â
âAllow me to show you.â
He propels himself backwards, his tail fin cutting smoothly through the water. Youâre taken from the shallows to the deepest end of the pool. His hands find your waist and, with startling ease, he helps you up so that youâre sat just above his slit. It brushes against your pussy every time you shift. Minding his claws, he digs his fingers into your thighs to keep you still. You hurry to cover yourself with your arms, hoping to preserve whatâs left of your decency.
âMany mers prefer spring and summer climates.â
âBecause the waterâs warmer?â
âThatâs part of it.â His hands crawl up your waist to close around your arms. Gently, he pulls them away from your chest. His eyes stick to your breasts, but you canât muster the courage to fight him. âThe water is warm and food is plentiful. The perfect time to find a willing mate.â
âSo this isâyouâre inâŚheat, basically?â
âItâs rather unbearable if left untreated.â
âYou say that like itâs an illnessâŚâ Shaking your head, you sigh and offer a sympathetic grimace. âIâm really sorry, but I donât think I can help. I donât know the first thing about moray mating!â
âI wouldnât say that. You possess all the proper equipment. Itâs merely a matter of body language, really. Think of it like dancing,â he assures, petting your inner thigh. You watch his fingers inch closer and closer to your pussy, and with an embarrassed gasp you place your hand over it. âWonât you be a dear friend and help a poor moray in need? I would be very grateful to have your assistance. In fact, I would be in your debt. Isnât that most advantageous?â
âNo way! Ask someone else.â
âI would if I could, but this isnât the type of issue one can treat so carelessly. Selecting a mate is of great importance in the sea.â
âSo go to the sea and do it.â
âWeâre already there.â He chuckles at the dubious glower you give him. âAs it happens, Octavinelleâs surrounding territory is entirely oceanic. How fortunate for us.â
âWhy does it have to be me?â
My dear pearl, I treasure you something fierce, but youâre wearing my patience painfully thin.
âWhy not?â
âDidnât you just say picking a mate is super special?â
He hums, wondering if youâre feigning ignorance for the sake of the situation or if youâre genuinely this lost. Itâs likely the latter. After all, you accepted his invitation to mate without even knowing it.
âItâs a special occasion, yes. Many mers have new partners every summer. Sometimes they remain and other times the tide carries them along, bringing in new opportunities with every changing season.â
âAnd finding the one who sticks is the goal?â
âFor some of us.â
âSo what about you?â You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious. âYouâre speaking for everyone but yourself, Jade.â
Jade flushes. Your perceptive words are pointed, stabbing through thick skin to reach his heart. It isnât often someone parts all of his curtains to peer at the truth.
âI would like that,â he admits, soft and sweet, almost demure. âSomeone who sticks, as youâve put it.â
You watch his face carefully, but thereâs no lie to find. With his pinched brow and shimmering coloration, so much so itâs as if heâs been set aflame, you steel your nerves. He brightens the dark pool with his light, a beacon on still waters. Jade looks right back. The eye contact is headyâmore hypnotic than a swaying pendulum. He waits for you to make the first move, as is customary in his courtship, but when you donât react he begins to suspect itâs the opposite for yours.
But then you find your voice. So words are valued in human courtship. I seeâŚ
âIf I help with this⌠W-What exactly happens? What does it mean?â
Jade knows his pearl isnât stupid, but sometimes he really has to wonder.
âIt meansââ he takes the hand that had been previously protecting your nudity and pulls it away, fingers intertwiningâ âwe would copulate like every animal does.â
âI⌠Iâm not sure.â
âIâll be very gentle.â
âStillâŚâ
âYou have my word.â
âI know. I understand. Butââ
âItâs my first time as well.â
You stare at him, astounded by the revelation. âReally?â
âIndeed. So I ask that you forgive my boorish insistence. Iâm usually very prepared for my season, so itâs a shock itâs come so early.â
âYeah, thatâs weird. I wonder if itâs because youâre a human. Maybe something with your transformation?â Your breath catches in your throat when he presses two slender fingers against your clit. âH-Hold on⌠If you touch thereââ
Jadeâs mismatched eyes sparkle when he looks at you, wet with tears. âPlease,â he murmurs, resting his head back against the water. âPlease, (Name)âŚâ
Youâve never known Jade to cry or beg outright, let alone utter that single word in such a submissive tone. Heâs so vulnerable, an image curated for this very occasion. Not that this is imperative information you absolutely must know.
With slumped shoulders, you glance elsewhere. âIâm not so sureâŚâ
Jade considers himself fortunate to have his wits about him, otherwise he would have already had you plastered to the pool tiles, his cock thrust up in your tight pussy.
âI understand my size in this form may seem rather intimidating, but Iâm still myself.â
âI know. ButâŚâ
âYou can lead. Iâll follow. Almost like a dance.â Taking hold of your hips, he rocks you back and forth as if youâre a doll. Your cunt brushes against his slit and, though it isnât nearly as euphoric as the actual ordeal, it still sends a wave of carnal relief washing over him. He hums pleasantly, gills fluttering. âMhm⌠Like so. Itâs simple, isnât it? Nothing to fear.â
You place your palms against his chest to brace yourself. A reedy breath shakes through you. Jade can see the gears turning. Andâohâhow he wishes to be able to poke around your head to understand what it is youâre working through. Heâs certain heâd be walking on air if he could hear your innermost monologues: To love or not to love Jade Leech⌠Or, at present, this would be a better and very humorous phrasing of your secret dialogue: To fuck or not to fuck Jade LeechâŚÂ
Even if you donât love him now, you will later. Just as all life in his terrariums inevitably blooms, so, too, will your affection for him. Patient and persistent care will get him far. Heâs sure of that.
You shiver above him, face scrunched and bottom lip bitten to muffle your musical moans. He doesnât bother hiding his very obvious enjoyment as he guides you along until, eventually, your hips move on their own accord. You grind down against his slit, panting wetly, and he watches your lashes flutter, beautiful like butterfly wings. He admires the divine softness of your nudity, picturesque like that of the Renaissance.
No matter how delicious you are on the eyes, how electrifying it is to have your body pressed to his, itâs still not enough. Jade has half a mind not to buck up to meet your dripping pussy halfway, even if his every sense is telling him he should. Too much force and heâd throw you off into the pool; thereâs no telling what heâd do if you were in the water, fully at his mercy. So he allows you to have your fun, deems it polite that you find your end first before he follows. He has to remind himself that youâre not a mer and, thus, you wonât find it very appealing if he succumbs to animalistic urges.
Humans like gentle creatures. Jade is not a gentle creature by nature, but he enjoys masquerading as one.
If it were up to Jade, he would have just taken you for himself ages ago. The minute you looked him in the eyes, he would have grabbed your face in both hands and yanked you up to smash his mouth to yours. And then youâd know thereâs more beyond that curtain of placidity.
But thatâs not the approach he wants to take.
What he really wants, right now and in this moment, more than anything, is to be inside you, pump you so full of himself that youâll feel bloated like a whale carcass. Sink his teeth in your throat and taste the blood puddling beneath. Chew you out like youâre nothing more than a squeak toy and heâs your wildly disobedient dog. Dig his claws into your thighs until red ribbons slide down broken skin and cloud the water.
Your yelp brings him back to the present. For a strained second, he thinks heâs hurt youâgone too far and chased you away before the game could even begin. But the source of your startled reaction is easy to pinpoint, for itâs currently prodding at your folds.
âW-Whatâs that?â you ask around another gasp.
More of Jadeâs prehensile cock wriggles free from the safety of his slit. He squeezes his eyes shut to collect himself, hissing through his teeth.
âMost mers are equipped withâmmhâwith both sets ofâŚanatomyâŚâ His mind is whirling. He canât finish that thought. Does it even matter? Youâll understand without the explanation. âIt wonât hurt⌠You can touch it.â
You shake your head andâsevens, youâre lucky he loves you so much or else he wouldnât have the foresight to be mindful of your inability to breathe underwater. What heâd give to take you below the surface and ignore the world passing aboveâto spend what little eternity he has rutting into you, tails twining, mouths meetingâŚ
âI shouldnât⌠T-Thatâs yourâŚthing.â
He wasnât sure you could get cuter, but you do. Surprises are endless with you. He could never tire of this.
âOf course it is. How else am I to copulate without it?â he replies smartly. âItâs called breeding season for a reason, my dear.â
You lift your hips slightly to avoid the tip searching for a home within your gummy depths. Panic paints itself on your face. âW-Wait! You canâtââ
âYou seemed to be enjoying yourself moments ago. I promise you this will feel even better once itâs inside.â
âThat was before Iâb-before youâŚâ You swallow thickly, stumbling over your tongue. âThereâs no way I canâit looksâŚtoo big.â
âAny size is going to seem so if youâve never taken it before.â
Jade presses two fingers inside your pussy and spreads it. Slick strings from the opening, coating his digits in your arousal. You stiffen and hide behind your hands.
Aah, if only I could devour you right here and now⌠Youâre just too adorable. Are you doing this on purpose?
âYou neednât fret. If my fingers slide in like so, then Iâm certain it will be the same for myââ
âI donât know how mers do it, but if itâs anything like humansâŚâ You shake your head again, adamant. âI donât wanna get pregnant.â
Thatâs unavoidable, he wants to say, but that would serve to scare you away.
âWeâre incompatible.â Even Iâm not certain of that, but it must be false if the mermaid princess could start a family with her human. âTherefore, the risk is nonexistent.â
âAre you sure?â
Not in the slightest.
âQuite.â
Apprehensive, you still refuse to lower yourself onto him. Heâs aching, desperate and near-deranged from waiting, and if he were still in his human form heâd be sweating out of his skin. Jade grabs your hips again and, somewhat forcefully, brings you down to meet his tip.
âPlease,â he stresses, putting on his best, most convincing pout. âPlease, (Name), wonât you help me? I fear I canât endure any more of this torture.â
You open your mouth, but a trembling breath slips out in place of a protest. Jadeâs cock presses against your pussy, gradually delving inside. You almost flop on top of him, the air knocked out of your lungs as he spears you open. Jade grits his teeth. His claws rake across your sides. He has to remain calm, but how can he do that when heâs finally inside you after months of fantasizing? He knows now that his hand could never act as a substitute for the real thing.
To think he was missing something as grand as this all along! No amount of warmth could ever compare to you. Youâre an angel whoâs just taken him to Heaven.
You gasp again when he slams you down without warning. âOohâŚâ
He heaves a shaky, satisfied sigh. Tears dot his lash line. Heâs never known relief so strong. It wraps tightly around his cock, squeezing like a vise. If not your mind, your body definitely agrees to this connection. Youâve taken him so well. Surely you wanted this all along. It was just convoluted courtship, a messy tangle of misunderstanding. You want him to knock you upâto stuff you over and over until you canât fit anything else.
Oh, if only he had eggs. If only he could give you a clutch.
Next time, he thinks, and he means it.
âSee?â he says, finding his voice. It comes out breathless, like heâs just been squeezed dry. Not yet. Soon, though. Heâs sensitive, and it betrays whatever image he hoped to curate by seeming unbothered. Youâre supposed to fall apart first, yet here he is on the verge of coming undone. âYouâve fit every inch. I surmise you could fit even more.â
âI donât want to!â You lift your body, but itâs a silly endeavor. His cock twitches and curves up against your walls. You and Jade groan in unison, your eyes squeezed shut. âWe shouldâve just gone toâhaaâProfessor Crewel and let him handle thisâŚâ
âMagical intervention would only pause the inevitable. These cycles are easier to manage as they happen. And thisââ he helps you grind down against him, to which you do with startling obedience (but then perhaps heâs just strong enough to manhandle and pretend itâs compliance)â âis the best medicine.â
His webbed hand closes around one of your breasts. Itâs soft and springy in his grasp. He pinches your nipple experimentally, and you clench around him.
âAh, do you like being touched here?â
âMmhâno⌠Not there. Donâtâooh!â
âOr perhaps here?â he asks, circling your clit.
âStopâyou canâtâŚâ
âBut I already am.â
You muster the energy to glare halfheartedly, but it soon unravels when he drags you up and down once more. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, every lewd, wet slap an addition to your cries. Jade wonders if this is what true inner peace is, for heâs never been more elated. So utterly, indescribably relieved.
Youâre just what he needs to weather this cruel winter.
