#AO3 Rei

[cutenervousyoungthing]

time for bed !

[suad-khaled]

Can you imagine being stripped of safety at the happiest moment of your life? I’m Suad, a young mother from Gaza, where I gave birth to my son Khaled amidst the chaos of w@r.

When I first heard his cries, I felt indescribable joy, but soon I was overwhelmed with fear. How would I protect him from the hor/rors surrounding us? Each day presents a new challenge from food and water shortages to a lack of medical care.

My family and I have faced repeated displ@cements, searching for a safe haven away from the bomb@rdments. I struggle daily to provide Khaled with his basic needs while our health deteriorates under these harsh conditions.

I urgently need your support to secure shelter and medical care for Khaled. You can be part of our story, as every bit of help makes a real difference.

If you can share my story or offer support, I would be forever grateful. Hope exists, but we need you to help us achieve it. Thank you for your understanding and big hearts.

Please share my story; it might reach someone who can offer support. If you’re unable to donate, sharing my story would mean so much. You can spread the link across your social media and reblog my pinned post. Additionally, sharing my account can help others follow our updates and support us.

I’ve been verified by Nabulsi, El-Shab Hussien, and NorthGazaUpdate, 90-ghost, and I’m listed on the vetted list on 279 line.

- Our story began with the birth of my son Khaled amid difficult circumstances; the joy was tinged with fear due to the surrounding situation. Link1 Link2 Link3

- Khaled fell seriously ill, and we had to take him to the hospital. These moments were filled with tension due to the lack of medical services and difficulty accessing them. Link1 Link2

-We experienced multiple displacements due to the surrounding dangers, facing daily threats to our lives and being forced to keep moving. Link1

-Khaled's health deteriorated significantly, and he required daily nebulization sessions to alleviate his condition, but power outages prevented us from providing the necessary treatment. Link1

-With the deteriorating conditions, we are suffering from significant financial pressures due to rising prices and a lack of resources, making it exhausting to meet our basic needs. Link1

I have come to realize that I can’t face these conditions alone. Every bit of support, whether through sharing my story or posting these updates, means so much to my family and me. I kindly ask you to help spread my story, as everyone who reads it may be a bridge to the support we desperately need.

Thank you for your understanding and your big hearts

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[777emmyy]

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[writerstruggle]

i don't know what canon is. just tumblr and ao3 ❤️

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[tootiredtobenice]

imagine talking shit about me and I'm just in my room like

[autumnmobile12]

My Hero Academia AU: Living Ghost

A little bit different than my other comics; I've never done a time lapse before.

In the Ambush Simulation notes, I mentioned that Dabi has a canon divergence in this AU where he returned home after the three years he was missing/presumed dead, but nothing in the household changed and he was still an unhinged mess.  This is the AU comic behind ‘unhinged mess’ and the partial reasoning behind his antagonistic behavior in The Summer Camp Ambush Simulation.

…

All right, so canonically Dabi is a walking, half-dead, Lovecraftian nightmare of mental and physical health issues who's keeping himself going through sheer willpower/hatred.  Ujiko says that after waking up from the three year coma, he should not have survived longer than a month as a result of the injuries he sustained from the fire.  So even in an AU where he was reunited with his family after the fact, that’s still the reality of his situation.

Enter Endeavor: In this scenario, at that point in his character arc, I think he would have retreated back into his usual pattern of refusing to face the issue. The Todoroki family got Touya back, but they also learned that he wouldn't be with them long. If a missing/presumed dead child turns up after three years, they're immediately going to a hospital to establish mental and physical condition, so the health issues resulting from the fire would have been discovered almost immediately.

From the point of view of Endeavor, Touya's return was cause for celebration and was initially viewed as a second chance/an opportunity to repair some of the damage he'd already done to his family...but then the severity of Touya's prognosis becomes apparent and they're told he has weeks to live. In Ambush Simulation, Endeavor takes the coward’s way out and leaves the problem for everyone else to deal with so he doesn't have to face Touya.  He told himself it was a way of not getting attached and so on, and no matter how much he tries to deny it, the avoidance is his guilty conscious.

The same goes for Rei. She refused to see Touya after he came back just so she wouldn't have to say goodbye to him a second time.

But Touya doesn't die.

Despite what the doctors predicted, he survives '...albeit with complications, various emergencies, experimental treatments to delay the inevitable, no clear answer on how the hell he was still breathing, and no promises that he would ever live a full life...' And now, just like in canon, he has 7-8 years of simmering resentment with the trauma of a near-death experience, the realization of having lost three years of his life due to the coma, the fallout of terminal health, and the crushing disappointment of what should have been a heartfelt reunion turned into a second abandonment.

In this AU as a vigilante, Touya has the Pandora’s Box of being an outrageous public menace and a potential family embarrassment because he figured out the only time his father pays any attention to him is when he’s ‘acting out’ and he decided he’d rather be the problem child than the invisible child.  And unfortunately, this mentality has also ruined his relationship with Natsuo.

In some respect, canon is a happier outcome for Touya because at least in canon, the poor bastard has a purpose instead of reduced to a living ghost.

