#F! reader

[bones4thecats]

↳ Love in the Shadows of Parenthood III.

A Twisted Wonderland × Youth-Parent! Reader.

Chapters: Heartslabyul. Savanaclaw. Octavinelle (here). Scarabia. Pomefiore. Ignihyde. Diasomnia.

Characters Included: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, and Floyd Leech.

Prompt: "What if their S/O had a child before being with them?"

Possible Trigger Warnings: Teenage pregnancy (all), Toxic relationships, parental rights fighting, hinted abusive relationship (Azul), Hinted toxic relationship (Jade), Hinted toxic parenting, and relationship + parental abandonment (Floyd).

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🐙 Azul has seen teenage parents many times, since it was more likely for the mer-folk to become parents earlier than other species. So, when you held the young girl behind you and glared at the boys around stoically, he could see signs you were this girl's mother. 🐙 He felt the wish to make a deal with you when you first arrived, but he knew from experience with his own mother that being single with a child is hard. To make up for the 'lost customer', Azul merely assisted you. He planned on using it against you when older and you could let your daughter be more free.

🐙 It shocked him when he realized he liked you, finding it odd that he felt this for someone. But, after getting together, he began to really understand it when his mother said it's hard handling managing and parenthood. He only had her half the time! How was this child so difficult?! 🐙 Pearl, your daughter, was perfect around you, yet hard with Azul. He wondered why this was. So, when she was being looked after by Professor Trein so you and Azul could be out, he asked you what was up.

"She's difficult with me more often, especially after she called me 'Dada' a couple weeks ago." He said. "Why is that?"

You took a deep breath, hands clenching and relaxing repeatedly as you got flashes of everything from the past. From your first day knowing you were pregnant to the man you allowed this to happen with.

"Her biological father didn't exactly set the best image up for her..." You spoke, rubbing your arm with your main hand. Nerves were bunching up as you walked alongside your boyfriend.

Cocking an eyebrow, Azul hummed. A non-worded way to allow you to either continue explaining or stop, something he only used with you.

"Pearl's father wasn't great. He had issues with his emotions mainly. He'd get upset from the most minor things; from a cup being slightly off from its place to Pearl's outfit being slightly wrinkly. It was... hard to let her grow up with him around.

"I filed a restraining order and gained full custody of her. Haven't seen him since, but I know that he's made a stamp on her view of a father figure; angry."

Azul's eyes shifted to yours. They were shadowed, and it upset him.

Gripping your hand softly, he ran his fingers against your knuckles in wordless comfort. "But you..." You added. "You are just what she needs. I love you, 'Zulie."

"...I love you too, Pebble."

🍄 Jade's family has been around single parents many times. From business deals to members inside of the organization they ran, the calmer twin had seen many single parents. Though, they wouldn't consider it to not be a slight shock. 🍄 So, when you came to Twisted Wonderland with a young boy behind you, he suspected you to his parent. He could see similarities in physical features that allowed him to suspect the possibility; specifically hair and eye colors. 🍄 Unlike what many would believe, your son, Calder, found interest in the eel-mer before you did. He would watch the older male from your arms and wave anytime he'd catch his eyes. Whenever the man came near you, you'd be courteous while Calder would shamelessly eye him and speak whatever came to his mind. 🍄 Such bluntness was entertaining for Jade to watch. And when you got together, he would effortlessly use his new 'step-son' to get some unsuspecting victim involved in a deal. His boy repeated what the older one said, wishing to be just like him. 🍄 You were happy he was admiring someone other than you. Thankful it was Jade and not someone like Floyd, because of his or your ex, who was known in your world for his effortless dishonesty. Jade may be slippery underneath his pristine skin, but he was honest.

It was months since you and Jade started dating, and your son's fourth birthday just so happened to fall during Night Raven College's spring break. So, he had brought you and Calder with him to visit his parents.

After taking the potions to become mer-folk for a weeks-time, you and your son happily swam around. He and you were clown-fish, your orange and white stripes reflecting against Jade and Floyd's darker-shaded blues.

Jade smiled and chuckled as Floyd and Calder swam in a race ahead, his eyes sparkling in a way you loved. In a way you always wanted to see in the man you loved.

"Jade." You called, catching the male's attention.

"Yes, love?"

"Thank you for bringing Calder and I here. I've never seen him to genuinely happy around another being... well, other than me."

He nodded, lightly swinging his long tail to graze yours. A teasing smile emerged on his face as did so.

Feeling a blast of water hitting him, Jade looked up with a serious expression. It softened when he saw his twin and the new mer-boy laughing and sicking their tongues out at him in a joking manner.

Hearing you giggle from his side, you swam faster, chasing your son as Jade began to follow, though he went after his brother.

Grabbing his twin from behind, Jade began to noogie him. You merely blew raspberries on your son's stomach, allowing a loud, innocent laugh to fill the ocean around you four. Jade smiled and let his brother go, this is something he never imagined himself having. And now that he has it; he doesn't ever want to let it go.

🎭 Cove, your son, was always attracted to the energetic people in your life. You were his anchor, the only person who could calm him down when his energy was practically Saturn-high. 🎭 When you both arrived in Twisted Wonderland, he grew to love many members; though he became very close to Floyd. The eel-mer also liked the young boy, seeing him as one of the most enjoyable people in the school. And when he first saw you, he was practically seeing you and him raising the young boy. 🎭 It was after your relationship started that Floyd became extremely clingy to you and Cove, always having an eye on you and a hand on either his head or around your waist. He needed to know you both were there, call it unnecessary, he believes it to be needed. 🎭 Floyd and Cove have a very close bond, the one thing your parents claimed would never happen after your ex, and Cove's father, left you both. 🎭 While their words laid deep within your mind years later, Floyd managed to keep them at bay with his smile and insane-sounding laugh. It just felt perfect hearing him laugh with your son and run around with him on his shoulders, Azul yelling at him from behind about slacking off his shift again. 🎭 Maybe he wasn't perfect, but to you he was.

Floyd's laugh rung in your ears as you sat in the doctor's room, a book in your hands as you waited. He sat with Cove on his leg, telling a story of when he was young and he, alongside Azul and Jade, went treasure hunting alone.

"I've never seen Azul let out so much ink in his life! It was so funny!" He laughed alongside your son.

While many feared his teeth, Cove found them to be very cool. He would constantly ask him if he would hunt with them or his tremendous strength, only be answered with a swift and scarily calm; "Depends... who am I hunting?"

"What did you do with the barracuda?" Cove asked, hands cupping his cheeks in wonder.

Floyd's eyes narrowed in thought. "Last I remember, we threw random stones at it and fled. Don't know if it died or is still roaming around, awaiting or return.

"Don't really care either!"

Cove's eyes were sparkling by now, questions falling from his lips faster than the twin could answer. It was at that time the doctor walked in with a needle in between his fingers. He rolled up the short-sleeve of your son's and readied to give him his flu shot.

Normally, your son would flee; Run for his life as if the medical professional was injecting liquid death in his veins, but this time he stayed. He sat on Floyd's lap and ignored everything around him, even your stifled laughs.

"Thank you, Doctor Liefson." You whispered as he nodded and handed you the card with when Cove would need his next shot.

"You ready for some ice cream?" You asked the boys, who jumped up and began cheering as they ran through the halls towards the car.

Dorks. You giggled.

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[mysicklove]

Summary: four-year-old Yuuji didnt mean to bring up Mr. Gojos crush on you, which of course, leads to Sukuna's harsh teasing.

cw: fem! reader (reader gets referred to as girl, pretty, and mommy), curse words, suggestive language, lion king spoilers (lol)

wc: 1.8k

a/n: i love making sukuna an absolute menace. poor yuuji tho. i think i am going to introduce gojo as a character, because I think it would be entertaining to piss Sukuna off lol.

big brother au masterlist

“Su-kuna!”

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“Language,” You scold, not peering up from your book. Yuuji lays sprawled out on top of the both of you – his head in your lap, and practically purring in content when you gently pet the top of his head, while his little legs are on Sukuna’s thighs. 

Yuuji giggles into your shirt, shaking his head mischeviously. “Bad word Su-kuna!”

In an instant, you feel the toddler being ripped away from your lap with a tiny screech. The noise startles you, and you perk up from your book to look to where the boy has gone to. But, you aren't surprised to see him dangling in the air by his ankle – Sukuna’s long fingers skillfully hold onto Yuujis chubby little leg tight enough to not drop him, but gently enough to not cause physical harm. 