Jadeâs mind, once so organized, is a chaotic scramble. Youâve always occupied a majority of his thoughts, but now youâre made front and center. Everything revolves around you at this moment. He even tries to sync his breathing with yours, if only to feel closer to you. As if this bodily connection isnât already close enough.
You happen to glance at him then. Thereâs a glaze to your gaze that wasnât there before. He admires the way it makes you lookâthe softness in your eyes and the subtle part of your lips. You appear so blissful while you rock yourself on his cock, dragging your hips in jerky motions. He doesnât think twice about the sloppy nature of your union, for he moves with a singular goal in mind.
He reaches without meaning to, searching for your heartbeat so that it can align with his, and you squeak in surprise when youâre pulled against his chest. Jadeâs reminded youâre not a mer when he tries to wrap his tail around your nonexistent one, feeling legs kick out instead. Just like that, ripples run across tranquil waters as youâre flipped over.
Ah. I was too hasty.
You break the surface, coughing and spluttering. He mourns the disconnect immediately, yearning for your warmth again. When he comes up to join you, heâs met with a splash.
âA-At least warn me before you do that!â You mumble the rest of your disappointment, but Jadeâs keen ears pick it up anyway. âI didnât even get to finishâŚâ
Jade chuckles and wipes water from his eyes. His face is bright, burning with joy. âMy apologies. I may have gotten carried away.â
âObviously.â You huff. âNow can you bring me to the edge?â
He winds around you. âIt would be my pleasure.â
Youâre pressed against the pool wall, legs spread and wrapped around his waist. He braces himself on either side of you, his fingers curling around the ledge. With how strong his grip is, itâs a shock the tiles havenât cracked under the pressure. You avoid his stare while he pushes in. He listens to your breath stutter, and thatâs all it takes to shatter his self-control. He draws away, savors the confusion polluting the air, and then snaps his hips forward to fill you with every inch of his strange, inhuman cock. A strangled moan rips from your throat and you throw your head back, deflating flatly against the floor.
Jadeâs brows knit together. He bows his head, gasping into your neck. His teeth are centimeters from unmarked flesh. He wants to bite you, but the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped around his cock is so distracting. He thinks he might faint. It feels too good. So warm. So wet. So tight. Is this really what humans feel like on the inside? Are they always so soft? He feels boneless as he rolls his hips, numb and dumb, mindless like an animal.
Thatâs really all heâs ever been: an animal enthralled, his sights forever locked on you. Heâd do anything to get you to look at him.
Your arms snake around him, and you cling so sweetly, your nails scraping at his back, that he almost cums right then. Your voice is in his ears, wanton and whispery.
âJ-Jade⌠Aah, JadeâŚâ You hold firmly, unyielding, and chant his name like itâs something holy. âOh, please, Jade!â
You were so averse before. Now look at you. Youâre so cute. The cutest, in fact. I want to make you mine and lock you away forever. Your voice, your body, your smile, your everything⌠It would be mine to admire. A fascination reserved specially for me.
âIt doesnât hurt, does it?â he asks, tracing your cheek with a claw.
A fond smile graces his face. You blink up at him. Tears track down your cheeks, but he knows they arenât woeful. Youâre enjoying this just as much as he is. You want him. You like him. You have no choice.
âFeels fullâŚâ
âDoes it?â
âMhm.â
That angelic smile fades into something wicked and proud. Full. Youâre full. Full of him and, very soon, full of as many loads as he cares to give.
His hand dips between your bodies to nudge at your clit. You choke around a bawdy moan. If he fools himself, he imagines your parted lips are mirroring the same invitation he voiced to you earlier. Maybe it really is. Maybe youâve finally understood this facet of his language.Â
Hypnotized, Jade watches your lips. He doesnât even register heâs leaning in. You struggle somewhat, but he just kisses you harshly. His tongue slithers past your lips to explore the insides of your mouth, prodding at the back of your throat until youâre digging your nails into his shoulders.
I love you. I love you. I love you and need you and want you. Youâre all mine. Finally mine.
Saliva dribbles from your lips when he pulls back. His eyes are blown wide.
All mine.
When he leans in for another kiss, this one more dizzying than the last, he presses his hips to yours, aiming to get as close to your womb as possible. He needs to. Needs to be deeply acquainted with your insides. Needs to flood your empty womb with enough cum to guarantee pregnancy. Needs to knock you up and watch you swell with his child so that youâll be even softer than you are now. Oh, the beauty of it all is too tantalizing! Youâd look so cute, maternity wear stretched taut around your gravid belly. And your tits would grow fat and heavy with milk. He can already picture it: Youâd fluster when you leak through your shirt, even more so when he takes your teat in his mouth and drinks his fill. He wonders if youâd call him gross, a pervert, a freak⌠Would you do so if he asked?
Would you hate him if you knew all of the depraved fantasies that flit around in his head?
Maybe. The lack of linear clarity excites him. Endless possibilities. He wants to know all of them.
He wants toâ
With a wheeze, he cums quick and hard, lashes fluttering and vision whiting out. Your body flinches beneath him, caught in the throes of pleasure as you, too, ride out an orgasmic wave.
He comes to moments later, his heart racing, and rests his forehead against yours.
âThatâsâŚit, right?â you mumble, running your fingers through matted hair. âItâs over, isnât it?â
Jade tries a shy smile. âOn the contrary, weâre only just beginning. A merâs season isnât over until theyâve emptied everything, heart and soul, into their mate.â
Can he really call his dick his heart and soul? Maybe. It sickens him with a wild delight.
No matter how many rounds, heâs going to love you until youâre thoroughly worn out.
You donât have a choice.
But then you already love him, donât you?
You will by the end of this.
And suddenly he doesnât feel so bad anymore. Suddenly, heâs no longer embroiled in the sticky shackles of winter woes.
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Planets & Nakshatras observation on looks and traits
(applicable for spouse analysis)

Mars ruled Nakshatras: Mrigashira, Chitra, Dhanishta
The skin will have a pinkish/reddish undertone.
They can have cuts/scars/marks on the face (representing their fighting spirit).
Men are prone to anger issues (except for Chitra, cuz it lies in Libra, so they have good controle over their anger)
Women are usually restless or even anxious, especially in Virgo Chitra and Mrigashira.
Saturn ruled Nakshatras: Pushya, Anuradha, Uttara Bhadrapada
If Moon is in these Nakshatras then women can be seen wearing corsettes/shapewear or very tight clothes often, bcuz Saturn represents restrictions.
Saturn also represents ink and metals and in these Nakshatras a person can have tattoos and piercings, but a trigger planet for that would be Mars bcuz Mars rules over wounds and cuts. So Mars in these Nakshatras can very likely result in tattoos and piercings.
Purva Bhadrapada Nakshatra:
If you go back to my previous posts you will find about the foot injury trait of Purva Bhadrapada. I have seen this play out so many times that this Nakshatra will give some type of foot injuries, and prominently on the left foot. Justin Bieber has the planet Sun placed in his 7th house in the D9 chart and it is in the Nakshatra of Purva Bhadrapada. Sun is linked to performing arts, Hailey used to dance Ballet until she injured her left foot. You see how planets in Nakshatras inside the 7th house of the Navamsa can play out.
Also another thing I have noticed in this Nakshatra is the lip shape, they can have a pouty rectangular shaped lower lip. And women here somehow give off "island girl" vibes.
They can also have precognitive dreams, because they are very in tune with their higher self.
Rohini Nakshatra:
They love to wear oversized, baggy clothes and quality materials, because of Moon's influence, they love comfort. On the other hand they may also love to display their appealing physique.
They also love branded luxury items: cars, watches, clothes, perfumes. And they love food a lot, they can eat a lot (with Saturn influence they can be cautious and go on diets).
Also after eating food they will get tired, because of the Venus and Moon influence.
And they will always end up having no fixed work schedule in their career.
They can also become the most achieving at a young age, compared to their workmates.
DK planet or 7th lord in Rohini can give a spouse with sining and dancing abilities, Hailey Bieber has Moon DK/7th lord of D9 in Rohini. (Planets like Sun, Moon, Mercury and Mars can give that as talents, Jupiter could make someone a teacher in that area and Saturn could give it as a career).
Moon influence:
Moon connected to any spouse placements or 7th house can give musical talents in the spouse.
Moon in the 7th house can also either give a cat like appearance to the spouse or a bunny like appearance. Both animals are symbolically connected to Moon, cats are connected because of the hightened intuition and bunnies are connected by the chinese folklore of the moon goddess who's companion is the bunny/rabbit.
Mars influence:
Having Mars as DK/7th lord can indicate a spouse who might be a soldier/police/athlete just anything physical movement related.
Saturn in Rohini:
This combination can cause consumption of Whiskey to enhance creativity. A person will love to drink to feel relaxed and sing and dance. If Mercury influence is also there as well it can amplify this even more.
Saturn in Rohini can also result in dryness, skinnyness, lack of water in the body, dry/flaky skin and acne or other skin irritations. But therefor a person will be very disciplined in following a quality skin care rountine.
Ketu Ruled Nakshatras: Ashwini, Magha, Mula
Will have out-of-body experiences/precognitive dreams/sleep paralysis
They can be very interested in ancient history/culture/scriptures. They're all about the past and the root of things. They may love to dig under the ground, that's why Magha especially can make someone an archeologist or historian or even a teacher.
Also Magha is strongly connected with royalty/royal lineage. They may not be considered a royalty but counting a number of generations back, their ancestors might have been powerful individuals.
In these Nakshatras a person will let their hair grow out. Because hair is linked with roots. And Ketu is all about the roots, because it's the tail of the dragon, the tail represents the underground while Rahu, the head of the dragon represents the sky. So Ketu ruled Nakshatras will keep their hair long, it makes them feel spiritually connected to their past lives. There is something they cannot let go of from their past lives.
Revati Nakshatra:
Another Nakshatra which is connected to royal lineage. (same as Magha here also).
If a man has his DK/7th lord/Venus in this Nakshatra, his wife can be taller than him.
They love to travel and their travel journeys will be comfortable, without any kind of major complications.
They will also be very successful outside of their home country.
With Venus here, a person will find their spouse in a foreign country or move to a foreign country after marriage for their spouse. The spouse can also be someone who travels a lot or is successful overseas. Or a person will travel a lot with their spouse.
Rohini, Mrigashira & Ashlesha Nakshatra (snake yoni or symbol):
As the Ascendant/DK/7th lord/Venus natives will always attract strong Rahuvian people.
They have very intense and hypnotic eyes. Either dark and big or bright and slender. If their eye color is dark they may tend to wear light colored contacts, which can give their eyes a snake like appearance.
Ashleshas will be lisping.
Swati Nakshatra:
They can jump very high and run very fast, they love being in the air/speeding through the air, because the deity is Vayu, he rules over the air (Rahu ruled Nakshatra-Sky connection).
Venus in Swati can make a person have a love for the sky in a creative way, also can give singing abilities, because music is carried through the air, they can also have a love for good sports shoes (for jumping) or high platform shoes (Venus-fashion & Rahu heights). But these can also apply to the spouse, because Venus generally represents the spouse.
Swati can make a person be a fanatic for extreme sports related to heights like mountain climbing, bungee jumping and sky diving. Mars and Venus here can also make a person excel in martial arts and music.
Also they just can't stay still, they are always moving, and can't keep still for a second. They look like they can jump off any second.
I will do more of these observations for the other Nakshatras that are left.
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an actor!javier peĂąa x f!screenwriter!reader one shot
RATING: Explicit (18+) | WORD COUNT: 4.7k PAIRING: Javier PeĂąa x f!Reader CW: this be fluff, don't worry. reader is mid 30s. I've made up so much bullshit about the film industry/movie sets that is 100% grossly incorrect, I'm so sorry.
SUMMARY: Your best-selling novel is being turned into a Hollywood blockbuster. Ordered to tweak some awkward lines with the lead actor, you've got no clue that the Javier PeĂąa is a massive fan of the source material. He has no idea that the script doctor Stechner just sent to babysit him is the author of his favorite book.
But you're both about to find out.
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With a nod, youâre gone. Out into the sprawl of white-doored trailers parked in the lot outside the studio. From above they must look like little Lego blocks laid out on an asphalt mat, but from where youâre standing they menace like a jaw of crooked, layered teeth. So far youâve mercifully been kept away from the talent, allowing you to remain invisible to all except the temperamental director who asks you to fiddle with lines until they sing just the right noteâitâs been nice. Quiet. It seems that protection has met its end.