…

The piano panels are him rehabilitating his hands.  Technically after a three year coma, he should not have been walking and talking as quickly as he did.  Not with that kind of atrophy.  So I’m balancing that inaccuracy out with the headcanon his fine motor skills were likely completely ruined.

Plus, if your life is a train wreck, have at least one positive hobby.

...Yomaha...

[reylo4ever2020]

Found this on Pinterest. Made me laugh.

[lavshaze]

Love

✧ contains ⤐ fluff, fluff, fluff! established relationship goodness and several mentions of explicit activities. weekend hair viktor is a blessing not many get to witness so I felt like I had to put this into words. for my lovely editor who's been craving viktor fluff <3 @saydontgojo this one's for u babe w.c. ~ 1.3k

Ao3 version

Your whole life has been building up to this moment. 

Years of studying, innovating, and experimenting with dangerous ideas, all that effort pales in comparison to the great lengths you’re going through to make your boyfriend of two years a decent breakfast. Recipe books always overcomplicate things, you liked to say, but Viktor— the filthy traitor— would always say that you were the problem in that equation. 

Well, Viktor is out cold in your shared bed after one of the best nights of his life, so you don’t think he has any room to complain. He isn’t allowed to. 

You look down at the mixture, seemingly of normal color and consistency. You lean down and sniff it for good measure, normal smell too. None of the eggs were rotten, none of the expiry dates on the packages were alarming, and you’d made sure to use exactly a pinch of salt this time. Salt was a lethal weapon in the kitchen, you were finding out based on recent experiments— experiments that may or may not have had Viktor as the involuntary test subject.    

Okay, maybe he has a little bit of room to complain. 

You turn around to look at the stove. Such an innocent looking machine that’s actually capable of ruining your life, and you’d have to work with it to get the desired final product. You groan to yourself, scooping the bowl of batter up and making your way to the biggest challenge of the recipe. 

Fire, such a fascinating tool. Just as dangerous as salt. 

You turn it on and thank the gods when it doesn’t somehow combust or set your entire apartment aflame. You reach for a spoon and fill it to the brim with batter, approaching the cursed thing with determination. The concoction pours into the pan smoothly on top of the butter, forming the perfect circle you were aiming for, you watch as the little bubbles form into it in the next few seconds. 

“Very good. Will you be able to flip it next?” 

You can’t fight the groan that escapes your throat at the voice of your tormenter. Too busy with the life-changing experience of making pancakes, you hadn’t seen or heard Viktor limp his way into your small kitchen. Him being awake at ten in the morning is nothing new, but it completely spoils your plans of serving him breakfast in bed. You had actually managed to convince him to take a few days off, convinced the both of you really, and the one thing you wanted to do in this time was keep him off his feet. 

Last night was very successful in that regard, this morning doesn’t seem to follow. 

You turn to look at him and you immediately curse yourself for being so stupid, because the minute you lay eyes on him, all the frustration escapes your body as if in osmotic diuresis. Viktor is gorgeous in the morning, even more so when he’s forced to actually get a full night of sleep. Disheveled brown hair and shining amber eyes flickering with mischief, the weight of everything you did last night comes back to you like a fucking bulldozer. He’s wearing nothing besides his underwear and a half buttoned white shirt, exposing his bruised and marked torso, and the devilishly seductive curve of his neck and collarbones. 

Curse the gorgeous scientists. 

“Yes, Viktor, I’m gonna flip it next. I can cook.” 

He leans on the doorway and hums to himself, “yes, lásko, I’m sure you can. I’m not sure, however, if I would call making pancakes cooking.” 

“I’m using a fire, am I not?” 

“It would appear so,” he turns to the stove, “it would also appear that you’ve burnt the first pancake of the day.” 

Your head snaps to the pan and you’re disappointed to find that he’s right. He limps to your side and reaches out a hand for the spatula, you dejectedly give it to him and he grins in response. Smug bastard. 

Within a few minutes, the burnt pancake is cleaned off and long forgotten. He places and flips around twelve in the time it would have taken you to finish two, especially with how low you keep the fire. You sit on the counter next to the stove and watch him work, discussing details of your latest project and how the funding process is going. 

“If I have to listen to another pretentious old man— who isn’t Heimerdinger, though he’s on thin ice— question another minute detail of this research, I’m actually going to fucking lose it.” 

Viktor hums, “unfortunate how everything is managed by such individuals.” 

You groan, “gods, I know. They should really have an age limit for these things, there’s a certain age where you just shouldn’t be allowed to run things like this. Especially if you’re following old guidelines, because hello? What year is it again?” 

“Miláčku, pass me the butter.” 

You mindlessly hand it to him, a new memory coming to mind that makes your rant start all over again. 

“And don’t get me started on getting the council’s approval, it’s like they made that group with the idea of having the most insufferable people in control. I’ve never seen such shallow people all in the same room!” 

He smiles, “I thought you liked Mel.” 

“I do, and Cassandra is sensible enough. But, gods above, it does not cancel out the rest.” 

His eyes crinkle in amusement, understanding exactly what you mean. What’s worse to Piltover than one undercity scientist? Two undercity scientists, with very expressive faces, who are deeply in love and gossip about you at every given chance. 

The silence after your little rant settles over the kitchen as he finishes up the batter you prepared and moves the equipment to the sink. He runs them under water and leaves them to soak, turning around to face you, still on the counter. He smiles when he sees you were already watching him, and walks over to stand in front of you. 