The boy doesn't seem to mind this position, being in it so frequently. Giggles and squeals leave the toddler's mouth as he stares at his now upside down brother. “You learning how to speak correctly?”

Yuuji nods his head, and his hands try to reach for Sukunas shirt. You rest your head on the man's shoulder, chuckling at the boy who was squirming in the air. “Uh-huh! F-Fush-i-guro taught me!” The dark haired toddlers last name was hard to pronounce, and it was amusing watching how Yuuji sounded it out.

Sukuna makes a loud groaning noise and you cover your mouth to hold back another laugh. “Of course you made friends with Gojo’s new brat. First he hits on my girl, and now his new kid is gonna manipulate this idiot.” He shakes Yuuji in the air to demonstrate his point, ignoring the squeals. 

You roll your eyes with a laugh. “Just because Megumi taught Yuuji how to say your name correctly, doesn't mean the kid is manipulating him. Y’know Yuuji struggles with words sometimes.” You watch as the child in turn shakes his head in defiance, letting out a “Nu-uh!” that only makes you smile. You turn back over to your lover, kissing his cheek. “Aw, does it make you sad that our little Yuuji is growing up?”

“No,” he quickly rebuttals, “Brat isnt growing up fast enough. I am mad that you're not denying the fact that the white haired idiot is flirting with you.” You know that wasn't the full truth, but alas, Sukuna was extremely stubborn and would never admit that he didn't want his brother to grow up. 

“Fush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo thinks you are pretty!” Yuuji announces, beaming at you from the air. You hold back a wince, smiling awkwardly back at the innocent words of the toddler. You watch as the boys cheeks begin to flush from all the blood rushing to his head, and immediately as if sensing it, Sukuna flips over the boy and instead places him on his lap, holding onto the back of his neck.

The action makes you smile, noticing the thumb that rubs gently at the pale skin. But when you glance at Sukuna, you notice quickly that he was anything but happy. Sukunas dark eyes twitches, flickering to you, and he speaks between his teeth. “Did he now? I may need to have a talk with Mr. Gojo next time I pick the little pest up. Does Fushiguro say anything else?”  

“Sukuna,” you whine, realising that the hold on the boys neck was not out of affection – instead was used to trap the boy while he was questioned. “Y’know Gojo is alot. He just wants to–”

“Fush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo has a crush on Y/N!”

“Yuuji!” 

“B-But, Y/N has a crush on brother,” the boy concludes, furrowing his eyebrows with a small nod. “Right, Ku–um–Su-kuna?” He turns up to his brother, doe eyed with his head slightly cocked to the side in question. 

In response, Sukuna ruffles his hair, nearly sending the boy landing on his back. But, instead he giggles at the rough treatment, shutting his eyes and trying his best to stay upward. “The biggest crush. You make sure to tell the little brat that. Or else Mr. Gojo is going to try take her away.”

Your eyes widen and you push at his broad shoulders. “Sukuna! You're going to get him all worked up!” You exclaim, knowing the very sensitive (regarding you or Sukuna) child very well by now. You turn to the boy, whose own eyes widen as he trying to process the words. “Gojo is not trying to take me away.”

“He is going to take her away if you don't do anything, and little Megumi is going to have a new mommy.” Sukuna was grinning at the boy, as if his brother's fearful expression pleased him. You knew that he was being purposely dramatic – Gojo wasn't even technically Megumi's father, if there was a chance that you guys would ever get together (near zero) you would definitely not be the boy's new mom. But alas, Sukuna continues on with his words. “Thats why whenever you see the two of them talking you have to make sure you to scream as loud as possible.”

You cover the mans mouth before you he can spewl any more nonsense, but it was too late. Yuuji was already tearing himself from the man's lap and into yours – his lips begin to wobble and his eyes flood with tears. “Is-um-is that what you two talk about when I am with Mr. Nanami,” he warbles, thinking back to the multitude of times he has held onto his preschool teachers hand and watched you smile at the white haired man. 

“No, love,” you reassure, turning your attention instead from scolding your lover to consoling the child. “Sukuna is being mean again. Don't listen to him. Mr. Gojo and I are friends.” You ignore the look that Sukuna shoots you, showing how displeased he is at the idea of you being friends with his least favorite person. 

The boy sniffles, wiping his little fists on his face. “I-I dont want you to be Fush-i-guro’s mommy. You have to stay with me and Kuna! P-Please?” He doesn't even attempt to say his brother's name correctly, forgetting how he started the conversation all together. He was focused on trying not to cry, because his brother was sure to tease him, but it wasn't working out very well.

You kiss at his chubby cheeks, shaking your head with an exasperated look on your face, wondering how the hell you got to this conversation. “I am not, promise. I'm not going anywhere. Even if your brother is the worst, brattiest, malicious person alive, I have kinda grown attached to him. Besides, if I left who would I have movie nights with?”

“I am not a–” You shoot Sukuna a nasty glare, and he in return lets out an astonished laugh, but shrugs without care.

Your words make Yuuji perk up from your lap, and his eyes widen with glee. “You like movie nights too?” He was always begging for the three of you to watch movies together, but Sukuna always denies him considering it would end up being a cheesy Disney movie that Yuuji would fall asleep not even twenty minutes into.

“I love movie nights. Do you want to have one tonight?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Sukuna butts in, and you spare him a glance. “Babe, we have plans tonight, remember?” He tilts his head to the side suggestively and you roll your eyes at him.

“Not anymore. Me and Yuuji are going to watch…”

“Human Earthworm 2!” The boy interjects, completely forgetting about his previous experiences with the movie, not good ones.

You poke at his cheeks, shaking your head. “I was thinking The Lion King.” 

“Yes!”

“No,” Sukuna groans, covering his eyes with his palm.

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “No? Why are you putting your input in? You're not watching it with us.”

Sukuna, never have been told this before, looks appalled. “The fuck you mean?”

“Bad word!” Yuuji points to him in accusation, but Sukuna just ignores him.

You cock your head to the side, a sly grin pulling at your face. “You're not invited.”

“Why not?”

The two of you make eye contact for a long second, and after a moment or two, Sukuna sighs. “You're really mad about that?” You don't say anything, just continuing to stare at him. “Okay fuck–Yes that is a curse word, astute observation you brat. I am sorry for making the kid cry again.”

“And?”

Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, but you hold your ground. Then, he turns to the boy with a sigh. “Dont scream when you see Gojo and Y/N talk, alright?” He jabs his finger into the boys chest and Yuuji nods his head rapidly in understanding. But, a foxish grin pulls at the mans face and he says, “Instead…The moment you hear him talk to her, you bite his leg.”

He barks a laugh at the confused face of his brother, but when he looks up to you, the smile falters. “Okay, c’mon it was a jo–”

You point your finger to the door. “Couch.”

“You can't kick me out of my own room!”

You don't move your finger. Yuuji glances at you, cocks his head to the side, and then mimicks your action. “Couch!”

The three of you go silent for a long minute, and at this point the boy's hand begins to tremble from holding his hand out for too long. Eventually when Sukuna realizes that there was no point of reasoning, he lets out a dramatic sigh, before crawling out of bed. 

When he notices your smug smile, he flips you off and you can't help but laugh at that. “I am coming back after the movie is done, ya hear?”

“If Yuuji does not fall asleep,” You tease in return, knowing the boy well, and Sukuna rolls his eyes. 

His eyes flicker to the boy who was snuggling up to your chest, trying to find a comfortable position to watch the movie in. Sukuna chuckles to himself, opening up the door, before turning back to the kid one last time. “Hey brat,” he calls.

“Hm?” 

“The father lion–Mufasa. He is my favorite character, so you'll bound to like him a lot. In fact, I sure do wonder if you'll get attached,” he muses, and your eyes widen when you realize what he is saying. Anything that is linked with Sukuna, Yuuji immediately falls in love with. This was bound to cause hysteria. “Enjoy the movie guys! Y/N have fun!” He calls, before shutting the door.

You pause for a moment, sighing into your hand. “Kuna likes the father lion? I want to see!”

You tried everything to avoid turning on the movie after that. But Yuuji, like his brother, was stubborn, and he desperately wanted to see the lion. He grew attached very quickly in that short period of time.

Deep laughs rumble through the house when Yuuji begins to sob over the animated lion's death. You lock the door, and Sukuna stays the night on the couch. 