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Kitchen
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Xavier in the kitchen was almost a disaster waiting to happenâno exaggeration. He had a knack for forgetting to turn off the stove or neglecting to set a timer, leaving his meals charred and inedible more often than not. While eliminating Wanderers with effortless precision was second nature to him, cooking seemed to be his weakness. Typically, Xavier gravitated toward quick, easy mealsâcup noodles, ready-to-eat optionsâand never fussed over what he ate.
Despite his mishaps, he genuinely put in the effort to learn, committing to recipes and working to improve. With time, practice, and a few burned pans later, he eventually became efficient in the kitchen. Once he mastered the basics, he started preparing large meals, focusing on quantity so youâd never be short of options, making sure you had plenty of your favorites to choose from.
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Zayne embodied the perfect image of husband material. Though his job as a Linkon doctor kept him busy with back-to-back surgeries and long hours at the hospital, he never failed to make time for youâespecially if you were craving his cooking. Despite his demanding schedule, he made it a priority to prepare meals whenever he came home, often late into the night, just to see your face lit up with each bite.
Zayne was meticulous in the kitchen, his precise nature extending from surgery to the ingredients he handled. Aside from his disdain for carrots, he had an impressive knowledge of different vegetables and how to bring out their natural flavors in every dish. Whether he was baking or cooking, he always followed the recipes to a tee, ensuring every detail was perfect, particularly when trying something new. His care and precision in the kitchen mirrored the way he treated youâattentive, thoughtful, and deeply considerate.
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Rafayel may come off as bratty and spoiled, but beneath that exterior, he harbored surprising culinary talent. It wasnât something he flaunted, considering that most of his meals were either prepared by Thomas, brought or ordered online. But when the mood struck him, Rafayel could whip up a dish with flair, though he often relied on instructions and recipes to guide him. His creativity shined through, however, as he loved experimenting and adding his personal touch to any recipe.
You were always his first taste-tester, the one heâd eagerly present his latest creation toâsometimes a surprisingly delicious innovation, other times an odd combination that left you questioning his choices.
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Sylus, much like Zayne, could easily be considered husband material, though he typically didnât need to lift a finger in the kitchen thanks to his personal chef. Yet, when the occasion called for it, Sylus was more than capable of preparing a meal. Confident and knowledgeable, he rarely consulted recipes, instead relying on his sharp memory and expertise.
While patience wasnât his strong suit, he made an exception when you were involved. If you were there to taste his dish, Sylus would put his full effort into crafting a meal that catered to your palate, making sure each seasoning and flavor hit the right notes. For someone who thrived on power and control, cooking was one of the few activities where he allowed himself to slow down, focusing intently on every detail. After all, he wanted it to be perfect for you.
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I'll be working on some requests (specifically a continuation of Grief) by next week since preliminaries are approaching soon, I'll be off from writing for a few days.
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baby trapping (vol. 3) - nanami kento
pairing: nanami kento x fem!readerrating:Â 18+ summary:Â Nanami, Nanami, Nanami. Always such the gentleman. He brought you flowers, he drove you home from work. He was almost husband material! Except three months ago you rejected his proposal and since then he had been trying to get you pregnant.
So far had had been unsuccessful. tags:Â smut, pwp, baby-trapping, love hotels, dark themes, breeding/pregnancy kink, love hotels, unprotected smut
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Nanami, Nanami, Nanami. Always such a gentleman. He brought you flowers, he drove you home from work. He was almost husband material! Except three months ago you rejected his proposal and since then he had been trying to get you pregnant.
So far it had not been successful.
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The blond drove to your work in the expensive car he owned. He was on his way to pick you up from the dead-end job you somehow loved. He thought your talents could be useful elsewhere. Like the importat role of a stay-at-home mother to two beautiful children. But he hoped you'd at least have four children. Make the large empty house he owned into a home.
But you were so determined to be a young professional. You wanted to be working in an office. You wanted to go out for drinks and have a good time. There was a lot you wanted to do before you settled down. But Nanami was tired of waiting.
If you wouldn't accept his ring, then you'd have to accept his baby. Or rather babies.
You left work on time and met Nanami in the parking garage. You spotted the expensive car right away and quickly headed over to him. Your heart was in your throat as you got closer. You had a deep love for Nanami, you thought he was so perfect.
You were under the impression that he took the rejection well and was going to wait till you were most established at work before you got married! You got to the car and happily knocked on the passenger window then waved at him.
He smiled at you before he unlocked the door and opened it for you. His eyes darted to your legs where you gave him a flash of your panties under your business skirt. The sight made him tighten his grasp on the steering wheel.
He soon patted you on the thigh before he watched you buckle yourself in. He leaned over to kiss you on the lips, âI was thinking, maybe, we could check into a hotel before dinner.â He placed a hand on your thigh, âI've been thinking of you all day and I don't think you want to be fucked in a resturant bathroom. I know you love a nice bed.â He softly chuckled before he tucked hair behind your ear, âHow does that sound?â
You cupped his face as he gazed at you, âNanami.â You giggled, âAm I really that irresistible?â
He leaned in for another kiss, the way a dutiful boyfriend was, and replied, âYes, you know I look at you and can't get enough.â Then kissed you once me. His hand grazed your inner thigh briefly before he pulled away. He watched you nod to his earlier question before he put the car into drive and headed off towards the nearest love hotel.
The hotel was nice, it blended rather nicely into the other buildings in the neighborhood. It wasn't hard to get a room and before you knew it, you were being tossed onto the bed like a rag doll.
He grabbed you by the hair as he pulled you in for another searing kiss. His cock twitched in his slacks at the thought of your beautiful form. You would be so beautiful pregnant, round with his child.
You would be so perfect with tender breasts filled with milk, a sore back and a heavy belly. He believed you'd be happier as his wife, he didn't know what got into your head about being stuck working at a job that would get you nowhere!
But you were so simple at times, sometimes women couldn't see the bigger picture. It wasn't your fault, Nanami would help you with that. He started to unbutton the front of your blouse.
  âYou look amazing.â He said, âYou look more beautiful than anyone else on this earth.â He could feel the heat in his face as he exposed your breasts to him, âFuck.â
You looked away, âThey're not that impressive, Nanami.â
He kissed down your neck, âIt's more than impressive. It's perfect.â Then he started to leave marks on your skin and down to the tops of your breasts. He felt you start to loosen his tie.
He didn't let you throw it off the bed. He wrapped it in his left hand while he continued to give all his attention to your breasts. The marks were dark and could be seen easily. The notion of having his marks on you made you wet.
  âNanami.â
  âYou're perfect.â He rubbed his clothed cock up against your clothed pussy. You could feel the weight of his erection against you, âLet me take control tonight. Don't worry. I'll keep you safe.â
  âNan-â
  âTrust me.â He said softly. It was time to put his plan into action. Make you unsuspecting of him orgasming deep inside of you. To fill you with his cum until there was zero choice but to get pregnant.
All it took was one cell to find home with another. The thought aroused him, he didn't have to be sneaky with holes in the condom. He could easily impregnate you tonight, all you had to do was put your full trust into him.
You looked up into his eyes, there was a look of worry. There was even a crease in your brow that he smoothed out with his thumb. He smiled at you softly. Play the sheep until he could become the wolf.
  âAlright, honey.â You said as you reached to unzip your skirt, âI trust you. I'll always trust you.â Then gave him a broad smile as you unzipped the article of clothing.
He looked at you for a moment, there was a glint in his eye that you couldn't put into words. But it made an unfamiliar feeling rise up in you. Your heart raced as you both got undressed.
His gaze was tense, he wanted to see every curve on you. You wondered what he was thinking about as he observed you. But you would've never guessed it was the idea of getting you pregnant. To trap you with his baby.
He knew better than you, he knew what you needed. And that was a Nanami brat running around. And if he was lucky there would be multiples. He put the tie over your eyes, âTrust me.â And you had no choice but to trust him.
  âYou brought a condom right?â
He chuckled softly, âOf course I did, the thin ones. Just the way you like it.â He dipped his hand between your bare thighs and touched along your pussy. His thumb brushed against your clit and you shuddered. He smirked to himself, such a vulnerable young woman. So gentle and sweet.
You'd make the perfect wife for him. He wondered if they sold wedding dresses for women who already had their honeymoons. He smirked, knowing you wouldn't see it.
He played with you gently. You got more wet the more he played with you. Your hands dug into the sheet on the bed.
Maybe this wasn't the ideal place to make a baby, but it would have to do. He'd make sure the delivery was somewhere nicer. Maybe at home where he could take care of you. The thought made his cock bob, he may be a pervert but at least he could take out all the sexual frustration out on his soon-to-be wife.
  âI'm going to move you now, my love.âHe said with his voice close to your ear.
You nodded, âOkay, honey.â Then felt yourself being put on all fours. You dropped your front half into the soft pillows and kept your hips up so he could reach you. You wiggled your ass to entice him. Which was soon followed by a harsh slap. You made a small âeepâ noise from the pain but it only made your pussy wetter.
  âSuch a beautiful sight.â He said, âI love you, I want you more than anything. I look at you and think of no one else. You're mine, my love. All mine.â His words made your heart flutter.
He rubbed your cheeks as he got behind you. His grip was rough which made you roll your hips in an attempt to get out of it. But there was no escaping him.
  âNanami.â You whimpered.
  âWhat did I say? You need to listen, I need you to trust me. Be a good girl and spread those legs a little more. I want to see your beautiful pussy.â He was excited that his plan was working. That you so easily fell into it. It was as if it were destiny that you were meant to get pregnant tonight. And if not tonight, then he'd keep trying until you ended up with a child.
He situated himself behind him and he reached between your legs to your stomach which he playfully touched. His cock leaked pre-cum from his imagination going wild over the idea of you pregnant with his child.
He shakily exhaled to compose himself before he pulled his hand away to hold onto your hip while he guided his hardened cock into you. He groaned out loud as he felt your heat consume him.
  âHoney!â You whimpered, âYou're so big. I can feel it so deep!â You gripped onto the pillow under your head as you tried to relax. His size was impressive and you knew it was his even without seeing.
You held onto the pillows and moaned into them. You knew the rooms were soundproof but you were worried about being too loud. The sound of sex filled the room as he started to move.
  âPlease, honey! Ah, it feels so good!â You whimpered as you held onto the bed to keep yourself steady. Your heart was racing as he thrusted up into you.
  âDoes it feel good?â He asked, he smiled to himself. The idea of you succumbing to pleasure. You just let him finish inside of you, get you pregnant and become his wife. It was a dream for him.
  âIt feels amazing!â You moaned as you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts. You held onto the pillows tightly as he started to move faster. Your heart was racing and you knew your face was flushed. You panted heavily into the covers.
  âGood, good." He said softly to himself as he kept thrusting up into you. Your pussy clenched around him as he kept going. The feeling was erotic, it made his whole body warm. To be so close to you.
He wanted you so badly, he adored you. He was obsessed with you. He wanted to make sure that no one else could ever have you. His breathing became heavier as he moved.
The whole room grew hotter with each passing moment. Two people together, creating something beautiful even if one person didn't know it yet. The bed creaked under you as your bodies moved.
You felt hot all over as you two fucked in the centre of the bed. You panted heavily into the pillows as you tried to keep up. The feeling was amazing, it was like mini sparks were going through you. Your gut twisted with excitement over being so intimate with him.
He was a perfect lover.
Your head became cloudy the closer you got to orgasm. You felt like you were running off hormones as you felt so close to climax. You held on tightly as arched your back as you came. You groaned into the pillows, your voice was loud and almost got stuck in your throat from the feeling of the blond's cock so deep inside of you.
  âI love you, honey.â He said. 'you're all mine, wife,' he added in his head as he watched you go limp on the bed. He pulled you up by the hips and fucked into you even harder.
He was thrilled that he could finish inside of you. Your head was so fuzzy you'd barely noticed if he came with zero protection. It was simply nature telling you it was time to be a mother.
With one more hard thrust, he finished inside of you. He held onto your hips tightly as he gave a final thrust. He leaned a little to make sure that all of it got to its intended destination. He could feel his blond hair sticking to his forehead. He felt hot all over as he pulled out and laid down beside you.