“We make a great team,” you say, “I make the batter and you handle the rest.” You bat your lashes innocently. 

“You always like things done for you, don't you, love?” There's that dangerous glint in his eyes, the one you're used to seeing in the dim light of your shared bedroom.

With one arm placed on each side of your thighs, he leans forward to whisper, “you look lovely today.” You smile, knowing exactly what he’s playing at, “I’m barely wearing anything.” He hums and plants a short, sweet kiss on your lips, “that’s what I was aiming for, yes.” 

“Viktor, baby,” you reach up to cup his face and he leans into your touch, “we are not going to fuck on the kitchen counter.” He smiles and leans forward, planting more kisses on your mouth, clearly not listening to that warning. You curse the gods above for making him so irresistible, your body following his lead before you could do anything to stop the natural progression of events. 

“What makes you so sure of that, miláčku?” 

The words are kissed out of your mouth before you can think of a reply and you physically feel all the resistance escaping your body, allowing yourself to enjoy this rare occasion to laze around and make love to your gorgeous, brilliant boyfriend. His hot mouth drops to your cool neck and you lean back in bliss, sighing when he gently grazes your skin with his teeth. Last night’s marks weren’t even close to healing and he was already giving you new ones, such an overachiever. 

You lace your fingers through his dark hair and allow yourself to get lost in the moment. In these sacred moments, in the private comfort of your shared apartment, none of the work you do outside matters. Piltover and its progress doesn’t measure up to the satisfaction you bring each other within these walls, none of your stress or work could catch up to you when you’re in each other’s presence. It doesn’t matter if you’re not ready for the future, it doesn’t matter if you doubt your abilities or feel hopeless, all those worries seem so irrelevant right now. 

Within these four walls, all you care about is the love you and Viktor have cultivated. 

[0viraptoraskblog]

How do you think Strade would do if he were in MC's place in Mason's route? Feel free to give your opinion on the other two from TPOF (Derek and Celia). What about Lawrence?

I know Gato already talked about what it would be like if it were Ren, but if you want to add some more of your individual thoughts, that would be awesome! (BTD/BTD2 and TPOF Ren would act in the same way? I know they are the same person, but still XD. I wonder if Fox would act differently than his younger self in Mason's huntings.

Sorry if something seems confuse, I'm not a english speaker!

I went pretty in depth with this one, let’s get into it! Some of these are more headcanon, and some are scenarios I think that might happen.

Strade

Mason- I don’t think Strade would do well with Mason. He’s a fairly suburban guy, I’d say— and he’s a people person. He’s also not very athletic. Being out in the woods, stranded and alone, is not a good situation for Strade. He’s not sneaky; I imagine he’d slip up or be too obvious to track that Mason would get to him quickly.

Derek- This scenario might be interesting. That’s because there are multiple hunters, and multiple victims. Instead of Strade only avoiding getting hurt himself, he’ll notice their motives, and see them torture the others (in first blood, for example). Watching them have their fun with Chamomile might get him excited. I’m sure the group will notice one of their victims is seeming very into what they’re doing, instead of being afraid. That’s.. new. Strade might even try to convince them to let him switch to their side. I doubt they’d believe he’s serious on the spot, but still.

Celia- Gato has already mentioned a bit about these two. In short, if Celia were to capture or otherwise acquire Strade, she’s very perceptive and would be quick to find his weaknesses. He hates being restrained, even fears it, and Celia will exploit this right away. Strade is good in his element, but if Celia gets to him first, he’s in trouble.

Lawrence

Mason- this is actually 50/50, depending all on how Lawrence reacts to the situation. He stands a fairly good chance though. Let me explain; If Law wakes up in an unfamiliar situation, in the woods with a man holding a crossbow, that will cause him to panic just like it would anyone. Depending on how Lawrence is feeling leading up to this (his “sanity bar” let’s say), he could act very different. If he’s struggling, that panic will turn to anger. Lawrence isn’t afraid to throw a punch, and sometimes jumps right to that out of instinct if he’s frustrated. Mason is still stronger by far, but Law actually comes close in terms of height and strength (compared to all the other characters), and might have a chance to at least escape a close call. If Law is thinking more clearly though, once he runs from the starting point and calms down a bit, he might realize— he’s in his element. He’s always been more at home in the forest than with people and civilization. The isolation and lost feeling that might stress someone out normally gives him a feeling of security. He knows the woods, and he actually has the best chance of making it out alive.

Derek- Lawrence would not like Derek, in my opinion. Derek is loud, obnoxious, and rude. He’s also something Lawrence hates on a personal level: he’s a bully. He goes out of his way to insult and pick on people, especially in gross or offensive ways. Lawrence was bullied a lot as a child, and hearing this from Derek (whether directed towards him or another victim) would infuriate him. Derek might laugh and point at how upset Law looks, sitting there tied up, and taunt him about how he can’t do anything about it. Lawrence sees all the people who’ve been mean to him in the past in Derek (I think he tends to ‘group’ people he dislikes into a category in his mind) and, well.. Lawrence isn’t a kid anymore. He’s taller and stronger. As soon as he gets untied, he doesn’t run. He tackles Derek right there in front of everyone. With all the others there, someone’s bound to pull him off, stab him, or even kill him right there, but Derek won’t make it out without a serious beating. Let’s say that doesn’t happen though, and Law makes it out into the open desert. This, unlike the woods, would panic him. It’s dry and barren and all looks the same. He wouldn’t know where to go next. I think he would spend most of his time in the fissure, hiding in the shade and waiting. Maybe he’d try to return to the River by dehydrating himself (not drinking the water in the puddle), because at least it would get him out of this. Law doesn’t work well in a team, generally speaking, especially with strangers. I don’t see him doing very well in the desert.