[cosmicwavelengths]

you're joking, right? (he's not)

minors, dni! - 18+ only

pairing: roman roy x assistant! reader

summary: you spend a weekend away on a business trip with your boss, roman roy, who asks you for an unusual request -- and you pray these are one of those jokes he doesn't actually follow through with. a/n: i swear this started with an innocent "roman gets pussydrunk" prompt i came up with but it spiraled into something completely different - enjoy! cw: smut (fingering, oral, face sitting - reader recieving), dubcon, explicit language (thanks roman), f! reader, roman is your boss wc: 1.7k | masterlist | ao3 ────୨ৎ──── “Did you not hear me the first time?”

Roman sits with a smug smile, arms folded up behind his head and feet on his desk. You shift nervously on your feet, taking sudden interest in the patterned carpet on the floor. “Roman, it’s late and I’m not in the mood for jokes. Please, just tell me what it is you actually want so I can go to bed.” Working for Roman Roy has its perks, but you often find yourself victim to his ridiculous antics. But this? This has to be the worst one by far.

He huffs out a chuckle before sitting up, putting his elbows on the table. “Are you slow? You really want me to repeat myself again? Just, fuckin’-, look here.” He rises and walks over to you, standing closer than you’d like. “I said, I am going to lie down—” He pauses, gesturing dramatically towards the bed next to him. “And I want you to pull down those little panties of yours—” He taps your hip where your underwear sits. You recoil from his touch. “—so you can sit on my face.”

You can’t convince yourself that he is joking by this point. You glance up at him. His eyes are dark with mischief, neck slightly tense. He leans back from you, throwing his arms out. “C’mon, don’t be a fuckin’ prude. And I’m not joking. Just pull off your little shorts and sit on my face, that’s all,” he all but whines, as if he were a petulant, spoiled child. You sigh at that, folding your arms. “Roman. Stop playing with me. Now, unless you have something you actually need, I’m going to go.” You turn to leave, but Roman grabs your wrist with a quickness, tightening his grip. He spins you around to face him, putting you much closer to him than you were before. “No, no, no. You’re not fuckin’ going anywhere. Whatever you think you’re gonna do, you’re not, so cut it out.” At that, he pulls you in for a hurried kiss. You’re unsure you can really call it a kiss, though, he all but bites your mouth, tugging your bottom lip with his incisors and causing them to bleed a bit.

You pull away quickly, face flushing with embarrassment. “Roman! What are you— Why?” Suddenly, you’ve never felt more alone in your life. You left your phone in your room, keycard on the desk. You have nowhere to run. At this realization, tears begin to prickle at your eyes. “I don’t want to, please don’t make me…” You trail off, words breaking off into a small sob. Concerningly, Roman seems unmoved by your unnatural display of overt emotion. He hushes you, bringing up his other hand to wipe away a tear that had rolled down your cheek. “Oh, don’t cry like that. Just take off your shorts.”

You really begin to cry now, genuine fear striking through you. You shake your head rapidly as one last plea to let you go. “No, no, please, Roman?” Losing his patience, Roman grabs you by the waist and pushes you on the bed underneath him. His hands roam all over your body, teeth coming up to graze your earlobe. “Don’t you make me ask again,” he grunts into your ear, hands having found the edge of your waistband. With quick movements, he yanks down your pajama shorts and panties, having exposed your slit, unwillingly slick with your arousal. “Shit, you’re actually wet? You’re a sick slut, y’know that? Getting off on me having my way with you…” You let out a sob of fear and pleasure as he drags a gentle finger through your folds.

You slide up to move away from him, but a firm hand on your stomach keeps you in your place. “Please don’t, Roman…” you try again, weakly, falling victim to the attention his thumb is giving your clit. You let out a quiet moan. “No, shut the fuck up and take it. Besides, why are you asking me to stop when you’re clearly enjoying it?” He drags his hand up your shirt for your tits, beginning to fiddle with one of your hardening nipples. You reluctantly arch into his touch, biting your kiss bitten lip to hold in a groan. At that, he teases your entrance with the tips of his middle and ring fingers, tracing the outside and barely dipping in. You throw your head back with pleasure. “Please, Roman?” you whine out quietly, a voice almost foreign to you. Roman stifles a laugh, so as to not humiliate you further. How kind. “Holy fuck, no way you’re actually begging me, now. Don’t be scared, just let me in.”

He shoves his digits in your cunt, causing you to cry out. His fingers reach that soft, spongy spot of your walls, causing you to flutter around his fingers and keen loudly for him. “Fuck,” you groan to yourself, eyes rolling back into your head. Roman angles his head to look at you, movements slowing down slightly. “You don’t need to beg me, sweetheart. I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” he says smugly. At that, he pistons in and out of your pussy. “You take my fingers like a fucking slut, I can feel the way your cunt mouths at my fingers,” he mumbles to himself, locked in to the way you’re being stuffed full of him. You babble mindlessly, getting closer and closer to release. He twists his fingers in a particular way and he makes you cum, loudly and pathetically. Your hips buck with reckless abandon, and your bones feel like they’ll dissolve under the extreme pressure at your core. When you’ve come down from your high you lie still against the bed, tired and breathless.

Roman pulls his fingers out of you, eyeing the way your arousal coats his fingers. He brings them up to his mouth for a taste. “Wow,” he states breathlessly, having fingered you rather aggressively. “You’re a shitty liar if you said you didn’t want that.” You remain quiet, still shocked by his initial aggressive demeanor towards you. You lean up on your elbows to look at him, dazed. “Okay, Roman, you’ve had your fun. Can I go to bed now?” He kisses his teeth, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so. Besides, I haven’t actually had my fun until you sit on my face.” You offer a shy smile at that, hoping it will deter him from continuing to be pushy. “I don’t want to suffocate you. I mean, what if you can’t breathe?”

He sinks down on the bed so his face hovers above your pussy. His hands slide up, holding you open for him. He gazes at your glistening cunt, arousal stewing deep inside of him. “Then I’ll have to worry about that when, or If, that becomes a problem.” Suddenly, he hooks his arms around your thighs and rolls over so you’re on top of him. Even though you’re more or less the same size, you thought he wouldn't have had that much strength. He moans underneath you, sending shocks of vibrations through your clit and up your spine. You shudder with arousal, causing your thighs to shake.

“God, your pussy is so perfect f’me. Just like I imagined.” He eats you out wildly, tongue gliding through your folds and circling around your bundle of nerves at the top. You bring your hands up to hide your face out of embarrassment as you rock your hips gently against his mouth. “Hey-hey, keep your hands down, I want to see you cum.” His eyes fix darkly on you, “Be a good little assistant for your boss and take your hands down.” He sucks obscenely at your clit, causing your back to arch deeply and make you hold onto the headboard for support.

His hands slide up your hips, digging his fingertips into your flesh. “Roman, Oh God, Roman, please make me cum! Please?” you beg, still grinding on his tongue. He groans again, sending another flash of ecstasy through you. He pushes you up to get room to speak, “Fuck, be a good girl and cum for me.” Sitting you back down, his tongue flicks out again over your clit, aggressively shoving you over the edge. You shatter above him, waves of bliss coursing through your body. Your hips rock uncontrollably, unknowingly causing your arousal to spread across Roman’s face. He drinks up your orgasm, lapping at your hole as you ride out your orgasm. When you finish, you flop over unceremoniously next to him, legs going limp. Roman sits up on his elbows as he tries to catch his breath. 

You roll over to look at him and you see how your orgasm soaks his face and absolutely ruined his dress shirt. Your face blushes deeply as you scramble for an apology. “Roman, I’m so sorry about the shirt, I really didn’t mean to—”

He waves in your direction, silencing you. “Eh, it’s fine. I’ll just take the dry cleaning costs out of your next paycheck,” he says with a hint of bland humor in his voice. You pout at that, knowing that the few things he actually jokes about is your compensation. He throws a cunning look in your direction, filled with promise which makes you feel uneasy. “I guess that means you’ll have to make it up to me next time.”

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The following week, you’re back at your desk at the New York office, typing away and organizing documents. Hearing a knock at your door, you stand up and round your desk to investigate. Upon opening the door, your vision is taken up by a huge bouquet of roses, about two or three dozen you think. The delivery man, struggling to hold the heavy vase, sets it down with a huff in front of you. After confirming your identity with him, he walks away trying to catch his breath.

You lean down, noticing a small white card buried in the petals of the flowers. Opening it, reading the  tiny letters printed in the card makes you feel light headed. Round two in Stockholm next week? — RR

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader

Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕

TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror

PT.2

Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.

He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.

"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.

"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.

As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.

"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.

"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.

The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.

"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.

His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?

"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."

"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.