You rolled into his arms, your mind was still blank from the intense orgasm you had. You didn't notice the cum that was oozing out of your poor cunt, but that would be cleaned up soon. As when Nanami came to, he made sure to clean up any trace that he finished inside of you.
You'd know what he did when that test came back positive. He wiped your clean, even the sweat on your forehead. He kissed the warmed skin. He had broken your mind with an intense orgasm and hopefully impregnated you.
The thought made him smile as he said, âLet's get you in the shower.â As he approached you. He had to be a husband and father now, which meant protecting what was his.
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  âThat's it.â He moaned, âThat's it.â His wedding ring gleamed in the afternoon light, âWe have to be quick before Misao wakes up.â
You held onto his chest as you rode his cock. Your heavy breasts bounced as did your swollen belly. Two babies in two years, it could almost be a record.
Nanami rubbed your swollen middle, âMy beautiful wife. All mine.â And you moaned in response. His cock twitched inside of you. This was all he ever wanted, but he'd only be truly satisfied with more than four children. He really wondered if he could break the record within a few years.
Either way, you'd only grow more beautiful. His beautiful wife, at home and caring for the growing home. Just as he wanted it.
xoxo, UăťxăťU
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I wanna dance with somebody
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 22
Prompt: Sports
Rated: T
CW: some vague mentions of Eddieâs boner
Tags: No UD AU; Meet cute; Good neighbor Eddie Munson; Dancer Steve Harrington
Notes: @thefreakandthehair, @sourw0lfs, @devondespresso - SPORTS! GO, SPORTS!!!
Wanna see dancer!Steve stretch (and Eddie have a horny meltdown)? Check out the artwork done by @house-of-the-moving-image!!

Itâs still half dark and freezing outside as Eddie parks the van in front of the dancing school.
âShit, weâre running late,â Max curses and bends down to straighten her neon-colored leg warmers for the twentieth time. âJust because you couldnât find your stupid car keys.âÂ
âThat all you gotta say?â Eddie huffs, but all it gets him is that bewildered brow quirk she always does when heâs being dumb. âHow about Sorry for waking you at ass oâclock, Eddie? Thank you for driving me, Eddie? Youâre the best neighbor in the world, Eddie?âÂ
She scoffs at him. âEw, are you always that desperate for validation? Pathetic.âÂ
Eddie gawks after her as she opens the passenger door and gets out to retrieve her duffel from the backseat. That little gremlin! He shouldâve closed the door in her face, left her standing out in the snow.Â
Except, it all rang a little too close to home. The way she huddled on his porch, arms wrapped around her too-thin jacket, face set in a disappointed scowl. The way she barked at him to drive her to dance class because her mom had been home late and wouldnât wake up. He knows sheâs been taking odd jobs around the trailer park to pay for the classes, knows it's the one thing during the week she looks forward to. Also knows that her mom is too out of it to care half of the time. Knows how that feels.Â
Thereâs no way he couldâve denied her.Â
The problem is, sheâs perfectly aware of that.Â
âYou coming?âÂ
Sheâs eyeing him expectantly through the open back door of the van. Eddie waves her off, fumbles for his cigarettes in his pocket. Realizes he forgot them. Shit.Â
ââs okay, Iâll just wait out here in the car.âÂ
She rolls her eyes so hard her entire head sways with the motion. âDonât be a moron, they have heating and a lounge inside. Câmon.âÂ
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The inside of the dancing school is basically just one long hall with a floor-to-ceiling mirror front at one end. Thereâs a counter in one corner and two mismatched sofas with a pile of old magazines opposite that. Max makes a dash for the gaggle of girls doing warm-ups on the dance floor, even though thereâs no instructor in sight yet.Â
âOh hey, can I help you?âÂ
Eddie blinks. A guy has just materialized behind the counter - though the truth probably is that he was crouched out of sight to retrieve the boombox in his hands. He puts it on the countertop, cocks his head at Eddie, which makes a few strands of floofy chestnut hair fall in front of his wireframe glasses, and oh fuck, heâs cute!Â
âAdult classes donât start until noon, but-âÂ
Eddie barks a laugh and saunters closer.Â
âYeah, no. Iâm just here to drop off little Red.â
He jerks his head at the dance floor. Cutie follows the movement and his face breaks into a smile so full of genuine delight, Eddie wants to cuddle him. Or maybe bite him. Maybe both.Â
âOh, Max,â says Cutie. âYou her brother?âÂ
Eddie snorts. âNah, just a neighbor. Her mom was ⌠indisposed.âÂ
âHuh,â Cutie says. Quirks an eyebrow. Somehow manages to put an entire unspoken verdict into that little noise and gesture. âSheâs real talented, yâknow?âÂ
Eddie shuffles in his place, unsure about what to do with that information. âUm, yeah?âÂ
Cutie nods, eyes darting over at Max, whoâs dropping into a painful-looking split in front of the mirror, and shit, when did she learn that?Â
âYeah. I think sheâs got potential. Plus, sheâs really come out of her shell these past few weeks. So thanks for driving her.âÂ
âOh, erm âŚâ Eddie makes, pulls a strand of hair in front of his face to hide his incoming flush. âNo problem, dude, not like I had-âÂ
âSteve!â Max hollers, and they flinch apart. Eddie didnât even notice how theyâve both drifted into each otherâs space, Cutieâs elbows bracketed on the counter and himself just swaying ever-so-slightly closer. âYou done flirting, or what? We shouldâve started three minutes ago!âÂ
Cutie - whoâs name is Steve, apparently - takes off his glasses and winks at Eddie. Fucking winks at him. It goes ridiculously well with the pretty pink blush thatâs blooming high in his cheekbones.Â
âSorry,â he mutters, raising his arms over his head and bending at the hip, does a silly little stretch. âDuty calls.âÂ
Then, he smoothes his hair out of his forehead and steps around the counter, pressing the Play button on the boombox.Â
âOkay, ladies, here we go! One song for warm-up, just move around the room however you like, feel the music.âÂ
Some atrocious, boppy pop number starts to blare through the room, but Eddie hardly processes it. Heâs too preoccupied by the sight in front of him.Â
Legs.Â
And an ass.Â
Legs and an ass in fucking tights. They hug Steveâs form like a second skin, bringing out every muscle, and Christ, thereâs a lot to bring out! Guy looks like one of these ancient Greek marble statues - if marble statues wore fucking Tears for Fears shirts and could balance on their tippy toes and do leaps and spins in perfect sync with the music, all with flawless core tension and a seemingly effortless smile.Â
Eddie thinks he may need to step out. Take a breather. Throw himself crotch-first into the nearest snowdrift, maybe.Â
Instead, he takes two shaky steps backwards and collapses on top of the nearest sofa, grabs a random magazine from the pile and fans it open in his lap to hide his very unfortunate predicament.Â
Itâs Good Housekeeping.Â
Steve spins by, catches his eye and winks again.Â
Eddie turns back to the magazine. Cool, fine, he always wanted to know about the ten best apple pie recipes to delight your loved ones with.Â
He does hope this magazine is sturdy, or he might just tear through it.
Part 2
All my holiday drabbles
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Frequently Asked Questions
Hi friends, I've decided to turn my ask box off for a while. This is not in response to any specific ask or any drama, I just can't keep up right now, and I continually feel guilty receiving asks I don't have the energy to answer. I've decided that guilt is not so great for my mental health right now, so I'm taking a wee break and figured I'd post some answers to some of the questions I receive the most.
Snippets and Spoilers can be found here.
Note: Due to AI thievery, TLE is currently locked. You must log in to AO3 to read. It is NOT deleted.
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When will TLE3 be released?
I don't have an exact date, but it probably won't be in 2025. I am giving myself the space and time to write TLE3 at my own pace and pleasure, and I plan to have a full draft finished before I start publishing on AO3. I promise when it's ready, you'll be the first to know.
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Can I print TLE?
Please do not print TLE using any commercial printing service, as this is not legal (at least in the US, which is where I am). If you are printing and binding it yourself solely for personal use and in a manner that is 100% in compliance with copyright law â aka no one at any point in the process can make any money off of it â then I personally am fine with it (and very honored!). However, I cannot give approval for anything that infringes copyright law in any way. Thank you for understanding! I don't want to be sued!
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Can I translate/create a podfic/create fanart for TLE?
I would be so unbelievably honored! I give a blanket approval for translations, podfics, and fanart, and I'm so, so touched that you would take the time to do this. I just ask that you ONLY post to AO3* and to please mark it as a related work so it's linked to the original. I may be slow to approve the AO3 email linking the fics, but I promise I will! Thank you!!
*except fanart, obviously. Do whatever you want with that. Although if you post it on tumblr, I would LOVE to see it. <3
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Are you on any other social media sites?
No. I am ONLY on Tumblr, AO3, and the TLE discord. I donât even use social media in my personal life, so don't try to find me! I'm not there!
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Do you have fanfic recommendations?
Iâm sorry, but I am not a good resource for this. I haven't actually read much fanfic as I spend most of my limited free time writing it. However, I always recommend checking out @jilyawards for a fantastic collection of the incredible talent in this fandom over the years.
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Do you take requests for one shots/other fics?
No, sorry. I have my hands more than full with TLE.
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Do you take suggestions for the plot of TLE?
No, sorry. I have the story pretty tightly plotted from beginning until the (very) end, and while I occasionally swerve down new creative alleys, Iâm very committed to sticking to my original plan.
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Is [super specific spoilery thing] going to happen in TLE?
You are of course welcome to ask, but I am almost certainly going to shout âSPOILERS!â and run away cackling.
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You say this is a canon fic but [super specific thing that I donât agree with] is included. What gives?
For the purposes of TLE, âcanonâ means the original seven books. Everything else is dressing. I do include as canon a lot of the lore JKR provided in interviews while the books were being published (for example, James being a Chaser), however I tend to view all post-book authorial additions as mostly optional. I do use a fair amount of Pottermore in my story, but I do not keep up with new HP material, so itâs impossible to stay up to date with everything. For example, I tweaked the Animagus process somewhat to my liking as opposed to what is described in Pottermore. This is partly because I already had my version sketched out before that was published, and mostly because I did not like what was given on Pottermore.
I do not consider any of the films canon. If this alleged HBO show happens, I will not consider that canon. Video game? Not canon. I also simply do not know what the words âCursed Childâ mean, as I am pretty sure this is from an alternate timeline in which I do not exist. Tra la la. :)
All of this to say: The seven books are the framework. However, I feel pretty strongly that within that framework there is room for many, many interpretations â particularly with regards to the Marauders era, about which we know so little. Just because my headcanon or characterization is different from yours (or vice versa!) doesnât make it less canon. Similarly, just because something is not explicitly described in the seven books, doesnât mean it is against canon for it to have happened in the background, unnoticed by Harry, or before the timeline of the seven books starts. See: Wolfstar.
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Wait, thereâs wolfstar in TLE?
Yes. There will be wolfstar in the series. I did tag it from day one, please stop sending me shocked and horrified messages! (lol) Because people have such strong feelings about this ship, I always feel the need to give my little disclaimer: There will be wolfstar. Personally, I love it and am excited to write it. However, if you are a fan of exclusively fluffy, happy wolfstar, you might be disappointed. If you are interested in exploring the fraught, occasionally toxic relationship between two angsty, repressed, and deeply traumatized young men during an escalating warâŚstrap in, gird your loins, etc. We're gonna have some fun.
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Why do you have two blogs?
Because I'm dumb. Because I didnât know how tumblr worked when I started this whole nonsense and thought that a side blog sounded like a good ideaâŚaaaaand then pretty much immediately regretted it. This was back before you could reply from a sideblog, so everything was a mess. I'm an archivist at heart, so I can't bring myself to delete @chdarling-tle but I almost exclusively use @chdarling these days. Feel free to only follow that one, unless you only want chapter updates and none of my silly reblogs, in which case @chdarling-tle is here for you. Otherwise it's pretty dead over there.
(ok, confession: this actually isn't a frequently asked question at all, but I shoved it in here anyway because the two blog thing annoys the shit out of me and I wanted to give some context for my disorganization. I meant well, once upon a time!!!)
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Do you have a Patreon?