Celia- Lawrence might have trouble with Celia. Like I mentioned, she’s good at finding and exploiting people’s weaknesses. Lawrence wouldn’t like the feeling of being analyzed and perceived so much, especially when he’s in an unfamiliar situation. He needs to be the one planning things out, thinking things through. And being trapped in that building too? It would really stress him out. (I think the buzzing lights would really affect him after a while). If he got his hands free, he’d probably take the route of smashing the window.

EDIT: I stumbled across this in a canon ask after I wrote my answer, and I have to say I’m proud of myself ^^ I was pretty spot on.

Ren

Here’s the canon answers:

I don’t have anything to add, that’s basically what I would’ve said.

Fox

(Assuming that he wasn’t the announcer who sold victims to the main three), here’s a few differences I’d mention.

Derek- although he’s still capable of working as a team, Fox is also more independent. He’d be more likely to save himself over others than younger Ren would have been. He’d work together if the opportunity presented it, but I think he’d first try to find their cars/another way out by sneaking around at night, without necessarily checking for the other captives first.

Celia- Fox would be more perceptive of the situation than his younger self. Part of this comes from years of experience being on the other end of this scenario, so he can guess what’s going on in the mind of his captor now.

Mason- not much different. He’s older and a bit cooler headed, but Mason is still too skilled for Fox to best him. Sorry, Ren.

[777emmyy]

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[cowboygenesis]

1: charity case | kylo ren x reader

part 1 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist. | playlist

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: none. word count: 1.6k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: welcome to the new series! i need to preface by saying that rey and kylo are related in this fic-- it just happened to work for the plotline i concocted! starting off short with under 2k words, but the chapters will get longer with time. as always, please enjoy!

Now Playing: Days Incomplete - Fine

“He’s staying here?” you utter over the rim of your mug, unbelieving at your roommate’s sudden admission.

She stands in the kitchen, eyes glazed with sleep as she gingerly grips a matching cup of steaming coffee. When her lips turn into a coy smile, your patience—already frayed at this ungodly time of day— threatens to snap. “Just for a few weeks.”

The digits hovering over your laptop quiver with frustration, stilling mid-air as your jaw clenches. You glance over the thin screen, trying to decipher if she’s joking. Alas, her eyes meet yours with a certain sternness that you return half-heartedly.

“A few weeks,” you echo, tone snappy despite the drowsiness in your throat. You take a short sip of your coffee, watching her with furrowed brows. “What is he, Rey, a charity case?”

“Come on,” she sighs, pushing her butt away from the countertop to approach you. You gaze up at her with a quirked brow, watching the soft, morning light seep onto her face as she pulls up a chair beside you. “It’s not just anyone we’d be doing this for. He’s my brother.”

You meet her gaze lazily, the heated ceramic doing little to ease the tension brewing between your ears. Rey’s lips press into a thin line, eyes wet and pleading as she brings a hand to your palm. The gesture is self-explanatory— a silent call for your approval that usually, you heed. But this, you’re not so sure about.

You’ve been occupying the apartment since freshman year of your bachelor’s, and in all that time, the option of guests felt like labor. Sure, you could host a dinner party or two without breaking a sweat, but having people over for a few consecutive nights proved a hassle on multiple occasions— this included any partners you’d try to house, to the dismay of your landlord and each other.

“Rey, we barely have enough space for two people in this apartment,” you sigh, gently shrugging off her hand to close your laptop. You move it to the side, along with the small notebook you were jotting in. “Where’s he going to sleep? Or keep his stuff?”

“The couch is big enough,” she shrugs, nodding to the living room.

You follow her gaze, the corners of your lips twitching as you take in the worn-out cushions of your second-hand couch. The patchwork blanket you had gotten from your grandmother one birthday lies against the armrest, clamped down by a few textbooks.

“For a child, maybe. Or a housecat,” You exhale sharply, setting your coffee down with a clink. “He’s a grown man, Rey. A man.”

“It’s only temporary,” she sighs, eyeing the couch briefly as if measuring the fit. You chew the inside of your cheek in thought.

You don’t remember much about Rey’s brother. As a matter of fact, you must have missed his name entirely in the few times she had mentioned him over the years. Some part of you felt like their relationship might have been strenuous because of that, but you never felt the need to inquire.

“We’ll make it work,” she declares quickly, leaning in on her elbows as if noticing your apprehension. “He won’t get in the way, I promise you— let’s just give him a chance to recalibrate, okay?”

“Rey,” you speak, softer this time as your eyes meet hers with mirth. “Are you sure we’re his only option?”