"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."

Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.

"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.

"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.

His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.

"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.

You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.

"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.

"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."

Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.

"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.

"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.

"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.

Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.

"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.

You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.

"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.

"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.

His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.

"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.

"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.

"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.

Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.

[ryuzakemo128]

Pairing: Poly 141 x Reaper! Forensics Pathologist! Female reader

Masterlist - Prequel - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Note: Only the reader's hair colour is defined. Everything else is up to you. Also the third image is what I image you wearing in this fic.

“Confused is all. As to why you of all people are at my doorstep. Don’t you pups know what death looks like? Or do you prefer to experience it yourself?” you raised an eyebrow at their interference. Your long black onyx nails tapping the back of your clipboard.

A reaper right in front of their face. Disguised as a Forensics Pathologist, a mortician, a keeper of the dead.

John Price, the stern-faced leader of Task Force 141, took a step back, eyeing the woman with a mix of wariness and curiosity. “We've seen plenty of it,” he replied, his British accent thick and commanding. “But we're not here for a lecture on mortality, Doc.”

“Pity. You look like you need one. Several. Of. Them. Perhaps then you will promptly understand how important my work is.”

Your hair looked like molten lava, the layers of charcoal, auburn, and copper framing your sharp face, which was devoid of any make-up except for the crimson lipstick that stood out against the starkness of your teeth.

“Do you think you scare me scotsman? I know more about life than you lived in a year.”

Your eyes bore into Soap, holding his gaze as if challenging him to dare.

“Shoot me foolish man, go on, do it, see what kind of 'damage' you won't be able to do.”

Because no one can kill death. And they will all come to her eventually.

Death is the end of everything.

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune

[aciddrattboyy]

Hҽʂιƚαƚισɳ !

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "friends to lovers ! friends to lovers! friends to lovers ! or, bachira has been your friend since childhood, and while he cant deny his romantic feelings for you now that you were older; you certainly try to deny yours"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Bachira Meguru x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 2.9k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Slice of Life/Drama/Rom] fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst(maybe), sex jokes lol what else do college boys do (characters are aged up) ★ 01 . 02

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the door to your apartment swung open with a bang, there stood meguru in the entrance, standing proudly with a plastic bag.

“oh honey i’m home!” his sing-song voice got a middle finger from you and a groan from isagi, nagi, and kunigami. the four of you were sat on the floor, table moved out of the way to make space for the project the five of you were working on. 

“meguru what did i tell you about playing house in my apartment,” you said sarcastically. you weren’t upset over your friends long running joke. you were annoyed that it took him near an hour to grab supplies from a dollar store. 

“you said we could only play when we were alone in your bed,” megumi gave you an animated frown, shaking his head as he closed the door behind him. your eyes bulged at his comment as kunigami choked on his water. meguru yelped as you threw a pillow at him in retaliation, ignoring your threats as he tossed the bag on the ground next to you before heading to the fridge. 

“guys we’re not fucking,” you said to the three other men sitting across from you. isagi was too busy helping kunigami recover to really be listening and nagi preoccupied with whatever game he was playing on his phone. 

“of course you’re not bachira is the biggest virgin i know,” nagi stated as fact, eyes never leaving his screen.

“hey!” megurus interjection from the kitchen made you laugh, only to be cut short when meguru ran to grab the pillow you previously threw at you to absolutely chuck it towards the back of your head. you shot him a mock glare before turning back to the project at hand.

“okay no more talk about megurus virginity- we need to get this done before i pass out from exhaustion,” meguru hummed in amusement, grabbing your last can of soda before presuming his spot between you and kunigami. 

“well we could’ve started about three hours ago if you werent asleep,” kunigami said, shooting you an annoyed glance before rummaging through the bag meguru had tossed. 

“i was tired,” you defended yourself, squinting your eyes at the orange haired man.

“yea she was tired,” meguru came to your defense, but it sounded more like he was mocking you. ignoring megurus presence all together, you open up your laptop, looking for the criteria for this obscure project.  

“what even is the project anyway,” nagi spoke from behind his phone, earning alarmed stares from everyone else. it took him a minute to even notice eyes were on him, the newfound silence being what gave it away. “im just kidding,” he said in hopes of calming all of you down, even setting his phone aside to pretend he was analyzing the supplies. 

“we’re doomed,” isagi said shortly, running a hand through his hair. 

“why are there trojan condoms in the bag,” kunigami damn near shouted. you all turned to meguru who just sat there with a dumb smile on his face. 

“i told you guys y/n said we could only play house alone in her-” you pushed your hand into his face, knocking him over. “i was joking, the condoms are for the project.” he stated simply, seemingly unbothered by the scrutinizing looks you all gave him. “what its supposed to be about human nature right? whats more human than sex?” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at you guys as if you were the weird ones for not understanding. 

“we’re not using that,” isagi said quickly, shutting the idea down entirely.

“no no he’s on to something,” nagi mused, enjoying the slightly chaotic energy in the room. meguru blew a kiss at nagi, happy someone was backing him up. “i change my mind,” nagi immediately says, staring a meguru with a blank face before picking up his phone and continuing his game. 

“how about we just work on it tomorrow,” you offered lightly, furrowing your brows in concern when isagi gasped as if you just suggested they sacrifice a new born baby and use that as the project. 

“im not getting a zero on a fucking posterboard project by working on it last minute,” isagi murmured, snatching your laptop to look at the assignment himself. 

“well we’re obviously not getting anything done now. maybe tomorrow we’ll all be a bit more… put together,” to be honest, you just didnt feel like working on it right now. your sleep schedule had gotten worse than usual and you had, no offense to them, more important things to work on. this small community project was on the bottom of your to-do list at the moment. isagi and kunigami glanced at each other wearily, seeming to be the only two people who actually cared about getting it done. “or me, nagi, and meguru each pay you 30 bucks for you guys to do it,” you took advantage of nagi’s selective listening to make that offer and was extremely relieved when meguru didnt object. “and i give you my amazon gift card and let you use my prime account to buy actual supplies,”

“okay deal,” isagi nodded, also aware of nagi not really agreeing. but since he was silent, that was complacency by default in his eyes. giving you your laptop back, isagi got up, followed by kunigami as they grabbed their stuff and the flimsy posterboard that sat empty for the last two hours. 

once isagi and kunigami said their goodbyes, you got up from your spot on the floor, making your way to the kitchen with the intent of making lunch. 

“honey could you be a dear and make me a sandwich,” meguru asked in a mocking tone when we saw you grab a loaf of bread.

“go fuck yourself,” you responded, searching through the fridge for anything that looked appetizing. megurus exaggerated noise of despair is what brought nagi out of his game, looking at meguru with pure judgement. 

“you’re so loud,” he deadpanned, before noticing that two of his friends were no longer there. 

“they left,” meguru said, completely ignoring nagis critique. nagi took that as a cue to leave considering isagi was his ride. with a quick goodbye to you and megumi, nagi was rushing out the door, trying to call isagi and praying they hadnt left him.

now it was just you and meguru, with him sitting on the floor of your living room as he watched you try to concoct a meal. you sighed from behind the kitchen island, making a mental note to remind your roomates that you guys desperately needed to go grocery shopping. 

despite the banter, you had no qualms with meguru staying behind. he was your closest friend, having known him since elementary school. it was a happy accident that after being separated for years, you somehow ended up at the same college. 

“stop telling people we fucked,” you said absently as you search your cabinets when you heard meguru make his way over to the kitchen. 

“whats wrong with that,” 

you shot him a confused look before turning back to rummage through your mostly empty cupboards. 

“we havent?” your voice echoed slightly as you peered in, standing on your toes in hope a four course meal would materialize on the shelf.

“well we could change that,”

you pivoted on your heels being met with a similarly shocked face from the guy who just said those exact words. you shook your head, chalking it up to another one of his jokes.

“stop joking like that,” you pressed your hands onto the counter, desperately trying to come up with something to eat. you were starving. 

“it wasnt a joke,” megurus face made it seem like he was more shocked by his response than you were. quickly turning away and trying to act busy looking for his phone, meguru left you wondering if he was telling the truth. your face grew warm as you really thought about your words. he was your childhood friend, you missed a few years of his life but it was apparent now that he’s grown up well. 

fortunately, or well unfortunately for you, your stomach grumbled loud enough to get you out of your thoughts. you took it as a sign from your body to not entertain the idea of fucking your best friend any longer.

“if youre here for food im sorry to disappoint,” you were trying to cut off the last conversation, turning it to something easier to talk about. 