Iâm amazed and flattered that Iâve been asked this enough to include it in an FAQ, but no, I do not. While I am so appreciative that people want to support this project, TLE is a work of fanfiction, created entirely out of and for love, and is in no way a commercial endeavor. I do not make a penny off of this project. I almost certainly lose pennies to this project. But that's okay! Because of the aforementioned love! And, once again, my deep and enduring desire to not be sued!
(One day I do hope to share some original writing, and if you feel so compelled, you may absolutely pay me for that, but I'm not quite there yet. đ)
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Ok but seriously when will TLE3 be released?

(sorry I couldn't resist)
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Ok that's all I can think of right now. Thank you so much as always for your enthusiasm and support. My closed ask box is in no way a commentary on my appreciation for this community, I'm just very, very tired.
lots of love, CH
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Nimble-fingered.
Rating: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) Summary: Vash is good with his hands. Like, really good with his hands. Pairing: Vash the Stampede x f!reader Word count: 2.6k Content: smut, finger riding, dirty talk, pwp, teasing Vash A/N: I like his hands what can I say. Barely proofread this so if there's mistakes my bad.
â§ [Bonus chapter] - if you want more
NSFW BELOW, 18+ ONLY, MDNI!
Vash has pretty hands.
His flesh hand is warm, his fingers long and talented, his palms calloused and large. His prosthetic is beautiful, cold and strong. When he touches you, the contrast between the two is exhilarating.
And Vash is very good with his hands.
You've seen firsthand the things he can do with them; How they handle everything they touch with a deliberate and deadly precision, be it his gun, the reigns of a thomas, you.
There's something so teasing about the way his glove covers his middle and ring fingers. Your mind wanders to the ways he uses those fingers, how they agile they are when he holds his gun, how downright dangerous they are when he has them curled so perfectly inside you that he has you seeing stars.
You've been staring at them all night, and Vash, being as observant and aware of you as he is, has taken notice.
"Mayfly, are you even listening to me?" He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, a soft pout on his face, and your gaze shoots away from his hands to look at him.
"S-Sorry! I'm a bit spacey today, I guess." You chuckle nervously, your gaze leaving him as you look around the tavern, trying to find something else to take your mind off all the dirty thoughts filling your head.
But the flush on your cheeks betrays you, your thighs absentmindedly clenching together, and Vash sees it instantly. You feel the fingers of his prosthetic cup your cheek, turning your head to face him again. The glare reflecting off his orange lens hides those pretty baby blues, but you already know he's staring right at you like a meal.
"Oh yeah? Is that what it is?" He says, a teasing grin splitting his handsome face. His cold fingers caress your cheek, gently coaxing your face closer to his. "So distracted you won't even listen to me?"
Your breath hitches, his fingers trailing to the tip of your chin and holding your face up towards his.
"How about I help you focus, hm? Keep your eyes on me."
Oh, you're in trouble.
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Vash leans comfortably back against the small couch, the old, dusty material sagging around him from your combined weight. His legs are parted wide beneath you, giving you ample space to steady yourself as you straddle his thighs. You're flushed, breathless, cunt stuffed with two gloved and dexterous fingers as his prosthetic cradles your body, tracing your lines and your curves as you bounce yourself on his hand. Your hands grip the collar of his open jacket as you pump yourself full of his fingers, your thighs trembling from the pleasure and exertion.
You're splayed completely bare on him, your clothes scattered all over the floor, while he hasn't taken off so much as his glasses. His baby blues stare at you reverently, admiring the delicious view in front of him through tinted lenses. His only goal right now is to please you until you're completely spent and for you to give him the privilege of watching you come undone on his fingers.
Except, he's not moving his hand.
"Keep going, baby. Don't stop now." Vash purrs, watching as you eagerly fill yourself with his fingers over and over.
"V-Vash..." You mewl his name, your voice a little pathetic, breathy whimper. "P-Please, move your hand."
He looks up at you, tilting his head to the side with a playful smirk plastered on his face.
"Hm? But why? You're doing such a good job all on your own, mayfly." He coos.
Oh, he's being so teasing tonight.
You continue to bounce yourself on his lap, moving up and down on his long fingers. It feels so, so good. You're a blubbering, moaning mess in front of him, and he hasn't even given you his cock yet.
"That's it, just like that. Use my hand to feel good. You know I love watching you feel good." He purrs against your ear, planting soft kisses along the side of your face before leaning slightly back, making sure to get a good view of your cunt engulfing his fingers. His glove is completely soaked through, your slick dripping down the fabric and soaking his lap, where your juices mix with his own precum against the front of his pants.
You do know how much he loves watching you, taking in your pleasure like it's his own. That paired with how needy you are for him tonight has Vash's heart beating out of his chest with pure lust and a desire for you to feel good, to use him to make yourself come over and over.
"Mmph! Gripping my fingers so tight, sweetheart. Makes me wanna fill you up with something bigger." He groans, watching your pussy drool, your slick pooling on the tented fabric covering his hardened cock.
"Yes. Want you to. Please, want you to fill me up, Vash." Your hands leave his coat, fingers trailing down along his muscled frame, feeling him through his shirt before you start to hastily try to unbuckle his belt. But Vash is much faster than you, the nimble fingers of his prosthetic gently gripping both your wrists and pulling them away from his lap.
"Ah, ah. Not yet, mayfly. You'll have to be a bit more patient, okay?" He whispers with a breathy chuckle, bringing the wrists he has so delicately wrapped in his grasp to his lips, planting soft, almost apologetic kisses to them. You can feel him press his warm lips to your palms, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Vash! Please. I can't- I need-" He stifles your words with a deep kiss to your lips, and you can feel him smiling against you.
"I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. You know I'll give you what you want. I always do. Just want to enjoy you like this for a little longer, alright?" He whispers sweetly, words so soft you almost wouldn't believe he was splitting you with his thick fingers right now.
Your breaths are heavy and shaky, becoming more labored as your move yourself faster and faster against him, eyes fluttering with pleasure. He lets go of your wrists, and you're quick to grasp his shoulders to steady yourself again. You're so embarrassed right now from how needy you are, how desperate you are for him to fill you to the brim with his thick cock, but when he's looking at you like you're the most delicious thing he's ever seen, eyes worshipping every inch of your naked form, you can only keep going. You can feel your pussy clench around his digits, the tight knot inside you getting ready to burst. Vash, being all too familiar with the look you adopt on your face when you get dangerously close, notices immediately.
"You gonna come all over my hand again, baby?"
With a whine, you turn your head away in embarrassment, your face a deep crimson at how quickly and easily you come undone with him. But just as quickly as you look away, he softly grabs your face and turns it back towards him, cold metal fingers on your cheeks.
"Eyes on me, mayfly. I wanna see you. You're so beautiful when you make yourself feel good." He whispers hoarsly before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. Despite his lewd words, there's not a hint of teasing in his voice.
His metal thumb traces your lips, and without a second thought, your lips part, taking the digit into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. The sight makes Vash moan hoarsely, instinctively bucking his hips up against you and letting you feel just how much he's aching under his tented pants.
"F-Fuck, you're being naughty tonight, mayfly." He groans, gently pressing his thumb further into your mouth and down on your tongue, being careful not to push too far.
"Is this what you wanted? You couldn't keep your pretty eyes off my hands all day today, could you? Is this what you wanted me to do you?"
Now he's teasing, and it's making you flush an even deeper red, your moans and whines muffled by the finger in your mouth. Your voice quivers with want, your body trembling as you bounce yourself on his fingers, cunt sucking in his fingers, and it only makes Vash smile fondly at you while he plays with your tongue.
"Who would've thought my angel could be so dirty? You were so busy thinking about me stuffing this pretty pussy all day that you didn't even listen to a word I said, is that right? Is this what you were thinking about, mayfly?"
God, he's being so teasing, but you'd be lying if you pretended that that's not exactly what you were thinking about all day when you looked at him. Glassy eyed, you nod and whimper around his thumb, tongue lewdly lavishing the metal. "Mhmm..." You whine, eyes upturned into a wanting, desperate stare as you look back at him. The look on your face fills him with a sense of pride, a deep satisfaction at how well he handles your body.
"Then let me give you everything you want, angel." He coos as his finger leaves your mouth with a soft pop of your lips, fingers trailing along your jawline before moving lower, his wet thumb tracing your pulse point as he slowly moves down to your chest. You feel the cool metal knead one of your breasts, dwarfing it in his large palm. His thumb roughly rolls over your perked nipple before he gently pinches it, making you moan wantonly and dig your nails into the fabric covering his broad shoulders.
Fuck, he's playing your body like an instrument.
"Oh, you're so good. Being such a good girl. Gonna make you come on my fingers, mayfly. You can give me one more, can't you?"
"One more."
He said that last time.
And the time before that.
You're a panting, mewling mess. You can feel your juices dripping down your thighs, coating his warm and calloused hand. You feel like you're in a lovedrunk haze, and all you can focus on is the man beneath you and the pleasure he's teasing you with.
"Vash, please..." Your voice is whiny and broken, words barely understandable through your heavy gasps for breath, and Vash has never seen a more breathtaking sight.
With an adoring and almost innocent smile, he suddenly curls his fingers inside you, pressing against that spot he knows makes you howl with rapture, and a deep growl rumbles in his chest when you cry out and tighten your grip on his shoulders.
"So good. So amazing. Fuck, you're so beautiful. Can't get enough of you." He pulls you closer and groans against the shell of your ear, trailing his tongue along the space behind it before moving down to nibble at your neck.
He starts to finally, finally move his fingers, pumping them against your sweet spot in tandem with the rhythm of your hips. You moan out loudly as he takes you apart with talented fingers, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Mayfly..." His voice is soft and loving against your ear, yet it holds all your attention. When your eyes flutter to his, you see his eyes dart down to sopping cunt, and then back up to you, a gentle command for what he wants you to do, and you know him well enough to know what it is.
With a soft, embarrassed whine, one of your hands lets go of his shoulder. You bring your shaky fingers down your body to the apex of your sex, drawing circles over your neglected clit. Your eyes flutter closed, face flushing from the obscenity of the act, but you can't stop the high-pitched moans that leave your lips as curls his fingers even harder in response.
"That's it. Good girl. God, such a good girl, angel." He groans, staring down at your drooling sex as you play with yourself. He's being so indulgent tonight, yet he won't even let you touch him. He's just sat back and drowning in your pleasure, and he's loving every second of it.
"Keep making pretty sounds like that and I'm gonna come without so much as a touch, mayfly." He teases, his eyes drinking in the sight of you rubbing your sensitive little bud, moaning when he feels your hips start to stutter.
He moves his hand faster now, taking control of your pace. He pumps his fingers into you all the way down to his soaking knuckles with enough power to jolt you with every motion.
"C-Close, Vash. Gonna come, gonna come!"
At the feeling of your body quivering in his lap, Vash pinches your nipple again, thumb flicking over the perked bud. Like he can't help himself, he grinds his hips upwards against you in rhythm with his hand, pressing his aching cock against the plush of your thigh.
"Yes, yes, yes! Come, mayfly. Come on my fingers again for me."
Your eyes clench closed tightly, your breathing ragged and quivering. He has you in his complete control, quite literally in the palm of his hand as he meticulously and lovingly abuses every single one of your weak spots. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, and he's getting exactly what he wants.
"Vash!" You cry out his name in the throes of your climax, your back arching and pressing your bare breasts against his clothed chest, your cunt pulsing around his fingers, and Vash moans out obscenely along with you. His hips rut harshly up against you, hard enough that you can feel his pulsing length under the fabric before he stutters and stills, his own whimpers and gasps filling the air with yours.
Did... Did he just come?
Without you even touching him?
Your eyes open and fall to his lap, where you see the growing pool of fluids coat him. You can feel the warmth seeping against your thighs as his cum paints the inside of his pants and soaks the fabric.
"What'd I say, mayfly?" He whispers hoarsly, his voice trembling from the sheer intensity of his orgasm, those beautiful baby blues glassed over and his mouth tilted into a lazy grin in his lovedrunk euphoria. "Without so much as a touch."
Vash's movements soften, his fingers slowly pumping inside your pulsing heat just enough to help you ride out your own orgasm. He's groaning and panting, his own face flushed as he drinks in the lovely look of ecstacy contorting your face.