You feel mean for making this more difficult than it should be, but you know your concerns are valid. The space is small, your lease is up in less than six months, and your thesis won’t appreciate the chaos that’ll inevitably come with a third body wandering around.

“We’re his best option right now,” she intertwines her fingers and looks down. “Things are complicated back home right now. I’m sorry.”

You frown, searching Rey’s face for any sign of trepidation. She looks weary but otherwise earnest, and you can feel your reluctance softening despite your better judgment.

Rey’s been a good friend and even greater roommate in the time you’ve known her. The dishes were always done once you got home, and she rarely made much noise in her bedroom, even when she had partners over. You, of course, graced her with the same respect.

“Just a few weeks, right?” you sigh, voice gentler now as you meet her gaze.

She nods, her smile muted but ascending with the leniency of your response. “At most.”

You glance at the couch again, lips pressed into a thin line. You can already picture it: early mornings before work or classes punctuated by awkward, weary-eyed encounters in the kitchen; and then the late nights spent tiptoeing past the swaddled body of a grown-ass man taking up your living room— just so you can grab a glass of water from the sink. The thought makes you wince, but as you glimpse at Rey’s pleading eyes, you make the heartbreaking choice.

“Okay,” you sigh, though the word feels heavy on your tongue. “But—”

“But?” she echoes, her bright smile faltering slightly as you lift a finger.

“—He contributes. Dinner, groceries, the whole thing,” you say firmly, ticking points off on your fingers as Rey watches with a lazy smile. If your temple was to be desecrated, you’d at least set some ground rules before it happened. “And, we establish a strict shower schedule.”

“You know he wo—”

“It’s non-negotiable!” you counter with a soft chuckle, and Rey matches it immediately.

“Okay, okay! Done!” She reaches across the table, squeezing your hand again with a warm laugh. Despite the anxiety creeping into your stomach, squeeze her back. “Thank you. Seriously… I owe you one.”

“Oh, you already owe me two,” you mutter as Rey pushes her chair back. She moves to the kitchen, placing her empty mug in the metal sink before raising an eyebrow at you. “Three, if you count the time I had to spend an entire weekend entertaining your charity case of a girlfriend.”

“So is everyone a charity case to you now?” she teases with a tilt of her head, making you scoff dramatically.

“Just these two.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rey laughs softly as she rolls her eyes, brushing past you to grab her leather bag from the windowsill. “Kylo keeps to himself, at least. You won’t even notice he’s here.”

Kylo?

“Kylo?” you repeat, feeling the name on your tongue.

“Kylo Ren,” she explains, sliding her feet into a pair of untied, white sneakers. You hear a slight sneer in her voice but decide to put the conversation on ice, for when she returns. “I must’ve mentioned his name before.”

You bite your lip, racking your brain for the memory that yet again comes up barren. You recall Rey telling you her home life was strained growing up, brought up in unlikely circumstances as an adoptive daughter of two righteous people with a tangible strain between them. You caught their names that one time, but never heard her utter them again after the fact.

“Beats me,” you reply quietly, reaching for your pen and notebook again. You open it to an empty page and press the metal nib to paper, jotting down a bullet point.

“He’s a programmer,” she elaborates plainly, eyeing a stray banana on the counter before deciding to snag it. You watch the fruit disappear into her bag as she checks for the rest of her belongings. “Dropped out of a doctorate program recently.”

“You’re kidding,” you quip, a sardonic smirk painting your features as you turn your body to face her. “So, does he ever leave the house, or…”

“Funny,” Rey retorts, rolling her eyes. “He’s not socially inept, just…” she reaches for her set of keys from the counter, balling them between her fingers as she looks for a proper word. “Particular.”

Particular. You’ve dealt with enough eccentrism in your life to know the true meaning of that word. If Rey saw her brother as particular, you struggled to imagine how he presented himself to a stranger like you.

“Particular how?”

“Smart, quiet,” she admits, her voice softening as she continues. “A little intense, I guess.”

“Woah,” you quip, drawing another bullet point for your developing house rules. “Is that a threat?”

“Not in a bad way.” She waves off your concern, heading for the door. “You’ll see, though.”

“I’m sure,” you mutter through a long exhale, leaning an elbow against the table as you watch Rey depart. “Anything else I should know?”

She gives you a look, but the bright smile on her face suggests she’s pleased to be past the argument stage of your deal. “He’s been through a lot lately. His last job was brutal, our parents have been hard on him, and then his…”

Your pen stills against the lined page as you hear Rey falter. Her lip catches between her teeth as she grabs her jacket from the hanger, looking into nothingness as if considering how much she wants to reveal.

“Guess I’ll find out soon enough,” you mercifully punctuate the conversation and she looks at you with a grateful smile that you return.

“You won’t be disappointed,” she nods, pushing the door open and stepping outside. When she speaks again, her voice echoes throughout the broad hallway beyond. “I promise!”

Before you get the chance to reply, the door slams shut. You hear the tapping of her shoes as she descends the staircase and once again, you’re left in silence— a silence you now know to appreciate before it’s gone for the foreseeable future.

You pick up your coffee again, gaze still fixed on the couch as you take a languid sip.

“Don’t make me regret this, Kylo.”