“no i’m here for you,” he looked at you as if that much was obvious, and it was a bit disorienting. you were used to his crude humor and blunt speech but this was different. you guys were pretty comfortable in your friendship up until this point, at least thats what you thought.

“well im about to go get something to eat,” you averted his gaze, grabbing a hoodie and slipping on your shoes. meguru followed suit, a bright smile on his face as you rummaged through your pockets for your keys. 

“yay dinner with the missus,” you rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a laugh as you opened the door, feeling him follow behind you.

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2:12am kunigami !!: absolutely slumped 2:12am kunigami !!: [sent 1 attachment] 2:13am pinky boy: y/n's gonna kill you when she sees that 2:15am kunigami !!: ill survive trust 2:16am ultimate gamer: theyre def kissing on the side

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you were knocked out on kunigamis couch, a small gathering amongst friends turned sleepover once someone(reo) brought alcohol. you were curled into the corner of the couch, a blanket drapped over you. now that alone wasnt anything out of the ordinary, not something kunigami would risk getting his eyes gouched out for a singular photo. it was the fact that your head has resting on megurus lap. his head rested on your hip at what looked like an uncomfortable angle as he slept. 

there were jokes and side comments about you two secretly dating and you were always the one to deny them, meguru stepping aside and pleading the fifth every time. but the current state you were in was just another piece of evidence to confirm your friends suspicions. 

the night was basically over at the point, most of the other people either leaving or grabbing blankets themselves. 

what woke you up hours later was the smell of breakfast cooking. having been living off of instant ramen and takeout for the past couple weeks, the smell of a home cooked meal practically made your soul fly over to the smell like a cartoon. 

your eyebrows twitched as your hangover made itself known. with a groan you shifted on the couch, for the most part remembering where you were until you realized whatever ‘pillow’ you were laying on felt weird. your eyes shot open and you were met with a calm meguru scrolling on his phone. realizing you were laying on his lap, you shot up, swirling your head as you surveyed your surroundings. 

kunigami was in the kitchen, flipping something over the stove while wearing the stupid ‘kiss the chef’ apron meguru had gotten him as a gag secret santa gift. you tossed the blanket off of you, not awake enough to form words let alone coherent thoughts. 

“hey im cold,” meguru said with no real annoyance as he reached over and grabbed the blanket, putting on a show as he tossed it over his legs. 

“my head hurts,” you mumbled, bringing a hand up to shield your eyes from the bright light. meguru wordlessly reached for the bottle of advil on the coffee table, grabbing his water bottle you gifted him and handing you both. you mumbled a thanks, before tossing the pills into your mouth and absolutely chugging the water. your hand patted the couch cushions around you, looking for your phone.

“its charging in the kitchen,” meguru said without looking up from his own screen, earning a snicker from kunigami who watched the whole situation unfold. you wanted to shoot daggers at him via your eyes, but alas the searing pain right behind them rendered your temper useless. plus he was cooking breakfast and whether or not he was cooking just for himself, you planned to try to snag some. 

getting up from the couch you felt meguru lift a hand to your hip, helping you steady yourself. its something you wouldnt normally bat an eye at, even thanking him for the help. but now that kunigami was staring at you it felt different. 

averting kunigamis ever intensive gaze, you grabbed your phone from the kitchen counter. scrolling through your notifications. not much stood out and you were going to put your phone back down and let charge a little longer until meguru spoke up, much to kunigamis dismay. 

he knew youd see the picture eventually but would have preferred if you werent where his knives were when you did. 

“kunigami sent something funny in the group chat,”

“youre getting no pancakes,” kunigami shouted at megurus betrayal, pointing the whisk in his hand towards the giggly boy on his couch. you looked at kunigami and then meguru, and then kunigami again with raised suspicion. keeping your eyes on the orange-haired man, you unlocked your phone, scrolling through unimportant messages until you found what meguru was definitely were talking about. 

there you were, napping with meguru and looking completely at peace. you felt your cheeks warm as you read the following messages, squinting at kunigami. luckily for him, you were tired and in too much pain to do anything drastic.

“i’ll give you meguru’s pancakes if you let me live,”

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3:34pm loser </3: can i come over 3:40pm you: im out rn 3:41pm loser </3: out doing what...... 3:43pm you: eating lunch with my mom 3:43pm loser </3: tell mom i said hi 3:47pm you: she said to stop bothering us while we're eating 3:48pm loser </3: UR LYING 3:48pm loser </3: ill text her and find out myself . 3:48pm loser </3: gmfu 3:49pm you: since when do you have my moms number 3:51pm you: STOP TEXTING MY MOM

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“i swear to god if you drop anymore popcorn i will end your life,” 

meguru paused as he was lifting a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, eyes flicking from yours to the ball of popcorn in his hand that was threatening to spill out between his fingers. he blinked twice before quickly shoving the kernels in his mouth, chewing obnoxious and smiling around his stuffed cheeks. 

you stared at him with a glare that carried no anger before turning your attention back to the screen. you had forgotten what you were even watching, bachira having insisted on playing some obscure movie he watched a youtube essay about. 

“can you make some more,” megurus voice was muffled from the sheer amount of popcorn in his mouth, but you understood when you pushed the bowl your way. you shook your head, shoving the bowl back towards him.

“you ate most of it, you can go make more,” you listened to him loudly swallow the last of the popcorn in his mouth before pouting at you. 

“i dont wanna miss the movie.”

“pause it,” 

“no that messes with the vibe,” 

you rolled your eyes, getting up from your couch and taking the bowl from him. walking into the kitchen you grabbed a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave, leaning over your kitchen island as you waited for it to finish. 

you looked at meguru, he seemed interested in the movie, watching intently. he was pretty, you couldnt deny that. and the way the light from the tv played on his face only added to it. his hair had grown since the last time you saw him before college, the yellow tips just passing his shoulders. a wave of emotions ran through you as he laughed at whatever was happening on screen. he was so sweet, you liked being around him no matter how chaotic it was. you were comfortable around him and you wouldnt trade the relationship you had with him for anything. 

the beep of your microwave and the slightly burnt smell of popcorn brought you back to the present. pouring the popcorn in the bowl, you made your way back to the couch, handing meguru the bowl and plopping back down onto the couch. 

“its burnt,” meguru pointed out despite getting ready to shove another handful in his mouth. you shrugged your shoulders, grabbing a pillow and laying against the arm of the couch, curling into a ball.

“you shouldve made it then,” meguru looked at you, your eyes already back on the screen. there was a sort of airy smile on face, enjoying your time together. he wished youd lay on him instead of that godforsaken pillow, but he would take what he could get. unlike you, he had words for the feelings he had towards you. he was in love with you. and while you were adamant on denying any dating allegations he didnt let it bother him to much. when it came down to it, meguru could be satisfied with just being a friend. he wasnt selfish he’d like to think. he was grateful you liked him at all, it was no problem for him if those feelings were platonic or romantic. but a boy can dream. 

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[ennie0123]

What happens in teledisko, stays in teledisko...

cw: +18, nsfw, rpf, consumption of alcohol, smut (handjob), cursing, lowkey exhibitionism. f! reader

a/n: when the idiots get an idea for a story, i make it happen. this is my first smut i've ever published, and english isn't my first language, but i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this. also if you find any mistakes, no you didn't 😅

no word count because idfk i wrote this in my phone's notes app👍🏻 kinda short one

okay let's go

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The night had started out with getting drinks at the nearest Späti. You two had been wandering around Berlin for a few hours now, getting drinks at every corner store. After seven different spätis, and six beers (one stop was to get a bottle of water, even though the tall man who accompanied you wasn't that excited about your drink of choice) you started feeling tipsy and tired.

Sightseeing in Berlin was amazing, but tiring. You felt the energy being drained from your body and ready to return to your hotel, but the man who was sat next to you in this tram had other ideas.

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"Found it!" he basically dragged you after him, holding your hand gently but firmly as you approached the teledisco booth. This was a mutual agreement earlier today, before you felt too tired, but your time together was getting closer to an end so you pushed past the exhaustion and enjoyed the moment.

You stop in front of the screen to choose a song, and he stands next to you, his hands now in his pockets.

Scrolling through the music lists, looking for the perfect one, you find something. "Can we do Gimme Gimme Gimme by ABBA?" you ask and press the button, without waiting for an answer. He grabs you by your shoulders and pushes you in the booth, closing the door behind him laughing.

The first notes of Gimme Gimme Gimme starts playing, lights flash and the vibe is intense. You scream out the lyrics together, your arms against each other as you feel the beat of the music in your body.