When your body relaxes, your cunt easing the tight grip on his fingers, he carefully and slowly pulls them out of you, groaning when he sees the strings of your slick that connect his fingers to your pulsing sex. He brings his soaked hand to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the clothed digits and sucks, drinking the fluids of your arousal from the fabric with a groan so deep it makes you shiver, not so much as blinking as his ravenous gaze eats you up. He growls at the taste of you, tongue eagerly swirling at the ring of cream formed at his knuckles.
"Mmmh... Taste so good, mayfly." He mumbles against his own fingers as he gorges himself on your slick. "So fucking good."
You're sat on his lap in silence, panting, chest heaving with every breath, completely enraptured by the vision in front of you. It's so lewd, yet so earnestly worshipping of your body.
When his gloved hand leaves his lips, his hungry stare rakes over your trembling form, and you feel his prosthetic wrap around the back of your head, pulling you into a wet, sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself against his mouth, as well as the taste of fabric from his glove.
As he keeps you there, his tongue teasing your bottom lip before exploring the warm channel of your mouth, you can feel the fingers of his gloved hand move back to their place between your thighs to trace your folds, gathering your slick on his fingertips. It makes you whimper into his mouth, causing him to groan deeply in response before parting from your lips.
"I think you've got one more in you, mayfly. You'll give me one more, won't you?"
"One more."
Oh, you're in trouble.
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Writing Ghosts
Astral projection - The process of separating the astral body, the bodyâs spirit or consciousness, from the physical body. Itâs an out-of-body experience. Deriving from the Latin astralis, astral projection can also be called astral travel, because itâs believed the spirit traverses the entire universe. Spiritualists use astral projection to communicate with those beyond the earthly realm.
Bogey - another word for evil spirit. The word probably traces back to the Middle English bugge, âfrightening specterâ.
Boggart - Related to bogey and bugge, boggarts can haunt domestic or geographic areas. Boggarts are always mean.
Channeling - In spiritualism, it is communicating with the paranormal in a state of trance or meditation. Spiritualists describe the action as âplugging into a switchboardâ or a âgrid frequencyâ to receive information from the âother side.â
Clairvoyance - Any ability to perceive psychic phenomena. In spiritualism, clair (âclearâ) can be prefixed before any of the other four ânormalâ senses, resulting in terminology that applies to a mediumâs super-sensitive perception of a spirit: clairaudience is âclear hearing,â clairsentience âclear feeling,â clairalience âclear smelling,â and clairgustance âclear tasting.â
Cold spots - In the paranormal world, cold spots are indications of spirit activity. They arenât sensed by everyone; the ones that do feel the chill are said to be more sensitive to the preternatural.
Doppelgänger - In the ghostly realm, a doppelgänger is an exceptional spirit, possessing the unique ability to appear in more than one place at once. This talent is reflected in its German name, which means âdouble goerâ or âdouble walker.â Usually, a personâs doppelgänger appears as a sign of something bad to come, or as an omen of the viewerâs impending death. The poet Percy Bysshe Shelley is said to have seen his doppelgänger a week before he drowned.
Ectoplasm - Adopting a biological term originating in the late 1800s, spiritualists define ectoplasm as a cloudy mist, âusually a milky white vaporous color,â that halos before an apparition appears. From Greek ecto (âoutsideâ) and plasma (âsomething developed or createdâ), this mystical mist is like a protective skin through which the specter shimmers into view.
Eidolon - In Ancient Greece, eidolons were spirits of the dead who possessed the living. Not always menacing, they would inhabit a living individual to convey a message, carry out an action for one of the gods, or tie up loose ends leftover after they died.
Kobold - Meaning âhut goblins,â kobolds can be kind or conniving depending on their mood. Theyâre also entirely changeable in appearance, with the option to materialize in human, animal, or object form.
Lemures - (also called larvae) The unequivocally bad ghosts of Ancient Rome, whose violent tempers and deeds in life mean eternal punishment to roam the limbo between worlds. To keep lemures at bay, Romans would fling spit-soaked black beans into the night shouting, âBe gone, you specters of the house!â
Manes - Romans believed peopleâs souls were demons, which were categorized in the afterlife. Good souls were called lares, bad souls lemures, and the in-betweeners were the manes. These are âthe thin or unsubstantialâ souls.
Necromancy - Whether you converse with spirits the old-fashioned way or by exchanging telepathic thought-waves, communicating with the deceased is an example of necromancy. The word traces back to the Ancient Greek nekromanteia, where nekros meant âdead bodyâ and manteia âdivinationâ or âoracle.â In effect, a necromancer is divining or discovering information from the deceased about the past, the future, or the world beyond.
Poltergeist - In German, poltergeist means ânoisy ghost,â the ânoiseâ in question produced by the sounds objects make when hurled and smashed against walls, ceilings, other objects, and screaming human beings.
Psychokinesis - Another paranormal power is psychokinesis or telekinesis, where objects are moved without physical contact with them. In Greek, kinesis means âmovementâ or âmotion.â The psychoâ prefix highlights the âmental,â âspirit,â or âunconsciousâ force behind the movement (movement with the mind), while tele- references the âdistanceâ between the mover and the thing moved (movement without being close to or touching the object).
Revenant - One that returns after death or a long absence.
Vortex - Just as a natural vortex is a whirling mass of water, fire, or air, a paranormal vortex is a spinning swirl. But itâs composed of supernatural elements, which can apparently only be captured in photographsâthey appear as refractions or corkscrews of light.
Wraith - In Scottish lore, doppelgängers or fetches were called wraiths. The wraith can be a water spirit portending a sailorâs death at sea, or a more general prophesy of demise, taking shape in the exhalation of a dying personâs breath.
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Boyfriend material



headcanon
characters: jobe x fem!reader
request: yes!
may contain spelling and translation errors
1. King of well-planned surprises
Jobe loves to surprise you, but he doesn't do it in an obvious or clichĂŠ way. Instead of flowers at the door of the house, he books a private cooking class because he knows you casually commented on learning how to make typical food from somewhere. He listens to the small details and transforms them into big gestures. And the best? He gets a shy smile, a little embarrassed, waiting for your reaction, as if he didn't know he got it right.
2. He memorises your favourite playlist
Jobe knows all the songs you love. He has a playlist on Spotify called "For Y/n" and whenever he hears a song that reminds you, he adds it. The cutest thing is that sometimes he plays when you're in the car, just to see you sing. And of course, when they are separated, he sends a song from the list with a "I remembered you."
3. He's a great cook (but only for you)
Despite being a disaster in the kitchen when he's alone, Jobe makes a real effort when it's for you. He learns basic recipes and ventures with more elaborate dishes just because he knows you like them. It's always an event: he puts on music, tries to follow recipes on YouTube, and in the end, the kitchen is a mess. But he compensates by putting the food on the table with a proud smile, waiting for your compliment.
4. He is the best listener in the world
Jobe has a special talent for hearing you talk about absolutely anything. If you're talking about a book, about the new series you watched, or even about something you read in an academic article, he pays attention with genuine interest. He asks questions, gives opinions, and you feel like the most important person in the world.
5. He's absurdly affectionate in public
He's not afraid to show how much he loves you in public. Whenever you are walking together, he holds your hand, gives quick kisses on tour forehead or wraps you with his big arm when it's cold. He doesn't care if there are paparazzi around or if someone is watching - he just wants you to know that he is there, on your side, always.
6. He's the type who solves fights calmly (and hugs)
Jobe hates fights and discord, especially with you. He is the one who tries to solve everything calmly and by talking. Even when he is angry, he takes a deep breath, tries to listen to his side and speaks carefully. If he feels that the discussion is too heavy, he interrupts and says: "Let's breathe and talk about it later, I don't want to hurt you." And, of course, he never lets you sleep upset - he always ends the night with an apology or a tight hug.
7. He is super protective, but not in a possessive way
He is the kind of boyfriend who ensures that you feel safe all the time. It is protective in a subtle way - like being careful when they are in crowded places, holding your hand so they don't get lost, or checking the car before a trip. He is never possessive, but everyone knows that you are the love of his life.
8. He encourages your dreams (and remembers the details)
Jobe not only believes in your dreams, but also makes a point of being the greatest supporter. If you have a new project, he is the first to ask how he can help. He also remembers the smallest details, like when you mentioned that you wanted to go back to practising something, and sent cute messages before the first day saying how proud you were.
9. He is very organised, except when he is in love
Most of the time, Jove is super organised: the closet is tidy, the schedules are in place and he follows an impeccable routine. But when he's with you, it all falls apart. He forgets his socks on the couch because they were watching a movie together or leaves the bed untidy because he preferred to sleep a little more to the solo. He always says that you are the only thing that messes up his life - in a good way.
10. He's unbearably cute when he's jealous
Jobe is mature and confident, but even he can't resist a little jealousy from time to time. If someone flirts with you, he doesn't make a scene, but the closed look and the hand on your waist deliver everything. Then, he jokes: "Just for you to remember, you already have a very good english by your side." And of course, you love to provoke him just to see this reaction - which only makes him even more cute and in love.
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Igual Que Un Ăngel



pairing: hellokittylover!/bimbo!oc x boxer!jk
genre: MATURE, fluff, lowkey angst,
âheaven must have sent you, loveâ
synopsis: after spending the entire day shopping with your boyfriend, youâre craving mochi donuts and bubble milk tea before going to bed and jungkook, even in his tired state, will do everything to make you happy.
word count: 5.4k
warnings: so much fluff, NO plot, jealous/possessive kook, oc canât tell when someone flirts with her, tiny silent treatment, oc is kinda dumb, lots of kisses, shower sex, oral [m], ocâs head game is STRONG, head pusher jk, hair pulling, they went shopping for underwear, cussing, aftercare, oc is obsessed with pink/hello kitty, oc is so desperate for his cock and she must get what she wantsâď¸(she was virgin before this took place), oc had a vid of her playing, mention of toys, JK is not trying to b obvious but heâs IN LOVE, brief cockwarming at the end, <not proofread>
authorâs note: i def did not write this in between my classesđŽâđ¨ i just discovered that im mentally unhinged as im editing this in class. I have my priorities straights tho so here you gođĽ˘
âđâËâšâĄ â
you suppose today was really wonderful.
you two spend almost the whole day at the outlet mall, mostly to shop clothes for yourself. you needed new pairs of undies and Jungkook being the glorious boyfriend he is, helped you shop. not only he paid for all your purchase, he also gives his opinions on certain cloth materials of what the underwear was made of. he wants to make himself useful by helping you out pick out make sure that theyâre comfortable to your preference, he goes with you in the fitting room to try them on in front of him.
As you try on clothes for hours and hours in multiple shops, your boyfriend miraculously always finds a chair in the corner of each fitting room that he can rest on. a few hours later, you two arrive back at your place. jungkook initiated to carry all the paper bags you had as the two of you headed from the garage to inside your house.
soon, he began cooking the nightâs dinner, which you really enjoy watching because he keeps entertaining you with his skillful talent and his humorous jokes. a quality time like this just makes you fall in love with him even more. you wish and pray that you can spend the rest of this delightful lifetime with him.
âđâËâšâĄ â
the hands of the clock signifies 11:11, which is usually the time you drift off to sleep. except tonight isnât a typical night, owing to the fact that your beloved lover is sleeping over at your cozy flat.
although itâs pretty late, you two are cuddled on your not-so-spacious couch, watching a kdrama that was recently released and you still have the clothes you put on this afternoon: a cute pink long sleeve crop top and a pink/black mini skirt. you also canât forget to add a pair of thick fleece tights since itâs freezing cold outside.
you felt a sudden cravings for something in the midst of the show. you desire for something sweet. and chewy.
âkoo..â you murmur, distracting your man from the show on the big screen. he redirects his focus to you as he caresses your hair with his soft, yet rough palms.
âiâm craving donutsâ
âwant me to go to the convenience store and grab some for you?â he suggests
âno I donât want that, I want mochi donutsâ you cutely demand
âbut baby itâs too lateâ he said, lifting his wrist to look at his gold Rolex watch. âarenât they close at this time?â
these days, your social feeds are just full of ads, particularly bakery places nearby your place that serve mouth-watering breads, donuts, ice creams, bubble milk tea, and the list goes on. promptly, the phone thatâs sitting next to jungkook was taken by you.