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[rainbow-rey]

Shameless - chap. 2

Sukuna x Reader - MDNI!!

Summary: You didn't expect to end up under that guy you met on your weekend getaway, but you're glad you did.

Tags: reader-insert, pov second person, p in v, creamp/e, size k/nk, multiple org/sms, phone s/x, mutual m/sturbation, squ/rting

Part 2 of a series - Full thing posted on ao3 as a longfic

You can’t sleep. It’s 4 a.m., and you’ve been rolling around for hours. You’re desperate for something. Some sort of release, an escape from the late-night thoughts you’ve been having about a certain someone.

You finally give up trying to go to sleep, and sit up in your bed. You pull your dildo out of your bedside drawer as you unlock your phone and open Twitter. You open your bookmarks and scroll through, trying to find a good video… And you just about find one, but you get a notification. 

sukuna 🍆💦 Hey You up?

Ah. Just the person you were trying to forget. 

you yeah whats going on

sukuna 🍆💦 I miss you + I’m horny

You almost choke on your own spit. 

you same what should we do about that?

sukuna 🍆💦 Hm I can think of a few things

sukuna 🍆💦 started a FaceTime call.

“Hi,” you squeak out. You’re in a low-cut tank top and pyjama pants, no bra. The usual sleepwear. 

Sukuna is shirtless. 

You didn’t expect the sight to affect you so much, but god, he’s hot. His face is effortlessly beautiful—jaw is strong and defined, tattoos framing his face powerfully. And his body, fuck. 

His shoulders are broad, chest wide. You can’t see anything below his armpits, which may be for the better. You would probably cum on the spot if you did. 

He probably noticed your drooling, because he smirks. “Like what you see?” 

You can’t stop yourself from nodding. 

“You wanna see more?” 

You gulp. You’re unbelievably turned on right now. “Y-yeah. Sure.” You’re both mature adults. Who can make mature decisions. But the mere sight of him, all exposed, has you picturing things you probably shouldn’t be thinking about. 

Your brain starts going haywire when he tilts his camera to show him sliding down the waistband of his pants. His happy trail leads to a patch of hair—which is somehow also pink. You wouldn’t have thought that would be a turn on, but if it’s Sukuna, anything goes. 

He pulls his pants down to his knees, showing his massive erection through his boxers. There’s a wet patch near where his tip is, leaving the grey material almost black. 

“Told you I was horny,” he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

Your voice quivers when you laugh. “Can I ask you something kind of weird?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“H-How big is it?” Is that an acceptable thing to ask someone?

It must be, because Sukuna answers easily. “Six and a half inches.” 

You almost choke. “Isn’t a normal length, like, three?”

“No idea. Have you ever been with a guy this big?”

Oh. You forgot to mention something earlier. “I, uh, haven’t been with any guy.”

Now it’s his turn to choke. “You’ve been with girls before, though, right?”

You shake your head. “I’m a virgin. Definitely not inexperienced, just not with real people.”

He groans. “You’re saying you were gonna let me be your first?” 

“Well, first cock. But yeah.” 

“Shit. Would you still let me, if I was with you now?” 

Your abdomen tingles. “Probably. Fuck, I wish you were with me. I’m so horny.”

You hear Sukuna’s staggered breathing in the mic. And you could swear his erection grew a little bit. 

“To make up for my not being there, could I help you another way?” Fuck. Is he really suggesting what you think he is?

“What kind of help are we talking?” Your speech is quiet, now, barely a whisper. 

“I think you know, doll.”

“What if I don’t? I need some details…” Where is your confidence coming from all of a sudden?

“I want you to fuck yourself the same way I would if I was there. Do you have any toys with you?” 

Your cunt aches at his words. “Fuck. Y-Yes. I have a dildo.”

“Good. Don’t use it yet. First, touch your tits for me. Be nice and gentle, but squeeze them a little.”

You rest your phone so that your camera captures your whole body, and you do as he asks. Your hands start groping your tits through your tank top, massaging them as you go. Your fingers graze over your nipples, rubbing and pinching them slightly. You bite your lip, imagining that it’s Sukuna’s hands roaming your body. 

He starts palming himself through his boxers, and it all sends a shiver down your spine. “Good girl,” he says. “If I was with you, I’d suck them till they were swollen. I’d work my way down, too; your thighs would be purple when I finished. Touch your thighs for me, baby. Run your hands all the way to your cunt.”

“Fuck, I wish you were with me,” you whine, doing as he instructed. Your fingers trail closer and closer to where you need them the most, but you hold back for now. 

“Once I get my test results back, I’ll make up for this. Promise. Gonna make you feel so good.” Sukuna groans as he adds more pressure on his ever-growing boner. “Take off your underwear, and I’ll take off mine? I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

“Uh huh,” you nod eagerly, sliding your panties to your ankles. You watch in anticipation as Sukuna’s erection springs free—and it’s big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen. You have no idea how it’s supposed to fit inside you… not that it’ll stop you from imagining. You can feel slick gushing out of your hole as you picture his cock fucking up into your swollen cunt over and over and over and—

“Fuck, I think I might cum just from thinking about you. Can’t wait ‘till I see you next.” 

“Neither can I,” you sigh. “Need you so bad.” 

“God, you’re going to be the death of me. Touch yourself, doll.”