The space is small, not much air left between you two as you glance up at him, noticing his eyes on you, the hot air in the booth making him sweat and his face glisten. 'He looks so fucking hot' you think to yourself as you suddenly get pressed against the wall, startled. His chest is flush against yours as he gently tilts your head up, feeling his breath against your lips as you look him in the eyes.

"You're gonna be the death of me..." his voice is a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, the music fading in the background as you feel his tongue brush against your lower lip. The intensity of the moment drowns your thoughts and your mind gets blurry. The blonde man's hands explore your body as yours find their way to his hair, pulling slightly as he moans against your lips. That must be the most gorgeous sound you have ever heard. You pull away to breathe, he smiles against your lips as the song nears it's end and you hear the last chords of it playing.

"Another song or do we get the fuck out of here?" he asks smirking. You push him away, laughing, as you pass him and step out of the booth, going back to the screen to choose another song. Joost stands behind you, and you feel him take a step closer. His chest pressing up against your back and you feel lips on your neck, making your breath shaky. Shaking him off of you, you open the door to the booth. "Ladies first," you joke as he rolls his eyes laughing, entering the booth.

Stepping in the booth after him as Call Out My Name by The Weeknd starts playing, and everything feels like a fever dream. Beautiful man in front of you, smiling his charming smile, you both surrounded by music and flashing lights.

"So this was your song of choice huh?" his voice low as he presses you against a wall once again. You feel his hand dragging down from your chest, over your stomach, to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up as his fingers trace your inner thigh. Whimpers leave your mouth as he grins at you, pressing his lips slowly against yours.

"What's up with all the teasing?" you ask, pulling away for a moment, playing with the buckle of his belt, and it opens...accidentally? Oops. Your fingers find their way to the waistband of his boxers, sliding ever so slightly underneath it. As a shaky moan escapes his lips, he laughs quietly, his eyes closed and his head slightly tilted back, mouth staying open. You slide your hand a bit further and his eyebrows furrow as he whimpers, begging for any kind of friction with the desperate sounds leaving his mouth. He drags his hand up your thigh, thumb getting dangerously close to your heat, turning the tables as you're now the one who's desperately trying to hold back the whining.

"Oh so this is how you wanna play?" you smirk as you slide your hand fully in his boxers, placing your fingers firmly around his length as your thumb brushes over the tip. He lets out a loud moan, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the beautiful sounds as you stroke him up and down. His head falls back, eyes squeezing shut and his concentration drifting away enough so he drops his other hand down from your thigh, fully at your mercy now.

"You sure you wanna keep doing this here?" you ask as he moans again. "I truly do not give a fuck." he answers with his head still tilted back and eyes squeezed shut. You grin and move your hand faster, as he grabs your shoulders to gain some kind of balance. As if it wouldn't be hard enough to maintain your own balance with how tipsy you are, you now need to hold up the man who's literally towering over you. His head falls forward on your shoulder as your thumb brushes over his tip again.

"I'm not gonna last much longer, liefde..." he lets out a chuckle, but not amused one. More like an 'embarrassed about how strongly he reacts to your touch' one. Proud smile creeps up on your lips as you try to hold the man up while he moans shakily in your ear. "The song isn't that long either." you remind him, and the exciting realisation hits you both that anyone could open the door any second and see this all.

You feel yourself getting more wet by every moan he lets out, every breath you feel against your neck. He presses his mouth on the soft skin of your neck, nibbling as he tries to muffle out his begging whimpers. You work your hand up and down, earning more and more beautiful sounds that get louder by every stroke.

You feel him twitch in your grip, his teeth on your neck making sure there's going to be a mark to remind you of this later. "Don't stop... please liefje, please don't stop," his weak words can be heard repeatedly against your neck as your strokes get faster and faster. His hips thrust up to meet the movement of your hand, chasing the high. The last chorus of the song starts playing in the background and your hand works it's magic on his length, feeling the twitching again.

With a final few strokes you feel your hand being coated by his warm release. High pitched whimpers leave his mouth, turning into breathless chuckles as his forehead remains rested on your shoulder. "Fuck...liefde..." he tries to catch his breath, "you're insane..." he finally manages to mumble, still chuckling, as he lifts his head up from your shoulder to meet your eyes.

You laugh, pulling your hand out of his pants and fixing his belt as the song's final chords fade out. He opens the door, places a soft kiss on your lips and steps out as you walk behind him, wiping your hand to a tissue you found in your purse.

[elusivewildflower]

The Compound Incident | Sierra Six x F!Reader

Pairing: Sierra Six x Agent! F! Reader

Summary: You and Six are sent on what was supposed to be a simple mission. Things go south and you get hurt.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning(s): Canon-typical violence for the Gray Man. Mentions of blood, gunfire, dead bodies, and gunshot wounds.

A/N: Another Goose Groupies writers' club submission! I paired the prompts "I had it under control. You didn't need to do that" and "I just thought you'd be lighter without all of that blood." from here.

Also, I think I'll make this a short lil series. I have another "incident" in mind for these two, but I'd love to hear some other suggestions!

“I had it under control. You didn’t need to do that.” Six scolded harshly as he applied pressure to the gunshot wound on your left shoulder, trying to staunch the bleeding.

“Under control, my ass.” You gritted out through the pain. “I just took a bullet for you.” You reminded him.

The mission was supposed to be simple. Get in, kill the target, get out. But things don’t always go according to plan. 

The first two steps went swimmingly, but it was the last one that got you into trouble. You knew you wouldn’t have much time to get out of the compound unnoticed, Six had estimated a total of ten minutes from the moment you stepped foot into the estate before guards would notice. Unfortunately for you, it was more like eight. 

Once one guard found you, it was a matter of seconds before others followed. There was no way for you to escape except to shoot your way out, and that only alerted more guards to your position. Six had remained outside for a scenario just like this. He’d be able to come in from behind and take them out along his way. 

His bail out attempt had been going well. The two of you met up near the center of the estate completely unharmed with over a dozen bodies dropped. Six was planning the best escape route, his head turned for a split second, when another guard appeared out of nowhere and fired off the first shot. You had just enough time to throw yourself in front of him and you did it without hesitation. 

You heard Six return the gunfire immediately as a searing bolt of pain radiated from your shoulder. The momentum from jumping in front of him and the force of the bullet caused you to lose your footing. Your other shoulder slammed into the cold tiles seconds before the side of your head followed, the impact causing your gun to slip from your hand. You let out a groan as pain shot through the other half of your body. It took a few blinks to clear your blurry vision as you fumbled around for your weapon instinctively.

And that’s how you got here. With Six knelt beside you, the palm of his gloved hand pressed tightly against your wound. 

Six merely shook his head at your reminder, knowing that continuing to argue would only waste precious time. It didn’t matter that he had heard the click of the enemy’s gun as he rounded the corner to your position and that he probably would’ve shot the guy first if you hadn’t thrown yourself at him. 

“Alright, we’ve gotta move. We’ll fix you up back at the safe house.” He ordered, wrapping a muscular arm around your waist to haul you back up to your feet. 

Six dropped his hold on you the second you were standing upright and you secretly missed the feeling as he began leading the way out of the estate. You fought through the pain that coursed through you, breathing in and out deeply with every step. It was a raw, grinding agony with every miniscule shift of your arm and you knew that the bullet was still buried deep in your shoulder. But there was no time to deal with it now. You kept your left arm tucked tightly against your torso, your right arm slightly extended as you carried your gun, prepared to fire at any moment. 

With Six’s guidance, it didn’t take long for you to escape the building. Now, you just had to make it out the same way that you came– by vaulting yourselves over the fence. There was a getaway car parked about half a mile away, hidden in some brush. Your shoulder throbbed at just the thought of climbing back over the fence and you fought back a grimace. This wasn’t going to be fun. But honestly, what part of your job was? 

Taking a moment to pause behind some trees and shrubbery, Six cast a glance towards you and then to your planned exit. “You good?” 

“I’ll survive.” You responded with a huff, keeping your eyes peeled for any other guards roaming the property. Your shirt was completely soaked with blood at this point and you needed to get something tied around it soon to help stop the bleeding. However, the first priority was getting the hell out of here. 

You realized that you must’ve killed the majority of the guards on the compound when you didn’t spot anyone nearby. Well, not anyone alive at least. Six had dropped the two that were manning the closed gates and four others on his way into the estate. Their bodies were scattered around the yard. 