âlook, thereâs one thatâs still open till midnightâ you replied, showing him the navigation to the bakery shop thatâs on your screen. his tired eyes glanced at your phone, then back at you.
âplease koo?â you pleaded, climbing on top of him and giving him thousands of kisses all over his face until heâs got enough is the most effective technique to persuade him. how can jungkook say no when you display a behavior like this to get whatever you want? the forever answer is he just canât.
âđâËâšâĄ â
You two arrive at the place twenty minutes before they close. Since itâs late at night, you can see through the big windows that thereâs not many customers inside the donut shop.
âoh my, weâre finally hereâ you joyfully babble to yourself out loud which made your driving boyfriend chuckle. while jungkook slows down the car to eyeball a good parking spot, you reach for your pink purse taking out the hello kitty lip oil to apply them on your chapped lips.
Jungkook carefully parked the car on the side of the road. He looked at our surroundings such as the front, back, and the side of his vehicle, making sure everything seems clear before he takes off his seat belt and gets off of the automobile. As usual, Jungkook walks to the other side, gesturing that he will open the car door for me. This man doesnât ask a lot regarding how things should be in our relationship but the number one rule he established is that you could never open any door when youâre with him.
He quickly unlocked my door with one hand and offered his other hand to assist my body getting out of the car. As you got out, you felt the strong wind blowing your mini skirts, making them move up. but jungkook immediately takes off his zip up fleece oversized jacket to tie it tight around your waist.he ensures that the skirt wonât go up by walking behind you whilst holding your cold hand towards the bakery.
a scent of sweet caramelized brown sugar that youâve been craving welcomes you as soon as you step into the threshold of the place. Looking around the store, you notice multiple neon pink led lights of donuts are decorated in the walls. the long honey maple stained table against the windows was paired with white barstool chairs. You also did not fail to miss that their white snowed christmas tree is still up, filled with rosy ornaments and pinkish lights around it.
âthis is definitely my new favorite placeâ you noted to yourself as you feel cozy inside.
Your boyfriend wasted no time to lead you to the counter, only for you to see the variety of flavor of their delicious mochi donuts displayed on the front top. you canât help but to drool on the sight, youâre starting to feel satisfaction by just looking at them.
âhello, what can I get for you today?â the tall male server whoâs probably around your age friendly greeted. a little too friendly, in jungkookâs opinion but he chose to try to shrug it off. before answering him, I turned to jungkook âwhat are you getting koo?â asking to know what he wants.
âdonât know. you can order whatever you want for meâ he responds as his doe eyes look up to scan the menu on the screen thatâs mounted in their polished ceramic walls. Jungkook is on a diet these days therefore he tries his best to restrain eating sweets but he knows that cheat days wonât hurt if it only happens once or twice a month.
turning to face the server once again, you made up your mind on what to order. âhi, can we get two brown sugar milk teas with less ice and can you make one extra sugar pleaseâ you gently requested and the server instantly punched the orders in their ipad.
you take another look at the yummy donuts before continuing. âand i would like to get a dozen of the mochi donuts.â you pointed to the biggest bakery box.
jungkook wasnât even surprised that youâre getting 12 pieces, potentially all for yourself considering you have a sweet tooth, which could be really extreme sometimes. he stands still next to you, amused by how cute you are, getting all excited by all these sweets youâre about to eat as you tell the the guy the flavors you want.
the server hands you two of their fresh brown sugar bubble milk tea & pink box that contains lots of sugar and of course, you happiness. afterwards, he declars the total for all the things you order. youâre about to tap in your debit card thatâs covered with hello kitty skin when jungkookâs black card is already approved on the chip card reader.
âyou didnât have to kooâ you murmur. your man always insists on paying for everything,
âi want tooâ
he does things for you not because heâs going to gain something or that heâs expecting some type of return from you. Rather, he does them solely because he loves you and he loves seeing you getting all the things you want.
for the meantime ,you look for a table that you two can sit at, particularly a spot where thereâs a cute background since you would like to take some photos.
immediately, your eyes spot the perfect table right next to the huge windows to sit and take pictures in. you swiftly walk over the spot and your boyfriend follows you like a lost puppy.
âkook can you take pictures of me here?â you ask, while unwrapping the thick jacket around your waist and position yourself on the stool chair.
jungkook unlocks the camera on his phone, positions the cellular in your desired angle, and clicks the white button multiple times. he casually looks at the camera screen and looks up to you. when he notices that by the way your sitting is slightly showing your ass, and instantly goes up to you to fix it. youâre confused at first by his sudden action but you soon realize why.
âoops, thank you kookieâ you chortle
when he goes back to his previous standing position, he catches the same annoying server maliciously staring at you, in a way thatâs very unpleasant to him, which just pisses him off more. nevertheless, he captures photos of your adorable face while attempting to drink your favorite bubble tea for the camera. then, he passes his phone so you can review the images.
âheâs such a great photographerâyou thought. these picture will be posted on your pink themed finsta.
âcan we go now?â jungkook harsly rushed. this place is alright, but that fucking server is just making his blood boils. he needs to get you two out of here before he does something not pretty.
you read his sudden unusual behavior and chose not to argue. you really loved this place, but you can understand that your boyfriend is too tired and just wanted to sleep. youâll definitely come back though.
âwait koo, I'll use their restroom first.â you excuse yourself, feeling the need to change the menstrual pad that youâre wearing, you fear bleeding through jungkookâs leather seats.
you did your business pronto. unexpectedly when you walked out of the restroom, the friendly worker corners you, with something in his hand.
âmiss, would you like to have this?â He offers the cute and huge hello kitty boba plushie that is in his grip. your eyes widening as they gaze upon the lovely thing. âI noticed your phone case and I thought this is perfect for youâ he shyly adds as he scratches the back of his head, pointing out the pink Hello Kitty case you have.
âsure! how much is it?â you respond with full of energy. this plush will be added to your collection.
âdonât worry about it,hereâ he extends the plushie towards you, gesturing that you should take it.
you look for some type of unseriousness in his eyes but you found none. he does seem nice. you accept the cute plushie thatâs waiting for you to be held, hugging it really tight.
âyouâre really cute. do you mind if I get your number?â the man in front of you speaks. âso i can give you more plushies for free of courseâ he further explains, trying to convince you to give him your digits
but you remember what jungkook once said, and that is never give any other men your number. Although you canât grasp why he doesnât want you to do that, you listen to him because you donât want to get him all sad and mad at you. angry jungkook is the least thing you want to deal with. he turns really cold and you hate not getting affection from him.
âI'm sorry but I can't give you my number. thanks for this though.â you give him a weak smile. you also hate the feeling of rejecting people but you also donât want to get in trouble.
the friendly expression that the guy has been erased and replaced with a blank expression, as if ânoâ isnât the right answer. he snarls before speaking âIs it because of your punk boyfriend? c'mon pretty girl he doesnât have to kno-â
âwho doesnât have to know what?â a familiar voice cuts off the man youâre facing before you can understand what the previous man just said.
jungkook approaches you, snatching the plushy in your grasp. âwhere did you get this from?â he sternly asks. he might have known the answer, itâs so obvious from what it looks like, but he needs to make sure before he beats somebodyâs ass.
âkoo he gav-â that was enough for jungkook to vigorously slam the plushy back onto that guyâs chest, making the man flinch and slightly back off. âlook or talk to my woman one more time and things will get ugly for youâ he threatens, giving the guy the most serious stare, the same stare he has when fighting in the boxing ring.
without saying anything, he grabs your hand sternly and you two walk out the store. you still didnât get why jungkook didnât want you to have that plushie, it was perfect to add to your collection.
the entire car ride back to your place was awfully quiet. you offer to drive back home when you notice that heâs speeding and seems so tense, but jungkook refuses, telling you that heâs fully capable of driving back with a somber tone.. his tattooed hands arenât where theyâre supposed to be placed, your thigh. but you argue no further, not wanting to make him more angry than he already is.
âđâËâšâĄ â
hours later, youâre gathering the sleepwear youâll wear for tonight before hopping in the shower, which is currently occupied by your boyfriend. usually, you two always shower together whenever youâre sleeping at his place and vice versa, but tonight you received no invitation from him since heâs giving you silent treatment for an unknown reason.
despite the fact, you made up your mind to join him as you enter the steamy bathroom, the warm atmosphere welcomes you while you close the door behind you.
your gaze meets jungkookâs tall muscular figure, his tattooed arm up against the white wall, while head is pointing down as the hot water thatâs coming from the showerhead runs down his body.
quietly strip down your clothes, you proceed to open the sliding shower door and step inside the shower, closing the distance between you and him.
jungkook faintly flinched as he felt a pair of dainty arms wrapped around his bare torso. he knew exactly who they belonged to, his loved one.
he slightly turns his head, just to see you, hopelessly showing affection towards him in the midst of washing the negative internal thoughts out of his system.
âare you mad at me baby?â you worriedly ask, overthinking that you might have done something that might upset him or maybe heâs too stressed out on his non-stop training schedule since his competitions are coming soon or maybe he canât handle being with you anymore. lots of maybe but communication is the only way you will know how he feels.
the question of yours sends a sharp pang of guilt in his chest. you completely did nothing wrong. he knows for a fact you canât say no to anyone who gives you a Hello Kitty plushie. your tiny little head just canât comprehend that these guys want something in return for giving you things you love to collect. youâre too good for your own.
now he feels like a total idiot, another part of him feels guilty for the sudden shift in his behavior, solely because he's so in love with you that he canât stand seeing men look at your way.
you did nothing wrong. nothing at all. youâre just so goddamn beautiful that your boyfriend is starting to lose it.
he canât help but let the possessiveness take over him as soon as he perceives other guys showing their interest in his pretty girl. the woman he desires to keep to himself for the rest of this lifetime, the next one, and for many more
jungkook crowds you up against the cold marble wall just after he turns his buff body to face you. wasting no time, he leaves smooches on your pouty lips and jaw. âdidnât I tell you I'm the only one who can give you hello kitty stuff?â he sensually whispers to your right ear, continuing to give you wet kisses. âhmm?â
âbut why?â you pout, resulting in the kisses to come to stop. he looks at you directly in the eyes, âbecause iâm your boyfriend and that job is solely for meâ he simply explains
âbut koo it was for free, he was really nice but then he started asking for my number so he could give me more but i didnât give it to him because you specifically instructed me not to.â you mindlessly babble, explaining your side all in one sentence. simultaneously, you grab the white loofa next to the pink one and apply jungkookâs favorite body wash. it still doesnât make sense to you. you love collecting hello kitty, but the love you have for the man in front of you is significantly greater.
oh jungkook is really going to lose it. that fucker had the audacity to ask you shit like that right when youâre with him.
âand thatâs why I donât want you talking to them, they want to take advantage of youâ he takes a deep breath
âiâm sorry kookâ you mutter, attempting to cuddle his naked form.
âi know something was off with that motherfuckerâ he starts off, âkeeps looking at you in a way i donât appreciateâ he finally admits, with his tone hinting a pinch of jealousy. âand that fucking plush- heâs getting on my fucking nerves.â
âall he can do is look kooâ you laugh. âBesides, Iâm already cuffed by my hot boyfriend. what more can I possibly look for?â your words declaring that your eyes are only fixed to him. thereâs no reason to look at other men anyways.
âyouâre only mine right?â he just needs to directly hear those words come out of your mouth.
âonly yoursâ you murmur. and that reassured him. for now.
you stand on your tiptoe to kiss his cute nose, from there you smack your lips against his as your smooth palms trace his jawline.
as seconds goes by, the desire to express how much you love him is rapidly growing. you want him. you need him.
you detach your lips against his, just to fixate them on his neck, right on the pretty tiny mole on his skin, your favorite spot. your hand does its own job to explore his sculpted body, finding its way to palm his painful growing erection.
he knows where this is going
your kisses trail from his upper chest to his defined abs; so brawny and delicious. he follows your gesture, finding you on your knees, beneath him, your beautiful face positioned right in front of his hardening cock.
oh this is the one and only circumstance he would kill and die for to be in.
jungkook knows that sly grin expression you wear as you look up with those round doll eyes. purposely, your both arms push against each other to give him a good view of your perky breast squeezed together. with his shaft twitching, canât help but to utter an uncontrollable moan from seeing you like this.