You whimper as you drag one finger down your thigh. You slowly dip it into your pussy, soaking the tip in your juices, before pulling it out. You rub soft circles on your clit, letting out little moans. Sukuna has started stroking his cock, and you wish it was you. You stroke yourself faster, thinking about how his long fingers felt on your cunt.

“You ready to use that toy?” he asks. When you nod, he continues. “Lick it, get it all wet.”

You do as he asked, slurping the dildo the way you would if it was Sukuna. You can see him stroking himself faster on your phone screen, groaning louder as you take the silicone as far down as you can. By now you’re sure it’s soaked, so you release it with a pop. You line the toy up with your entrance. “May I?” you ask Sukuna. 

“Fuck. Go ahead, doll.” 

At his words, you push the dildo past your puffy lips. It slides into your cunt with no friction, and the sound of it squelching is sinful. You let out a soft moan as you shove the whole thing inside, the balls pushing against your ass. You leave the toy inside you, clenching so it doesn’t slip out, while you lick the tips of your middle fingers on one hand. You bring your clean hand to the dildo, pulling it out slowly, as you bring your fingers to your clit. You rub gently while you begin thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt. 

“Ah, f-fuck,” you moan, the noises your pussy is making combined with the feelings driving you mad. You stroke your clit faster, matching the speed you’re fucking yourself with. “W-wish this was you,” you whimper, and that sets Sukuna off. 

His hand jerks faster and sloppier, and he lets out a loud cry as spurts of cum erupt from his cock. “Fuck,” he sighs, shoulders relaxing. He turns to watch as you near the edge as well, fucking yourself rapidly. “Keep going, baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

“O-oh, fuck, I’m coming!” you cry out, the dildo bruising your g-spot over and over. “Ah!” 

“That’s it. Cum for me, doll,” Sukuna rasps, sending you over the edge. 

You cum on the toy, screaming Sukuna’s name and coating the silicone in your slick. You deflate after, chest heaving. “Fuck, Sukuna… I’ve never cum that hard in my life.” 

“I’ll beat this one,” he says with a grin. “Are you free Saturday?”

—

It’s Saturday. Finally. You’re picking out an outfit to go to Sukuna’s place. It doesn’t matter what you wear, really, considering it’ll end up on his bedroom floor anyways, but a good outfit means a good mood. You settle on a black t-shirt with grey sweats. You throw on a lip gloss, some sneakers, and a purse, before heading out. 

Sukuna’s front door opens about a second after you knock. He greets you with a grin, bending down to plant a peck on your lips. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you say. “Oh, we’re matching!” He’s wearing a black shirt with grey sweatpants of his own.

He laughs, pulling you inside. His apartment is arguably tidier than yours. He brings you to the couch, sitting with you. 

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs in your ear. The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine. 

“I missed you too. Haven’t stopped thinking about you all week.”

“Neither have I… Came on my hand to the thought of you every day.” You blush, and he pulls you closer to him, taking your purse and putting it on his side table. He presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, making you shudder. 

You can feel yourself getting wetter as he continues kissing your neck, licking and sucking on the skin. Your head falls back against the armrest and he shifts to be on top of you. One of his hands threads through your hair, while the other trails down your body. 

He cups your breast, squeezing gently and rubbing over your nipple with his thumb. You arch into his touch, whimpering softly. “Fuck, I need you so bad…”

Sukuna groans. “You wanna go to the bedroom, doll?”

You nod, and he picks you up effortlessly. He carries you to his room and lies you down on his bed, before claiming your mouth with his own. Your lips part as you moan, and his tongue slides in. His hands roam your body again, this time sliding under your top. He grabs your tits, massaging them both. He presses his bulge into you, grinding against your cunt. You whimper into his mouth. 

“Please…” 

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, ‘Kuna… Need you so bad,” you whine. 

Sukuna obliges with a smirk. He pulls your sweats and panties down to your ankles, then slides one finger through your puffy folds. He collects your slick, bringing it up to your clit and circling it slowly. The sensations drive you crazy. 

He sucks on two of his fingers and inserts them gently into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease. He fucks little moans out of you as he thrusts his fingers and rubs your clit. Just as you’re about to cum, he pulls away. He licks his fingers clean and pulls down his own pants, freeing his erection. 

And fuck, it’s even bigger in person. It’s perfect: long and girthy, with two veins running along it. You can’t help but reach out to touch it, and he groans on contact. You wrap your fingers around it, massaging the head with your thumb. You stroke his cock twice before he pulls your hand off. 

“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, doll. Let me at least get inside you first.”

He spits out a glob of saliva, landing right on your swollen clit. He uses his thumb to smear it over your nub and pussy lips. His fingers part your folds gently, the cool air hitting your dripping wet hole. Your cunt aches from all his teasing, hole clenching around nothing. 

“Please, ‘Kuna, fuck me already!” you whine. 

“Getting impatient already, hm?” Sukuna grabs his cock—you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to how fucking huge it is— and slaps his tip on your clit. You moan at the sensation, pain mixing with pleasure. 

He lines up his leaking dick with your slit, gliding it up and down your puffy folds. He pushes in a little but pulls away, and you whimper. 