Satisfied that the coast was clear, you two made a run for it. 

At that exact moment, two headlights came speeding down the drive and crashed straight through the metal gates. 

“Shit,” you both cursed and dove for cover as two men hopped out of the SUV and released rapid fire.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to hide behind except for shrubbery. As you returned fire, you felt another bullet sink into your skin. This time, it was your upper thigh. The burning hot pain caused your knee to give out and you collapsed to the ground for the second time with a cry. 

Your final shot hit its mark, though, as did Six’s. Both men and the driver were now just as dead as the others. 

Six cursed once again as he realized you were down, closing the gap between you. “Seriously?” He questioned, his tone somewhere between exasperation and worry.  

“Yeah, I must’ve pissed somebody off upstairs or something.” You muttered through gritted teeth jokingly, or as well as you could muster it. 

The new wound just barely lessened the pain you felt from your shoulder, but now you were losing twice the amount of blood. 

Six took off his belt in record time and wrapped it around your upper thigh, pulling it as tight as he could. You’d been hit closer to your outer thigh, which meant it shouldn’t have nicked your major artery. That was good news, at least. 

“We’re literal assassins. I’d say that ship sailed a long time ago.” He deadpanned. 

His response caused the corner of your mouth to upturn ever so slightly as you breathed out a short laugh. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here before you get shot for a third time.”  

You didn’t have time to try and stand on your own before Six’s arms slid beneath you. It took longer than you liked to realize that he was lifting you up into his arms. You’d been partnered with Six for, coincidentally, six months so far and this was new.  

A noise of surprise slipped from you before you could stop it, but you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively. 

You took advantage of being so close to Six and finally noticed that he had been hit in the face with the butt of a gun, as dried blood streaked down from his temple. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and although you knew he could feel you staring at him, his eyes never met yours. They remained alert, scanning your surroundings as he made a quick get away through the gate that had just been blown open. 

It was only about a ten minute walk to where your getaway car had been parked, but you were sure that Six hadn’t planned on having to carry you to it. 

About half way there, you could tell that his breathing was becoming labored. His adrenaline was probably beginning to subside, making the task of carrying you more difficult. He was incredibly strong, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard work to carry someone. Especially after a mission. It made you feel bad, even as your own adrenaline wore off, making your wounds ache and the blood loss made your head feel fuzzy. 

“I can walk the rest of the way.” You offered after a moment, your guilt finally eating away at you. It wasn’t his fault that you got shot twice. Sure, you might’ve saved him from the first bullet, but the second was all you. You should’ve been better than that. 

Your words brought Six’s attention towards you for the first time since he picked you up. A tingle ran down your spine as his blue eyes met yours.

“No, I can carry you.” He stated firmly, before the corner of his lips curled up into the faintest smirk. 

“I just thought you’d be lighter without all of that blood.” 

Any ounce of guilt faded the second his teasing words reached your ears, a look of annoyance crossing your features as you scoffed. “You’re such an ass.” 

Six didn’t respond, didn’t even laugh, but you saw the way his eyes lit up mirthfully as he returned his focus to getting both of you to safety. 

[bones4thecats]

Can you do a baby Saja headcanon if the girl is sassy and fiery too and she is the same group as him (forced proximity) because her older brother is jinu? Please

↳ As Fiery As The Hottest Hot Sauce.

A K-Pop Demon Hunters × Demon, Jinu Sister! Reader.

Requester: Anonymous.

Character Included: Baby Saja.

A/N: Kind of struggled writing this, but I hope it came out well for you, Anon!

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🎼 Jinu and you were very close. Because of this, he was extremely protective of you. The rest of the boys knew this, every other demon knew this, Gwi-Ma knew this, and any Hunters you came across knew this. 🎼 Your brother was always by your side when on Earth, making sure you were shielded from any rumors. Always telling them you needed to get home, which would spark a sassy comeback from you; "I guess my new stage name is Baby 2 now. Thanks, Dad!"

🎼 Baby and you had the most strained relationship out of the group. It was so strained that even HUNTR/X was confused when you kept sassing him and giving him smart remarks. Rumi was mainly confused, Zoey was surprised, and Mira was close to saying she likes a demon. 🎼 The others noticed this and were getting tired of it. When their plan finished and you would be able to be free from Gwi-Ma's voices, they didn't want to deal with your constant bickering. So, they made a plan. 🎼 A plan that Jinu had to edit in order to make sure there was no... funny business, to put it lightly.

You sat in the corner of the bedroom, your knees pulled to your chest as you huffed and groaned. Why in the name of the Gods did your brother and his friends put you in here?! Nonetheless with Baby?! You would rather be stuck in a room with HUNTR/X!

"Your groans are getting annoying." You heard the teal-haired demon say.

Since you were both alone in the room, you saw no point in keeping your human disguises up. Your skins matched, marks and eyes glowing in the dark room. A mechanism used for survival, some demons claimed. Though you figured it was just made by Gwi-Ma to show each demon who they owed their suffering too.

"You'd know a lot about being annoying." You replied.

Rolling his eyes and writing in the notebook he brought in, Baby dragged a pen against the paper. Writing down what he needed the rap for their new, and final song, he remained calm. It wasn't like you couldn't leave, it's just that you both were stationed here while the others tried luring the girls in here for a surprise attack.

Hearing him mumble under his breath, you only caught a couple words. He's lucky his voice was so deep, else you'd use every word he said against him.

What does "pain" "viral" and "fever" have to do with each other? You pondered, arms crossed as you looked at him in confusion.

Sitting in silence and busying yourself with a book you found, you let your attention move away from the rapper of the Saja Boys. This continued for what felt like hours, but was really just a few minutes.

"Damn it." You heard Baby mumble. Scribbling out something with the pen, he furrowed his eyebrows. He couldn't seem to find the perfect way to word this verse. This song had to be perfect; it was dedicated to their Master Gwi-Ma in an effort to please him before being set free. A bribe, some could call it.

He knew the words he wanted, yet he's tried multiple combinations and it hasn't came out better. Rather, its been coming out worse.

It was mind-demolishing.

After seeing him rake his hands over his face, you sighed and set your book to the side, secretly thankful because it was getting boring.

"You good?" You asked, walking up to the bed.

"What do you think?" He snapped back, his voice tinted with barely-controlled anger.

"Well obviously not. What I meant was what's bothering you. Figured nothing could get through the 'nonchalant, soft-faced, cold-hearted guy' routine you had going on there."

Reading the words on the paper next to the one he was working on, you saw it was filled with the lyrics to the Saja Boys' new song 'Your Idol'. When you glanced at Baby's paper, it was filled and scratched with lyrics.

So, he's struggling with his own rap? Never thought I'd see the day.

"Yeah, well I'm not a brick wall."

"Debatable."

Scoffing, Baby continued to stare at the paper. You didn't want to hear anymore of his own groans, so you pointed towards the three words you heard his say earlier and would take the pen from his hand to write down your own thoughts on the lyrics.

"The first sentence is perfect for an intro. It'll catch the fans' attention faster than a cat knocks over a glass.

"Your second verse you can edit slightly; like just saying 'thank you for the pain 'CAUSE it got me going viral, instead of using the whole world 'because'. Saves you time and stays up with the beat."

Eyes moving to your face and to the words you wrote, the male demon was surprised. You had just as much of a natural talent for music as your brother did.

"And then I could say that 'Uh, yeah' thing other rappers do sometimes. Then I could sing the '낫지 않는 fever, makin' you a believer'." Baby added, allowing you to finished writing his thoughts as he continued speaking.

"And finish it with the '나를 왜 넌 존재하는 idol?'." He finished.

Nodding, you picked up your phone and went for the chat. Sent in from Jinu himself, you clicked on the background music for 'Your Idol' and held the verse up for Baby to sing as you sat back to listen and see if it needed anymore working on.

"Uh, 빛이나는 fame, 계속 외쳐, I'm your idol. Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral. Uh, yeah, 낫지 않는 fever, makin' you a believer. 나를 왜 넌 존재하는 idol?" He sung.

Once it ended, you smiled. Clapping pridefully, you told him it sounded perfect. It was something you never thought you'd say, but you had to admit, it was earned by the makae.

"Gotta admit, Baby. You did well."

Eyes widened slightly, Baby nodded in thanks before both of your phones went off. Answering your call you saw your brother running through the halls with funny-looking shock on his face. He yelled at you both that your covers were blown and you needed to move out now.

Deadpanned, you both sighed.

Why did every normal moment get ruined by the idiots you worked alongside?