âcan I?â you ask softly, waiting for permission from him as if youâre not in this sinful position at least twice every time you two spend time together. no matter what, you still drool by just staring at his cock as if itâs your favorite lollipop.
he quietly hums and nods his head while nibbling his lip piercings, giving you the green light.
you start off slow, giving his pretty pink tip covered with precum small pecks. smearing the liquid around your lips, pretending it as if itâs one of your lip gloss, making them nice and glossy.
sweet
âi only wanna do this with youâ you hungrily voice out in each swift peck while locking your seductive eyes on his.
he brings his fingers towards your jaw, lifting your chin up. âopenâ he commands, directing you to open your mouth. and so you did, without hesitation. a hot glob of spit falls into your tongue, which turns you on even more. you quickly swallow it and resume with what youâre doing.
he continues to watch you as your swollen lips slowly wrap his thick cock. your mouth is solely made for jungkook as it welcomes him inch by inch. although sucking him becomes a part of your daily routine, you still need to take a sweet time adjusting to his length.
irresistible tears roll down your face as he hits the back of your throat for the first few times, but youâre so determined to make him feel good. you began bobbing your head back and forth as your mouth slowly adjusted to his size.
âhmm, so good babyâ he muffles weakly. âj-just like thatâ almost sounds as if heâs about to cry from the incredible sensation.
you canât help but to release a quiet whine from hearing him. the steamy bathroom is filled with jungkook's angelic yet sinful groans, along with the sounds thatâs being created as you which arouse you even more. heâs got your pussy clenching over nothing.
your bent knees on the cold and wet ground are starting to get tired, but you pay no attention to them. rather, you take him even more, until his tip hits the back of your throat. you continue to do it smoothly, using no hands.
you proceed to shift your attention to untouched balls. your tiny hand softly jerks off his length upward, as a trail of kisses made their way from the underside of his girthy and veiny cock to one of the oval-shaped organs. wet and loud smooches on jungkookâs sensitive skin turn to sloppy sucking. your mouth is so full of him. a mixture of his precum and saliva of yours covers your entire chin, even some of it drops on the ground.
this sequence stirs more moans from jungkook, but this time he gets louder and louder. his slender hands acts at its own and gather your length hair into a ponytail, just so he can manipulate your head, to use you however he pleases
Jungkook pulls your hair back, causing you to lose contact with the sac you were passionately lapping. he leads you mouth back to where it should give its focus to. his throbbing cock. once his dewy dick is shoved in you, he pushes your cock drunk head to take more of him. you obediently follow the flow of the hand guiding your head
âsuch a good girlâ he grunts, throwing his head up in the air, then focusing back on you. âonly for meâ. your boyfriend is still controlling your head bobbing on his length.
âyouâre such a slut for a fucking hello kitty, arenât you?â jungkook mocks in between deep breaths. âme or that stupid kitty cat? huh?â thrusting his hips into your messy and well-fucked face.
you just moan against him, not even bothering to answer him because youâre too fucked, your tiny little brain is wearing out as you keep bouncing your head up and down. and also it might be because you know for a fact that you could be a slut for hello kitty too sometimes. youâre in no position to protest.
the man above you grips your hair even tighter, demanding you to answer him. âI wanna hear you babyâ
ââmmh you, o-only you koo,â you sob. lots and lots of tears coming out of your eyes. âall I want is you and this cockâ you mewl weakly as you desperately lap his precious tip, just like how he loves it.
âthatâs it, pretty girl, I'm cumminââ he verbalizes, grasping your head forcibly as slamming his pelvis into your abused mouth. to this point, you feel dizzy and your whole body is worn out. you grip into his beefy thighs as you allow him to utilize you like a slut.
âhmpp f-fuckâ he moans loudly, releasing abundant strings of semen into your mouth. he cums so deep inside your throat. not wanting a drop to fall, you gobble up everything as your life depends on them.
after swallowing, you show him your empty mouth, with tongue being out. you can see in his half lidded eyes that heâs proud, giving you a soft smile.
you were about to get up when all of a sudden the dizzy spell hits you real hard, causing you to lose your balance but jungkook catches you before you can even fall.
âhey, you okay? Did I go too hard?â he locks his gaze upon you, hoping that you will lock yours to him too. but you didnât as you are sobbing and trembling a little bit. jungkook wipes the dries tears on your swollen face with one hand while the other wraps around your waist. he might have gone harder than you can handle.
âbaby look at me please? did I hurt you? i'm sorââ
âkoo iâm okayâ you faintly cut his sentence off. he doesnât need to be sorry. âjust need a few minutes to recoverâ you explain. jungkook immediately understands that. he gives you minutes of peaceful silence, with that, he takes care of washing your body. gently rubbing the pink loofah in your smooth skin as he hums the song thatâs been stuck in your brain for quite a while.
after showering, he helps you slip on your baby pink dainty nightgown. this dress is special. jungkook got it for you when he flew abroad for one of his boxing competitions. one day, he and his team were strolling around the fancy mall when he passed by a cute local lingerie store that you will definitely check out, only if you were with him. of course, he chose to follow what his heart tells him to do, to go inside and find a thing or two to give you as soon as he comes home. to you.
âđâËâšâĄ â
both yours and jungkookâs bodies are situated on your twin sized bed. in spite of the fact that thereâs not much for the two of you and one of you might fall on the ground if another moves a little, itâs not a hurdle as you two embrace each otherâs warmth as if thereâs no tomorrow. two bodies comfortably embracing one another. tonight, youâre designated to be the tiny spoon
âggukie..â you murmur, hot breath fanning against his bare chest. âhmm??â jungkook looks down to see what his princess needs.
âwant your cockâyou weakly pleaded, causing the man to slightly chuckle. you must be out of your mind.
âbaby, your body is tiredâ said by him, shaking his head to show his disapproval. what a silly idea that goes around your mind when your eyes can barely open. youâre really out here doing everything but to sleep. he continues to caress your soft hair.
on a side note, you and jungkook never had penetrative sex before. yes, he eats you out here and there and vice versa. but he never dares to insert himself inside you.
indeed youâre a virgin but itâs not that you never wanted to. matter of fact youâve made up your mind and are willing to give your virginity to him. jungkook is well aware of that. however, fear of hurting you always troubles him. heâs afraid that you will go through pain, scared that heâll break you: his fragile pretty girl
âneed your cock inside meâ you continue to whine. âdidnât I show you a video of me from last week taking the toy you gifted me? you said I did so wellâ reminding him that one video clip of you masturbating to the pink rose you got from him. how could he forget about that when he uses it to get off every single night? with full on volume too, all ears concentrate on your high pitched moans, giving him more than the satisfaction he craves. the thoughts of that makes the lust that nearly vanishes inside him linger, you just never fail to get him arouse even before going to sleep.
however, jungkook is still in his right mind. âthatâs different,â he argues. itâs valid to doubt that heâll fit.
âok then just put it in me then we can sleep?â you beg, attempting to compromise. âjust wanna feel you close while I sleep. can you imagine how much I missed you?â youâve come to an extent to use the guilt trip tool to convince him.
he understands the emotion youâre trying to make him feel as he looks into your bambi doe eyes. looking so innocent yet begging for his cock. evoking his guilt to get what you want. jungkook recognizes you in and out, you wonât take no for an answer. also itâs not like heâs not dying to do it, as if he doesnât fantasize about it when you sleep over at his penthouse. the amount of self control he has..
you have him on a chokehold. jungkook doesnât say anything, rather he gently lifts up the arm which your head is laying on and slightly gets up to open the pink mini cabinet on top of your nightstand, taking out a sky blue container.
âhere, apply itâ, throwing the lube bottle on your lap.
youâre stunned, heart excitedly does jumping jacks inside your chest. next time it will be you doing jumping jacks on his di-
âcmon cutie I donât have all nightâ he blurts, interrupting your thoughts. you never get up so fast in your nineteen years of living. he goes straight back to his original position, laid on his back. he may act chill,but heâs internally pleased and aroused.
as you go down on him (again), your two hands get a grip of the band of his black boxer and pull it down, his semi-hard cock immediately springs out. you canât help but to give it a tiny peck before giving it a few strokes as you point it towards your lips
you open the bottle up with a pop, squirting out enough lube on your fingers before gently spreading it on his tip. he hisses as he feels the cold liquid substance being applied to him. you trace the sides of his length, ensuring the reduction of friction.
he grabs your arm, guiding your body to lay down sideways next to him. a tattooed veiny arm from behind snakes around your torso, clasping your upper body.
âready?â he whispers, as he nibbles your ear. jungkook earns longingly nods from you, and for a split moment he spreads some liquid using his lubricated tip around your private area before slowly inserting it in. you discern the penetrating sensation in your core, which makes you purr.
he continues to penetrate inside you furthermore, causing you to close your eyes and tighten your clasp on his arms as you bear with the ache. he fully aware of how youâre feeling as heâs also having a hard time moving in.
âbare with me babyâ tensely reassuring you. âso t-tight, fuck.â his other arm makes its journey below your nightgown, traveling its way to your perky breast, delicately squeezing one of them. jungkook does the same and gives the attention to the other one. simultanously, he plants a few smooches on the skin behind your ear, attemping to distract you from the pain. you quietly release moans and groans as he continues. heâs inches in when he feels your wall clenching around him.
your tight pussy becomes jungkookâs personal paradise. itâs the way your walls are clenching around him is better than he imagined; unmatched from all the fantasy he creates in his mind about you.
âkoo.. â your fingers tracing the veins on the back of his palm.
âwhat? my baby canât handle it? tell me and Iâll stopâ he softly asks. a tear just drops from you leg but youâre too tired to even react.
ân-no just stay inside, iâm sleepyâ and with that, you instantly drift to sleep.
he hums, a hand that was busy playing on your chest shifts to caress your hair. jungkook lays one last kiss at your temple.
âgoodnight to you too my pretty girl, love you so muchâ
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Imagine... ('I didn't know this eggnog was spiked)
Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader
December Daze Challenge - Day 16 - @the-slumberparty
Warnings: (470w) CEO Bucky. Drunk sex - questionable consent (reader is intoxicated, Bucky is sober).

Imagine working for CEO!Bucky. Despite the instant chemistry, he maintained a professional relationship, the power imbalance holding him back from pursuing anything with you, no matter how obvious your attraction to him was. He still found excuses to stop by your desk, or keep an eye on you during meetings, but he did his best to stick to strictly PG-13 thoughts. And then you decided to attend the unsanctioned employee holiday party. Bucky didnât even know you changed your mind about going until an hour into the festivities when you drunkingly make the journey two floors up and saunter into his office, demanding attention. He hardly registers the hint of annoyance he feels at being interrupted when his gaze lands on you, wearing a dress heâs never seen you in before, the material accentuating your curves. Whatever instinct he has to take care of you, to find out why no one told you the eggnog was spiked, is quickly erased when you join him at his desk, your flushed cheeks begging for his touch. Everything moves at blurring pace after that. Buckyâs hand on the back of your head, pulling you into a desperate kiss, leaving you breathless and aching for more. Swift movements to clear his desk, setting you on top, your gorgeous dress bunched around your waist, your panties stuffed in his pocket. He demands more of you than you feel capable of, his rough voice encouraging you to keep looking at him every time he gets you close with his talented tongue. Youâre too overwhelmed, your eyes fluttering closed, barely able to focus on anything except the way his fingers are spreading you so obscenely, giving him the perfect view of your soaked pussy. Bucky refuses to let you come until you finally give him what he wants, your gaze eventually remaining locked on his face nestled between your thighs, forcing you to acknowledge that this is really happening. Youâre actually coming on your bossâs tongue. Then heâs kissing you again, his hands fumbling with his zipper, his only focus on being inside of you, ignoring the part of his brain thatâs telling him this is wrong. Youâre more than a willing participant though, your heels pressed against his ass, pulling him in, soon meeting his tentative thrusts, your breathy noises of pleasure spurring him on. Bucky keeps one hand on the back of your neck, reminding you to keep your eyes on him, mesmerized by the way you take his cock so well. Itâs laughable that he thought he could fuck you once to get you out of his system, because as he watches you fall apart as soon as his palm presses against your clit, he knows heâs doomed. Heâs destined to spend the rest of his life addicted to you, doing whateverâs necessary to keep you by his side and in his bed - and everywhere else you'll undoubtedly let him fuck you.

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