He makes up for it by quickly shoving his cock into your pussy. He can only get about an inch in before meeting a tight ring of muscle, and he slowly pushes the rest of his length through. 

Your walls feel like they might break; he’s just so massive. He’s the only one who can fill you this much. Your toys have nothing on Sukuna Ryoumen. 

He juts his hips carefully, thrusting inch by inch into your abused hole. He doesn’t stop fucking into you until he’s balls-deep, and neither of you are quite sure how he fit. Luckily, he gives you a minute to adjust to his size before he pulls back out. 

He leaves only the tip in, and you realize that you’ll never be truly satisfied unless he’s sheathed inside you.

He slowly pushes all the way back in, veins hitting every possible spot in your cunt. He begins a slow pace of thrusting in and out of your sopping pussy. 

Every time he fucks into you, your juices squelch audibly. It sounds just like how it does when you’re fucking yourself, but it feels ten times better. Especially when he tilts his hips ever-so-slightly upwards, so you can feel him bruising that one spot inside you. 

Eventually, Sukuna speeds up his pace, finally fucking you fast, hard, and deep. You’re not sure how you haven’t cum yet, but even when you do, you know you’ll be able to go for longer. His thrusts feel so good that you think you might cry. 

You know it’s over when he brings his calloused thumb back to your clit. At this point, your entire vulva is coated in juices, and your swollen bud is no exception. His finger rubs back and forth, friction a forgotten feeling. You don’t know if it could get any better than this. 

It takes you maybe ten seconds of him rubbing your clit for you to start convulsing around his cock. Your cunt squeezes so hard that he can’t keep thrusting; your lips just suck him back in. His balls tighten and he spills himself inside you, painting your insides with rope after rope of his cum. 

Sukuna, still buried deep inside you, lies down on top of your torso. He places kisses all over your face, licking and sucking your neck and chest in a way you know will leave marks.

“Your pussy feels like it was made for me, doll,” he mumbles in your ear. 

“I think it was.” You’re only half joking—the way your bodies fit so perfectly together is nothing short of divine intervention. And your lips. And hands. And genitals. 

You suspect Sukuna Ryoumen was put on this Earth just to make you feel good… And he’s doing a good job of it so far. 

Right as the thought pops into your head, it appears to pop into Sukuna’s mind as well. He takes a break from leaving hickeys on your chest to cup your chin and capture your lips with his own. 

Your mouths dance together, tongues intertwining. He traces delicate fingers along your stomach, waist, hips, all the way back down to your sex. He hasn’t pulled out of you yet, and you feel his cock harden slowly in your walls. 

“You ready for more?” he asks, pausing his hands before they actually make contact with your cunt. 

“Uh huh. Fill me up with your cum, ‘Kuna.”

Your words are the green light he needed, and his fingers meet your swollen clit. He swipes over your wet nub while you feel his dick swell. Your cunt gushes, clenching around him when his veins press against your g-spot. 

Sukuna pulls almost all the way out of you, leaving just his throbbing tip inside. His cock is coated with a sticky white mixture of your fluids that serves as lube. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you listening to the squelch that rings out every time he pushes into your cunt. Your soft moans and his laboured pants blend in as well, and the room echoes with sex. 

“You feel so good, baby,” he groans in between thrusts. His dick overwhelms your insides as he picks up his pace, every inch of him pressing into every inch of you. He continues to stimulate your clit, rubbing back and forth to match how fast he pounds into you. 

It starts carefully and gently, but he eventually moves his hips with a speed and force that has the bed creaking from underneath you. You let out moans that you never would have expected to leave your lips. 

“Fuck, ‘Kuna, you’re too big!” you whine. 

Sukuna chuckles and you clench around him a bit tighter. He pauses his thrusts, eliciting a disappointed whimper from you, before he flips you over onto all fours. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, running a hand down your back. He cups one of your ass cheeks and squeezes. “Taking my cock so well.” He shoves his dick back inside you. 

“Ah! S-so full!” you cry. “Can’t take it, ‘s too much!”

His hands take a bruising hold on your hips as he starts to pound into you, this time faster and harder than before. His balls slap against your clit, fucking little moans out of you each time. 

“So perfect for me,” he says with a groan. “Milking me with that little cunt.” 

Sukuna pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts, his fat tip meeting the back wall of your pussy. He feels so good you just want to be consumed by him. 

“F-fuck, ‘Kuna, you feel too good! ‘M gonna cum!” 

It takes one deep, hard push for you to meet your climax. You scream as your legs wobble and your pussy squeezes his dick tighter than you thought possible. You squirt all over his balls and thighs—you didn’t even know you could do that! 

He holds onto you tighter, fucking you through your high. When he reaches his climax, he locks your hips together, and you can feel his balls pulse as they empty into you. His hot cum floods your pussy, joining the load he dumped in you earlier. Your arms give in, letting you collapse on the mattress. 

Sukuna lets go of your hips and pries his cock out of your cunt’s death grip. “So good for me.” He rolls you onto your back. He captures your lips in his, nearly devouring you with his kiss. “So fucking good.”

The two of you lay in silence, breaths syncing as you recover from your highs. 

“I think I want you to get me pregnant,” you whisper. 

He laughs. “Let me take you on a date, first, doll.”