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[mysicklove]

Summary: Going to the fair with older brother Sukuna and toddler Yuuji was bound to cause some sort of trouble. But it was the tiger plushies' fault, not yours!

cw: fem! reader, curse words, sukuna almost hits someone with a ball, sukuna gives bad advice, sukuna threatens ppl, mentions of kidnapping, metaphors that dont make any sense

wc: 4.1k

a/n: i will post the prequel to all of this next! but I thought this was a silly way to show more dynamics between reader n sukuna! hope u guys like it <3

big brother au masterlist + taglist

It was Yuuji’s idea to go to the annual fair. You thought it was a great idea – it was an opportunity to get Yuuji out of the house, and the idea of seeing the toddler giggling on the children’s rides sent you off to your computer and buying three tickets. 

Sukuna was not very fond of the idea, but you could have guessed that. He preferred to go to the fair with just you, but if Yuuji heard, he would probably throw a mini tantrum, and that would just be more work for Sukuna. So alas, it ended up being you three (as it usually was).

Yuuji was beyond excited when the three of you arrived, and Sukuna grips at the boy’s hood, sparing you a glance and rolling his eyes. “We need to get him a leash.”

You grin at him, scoffing but jumping slightly when an older boy shoves past him, making the toddler stumble backward. You grab Sukuna’s hand before he tries to yell at the other child and then pull Yuuji close to you. “There,” you sigh, successfully holding onto both of the brothers, “We all stick together. Don't get separated from us, Yuuji.”

“No running away!” he chirps, and you smile, nodding at him. Immediately Yuuji is distracted by all the flashing lights, and Sukuna has to hold onto the back of his hood to prevent him from accidentally wandering away. Sukuna claims the boy is just dying to get kidnapped, while you blame it on the toddler’s curiosity.

You guys make your way to the children’s side of the park, having to cover Yuuji’s eyes a multitude of times so that he doesn’t see the other rollercoasters. He was still talking about how excited he was to go on the rollercoaster that goes upside down a whopping three times – a rollercoaster boys of the age of four are not allowed to go on. Telling him would probably make him cry, so distractions worked better. Luckily, there were enough lights and stuffed animals around that pointing to something while you scurry past the rollercoasters distract Yuuji for long enough.

The first ride you guys made around to had an influx of people, but they all did, so the three of you stood in line listening to Sukuna’s complaints. Yuuji talked to the little girl who was also waiting in line just in front of him. Sukuna glares at you, listening to the children shriek and feeling the multitude of bodies pressed near him. “We are going home after this one.”

“No, we aren’t. Lighten up!” You try to encourage, rubbing his arm, and trying to ignore his displeased expression. “We are at the fair – look how much fun Yuuji is having.”

He glances at the boy, who, like always, is in the other child's personal space. He was clinging onto the girl’s arm and jumping up and down in excitement while the young girl looked overwhelmed. Sukuna pulls the boy’s hood, causing Yuuji to come tumbling backward. The boy, in return, merely cocks his head to the side, confused as to what he did wrong.

“Keep doing shit like that, and no girls are ever going to like you,” Sukuna reprimands, letting go of the red hood. 

Yuuji frowns, still confused, and you step in, immediately crouching down to his level. “Remember what we talked about? Personal space, Yuuji. You got to give your friend some space to breathe, sweetheart.”

The boy nods, looking at the concrete floor – even if your tone is nice, no child likes to be scolded. But Sukuna just pushes him back over to the girl, ignoring the way he trips and falls, but immediately gets back up. The two children go back to their conversation, but this time Yuuji holds onto Sukuna’s leg so that he doesn’t accidentally get too close.

Sukuna turns his attention back toward you. “Do you think they will take him in?” His head tilts to the parents of the girl.

You roll your eyes but smile. “Uh-huh, and if they did, who would you use as an excuse to go on your favorite ride, the Kiddie Coaster”

“The more you speak, the more you tempt me to just leave you both here,” Sukuna says, but there was no real threat to his words. He leans back on the metal bar handles. “Ah, how peaceful life would be without the brat spouting bullshit. Just the empty house and I, what a dream.”

You lean back on the adjacent metal, crossing your legs and sighing whimsically. “Ah, I can see it now,” you start, and Sukuna raises his eyebrow. “You are gone, and me, Yuuji, and Choso are traveling the world together. What a beautiful lifestyle without hearing any complaints.”

“Ah, and then I hunt you three down and lock you up so that you three can never have fun without me. And I live happily ever after, still alone.” 

You wonder what the couple behind you are thinking, considering they are probably close enough to hear whatever you guys are saying. But ridiculous conversations like these were common for the two of you. They never had real meaning behind the teasing words, especially since when the three of you began to load up on the small rollercoaster, Sukuna very quickly forced his lips onto yours and gives you a cocky grin before loading up next to Yuuji. And that was all the reassurance you needed – sadly, you dont get the last word, this time at least.

You two didn’t even try to sit next to each other, knowing that either way, Yuuji would demand to be placed in between you two. The boy was grinning like a madman, kicking his feet out and wishing that the ride would start sooner. Just before the ride started, Sukuna had made a teasing remark that the boy wasn’t strapped in properly, and could possibly fall out. You were lucky Yuuji was in such a great mood because the second you shut that ridiculous idea down, he immediately went back to giggling with excitement.

And a minute and a half later, the ride was over, and the toddler had more energy than before. He was practically buzzing with excitement, jumping up and down and reenacting how fast the rollercoaster was going with his hands and mouth sound effects.

You nod the entire time, smiling while the toddler babbles on about how much fun the rollercoaster was. It was adorable to watch, to say the least, and you were excited to take him on the next one. 

Sukuna was not excited to stand in line next to children again. He grabs you by the wrist and drags you over to where the fair games are located. Yuuji grabs onto your own shirt and continues to talk to you while the two of you are basically getting pulled into an unknown location. 

Eventually, Yuuji found himself in awe at the giant tiger stuffed animal that hung from the top of one of the tents. He was pointing to it and squealing for Sukuna to get it for him, and at first, Sukuna rolled his eyes and immediately said no, but then he also saw you staring at it. He taps your shoulder with his, rough enough to snap you out of your thoughts. “You really want the stuffed animal? That shit is for babies.”

“You are a pretty shitty boyfriend,” you sigh, not really taking what he said to heart, but still Sukuna immediately denies it. You ignore him and pet the child’s pink hair. “It’s for Yuuji.”

“I’ll win you the stuffed animal.”

“Win Yuuji the stuffed animal.”

“Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!”

Sukuna narrows his eyes at the two of you and then turns back over to the man hosting the game. He hands him some cash and mumbles, “If you scam me, I’ll kill you.” but the music paired with the abundance of people talking made it too loud for the worker to hear his threat. 

The man hands him three balls, and the goal is to knock down a stack of metal cans. Easy enough, but this was a fair game, so there was bound to be some sort of trick to it. A trick that Sukuna does not know.

You and Yuuji stand a couple of feet behind him, cheering him on. Yuuji was now being held by you, sitting on your hip and pumping his fists in the air at the mere idea of owning the giant plush. 

But, as you suspected, Sukuna did not win. He had managed to knock down two cups, and the last ball went flying past the man’s nose when he tried to taunt Sukuna. You could have guessed that would happen. 

This time, you are the one to drag Sukuna because if you didn’t, surely that poor worker would have a broken nose by now. It was their job to taunt people, a part of the fun, but your boyfriend’s temper did not stand for that.

Yuuji was surprisingly fine with it – of course, he did look a little sad about losing the opportunity of owning the tiger, but in the next moment he was fawning over how strong his brother was. He was gripping onto Sukuna’s pants, while the man was borderline glaring at everyone that walks by. “So cool, Kuna! You threw so fast!”

You have to hold back a laugh the entirety of it because only Sukuna would be genuinely upset over losing a fair game. But you remain quiet and let Yuuji continue to babble on to his older brother. 

Finally, after some time, Sukuna does look at his younger brother. He turns to him and grabs at his little shoulders. “This is a learning opportunity, so listen up, little brat,” he starts, and you furrow your eyebrows. Yuuji immediately perks up, ready to absorb anything his idol says. “Never trust anything. Life is a scam, and people are always trying to fuck you over.”

“Okay, yeah, so no. Yuuji–”

“Everybody is trying to steal your tiger.” Sukuna talks louder than you, and at this point, Yuuji’s eyes are wide as saucers. “Dont trust anyone or anything. Understand?”

Yuuji nods, not understanding anything that his brother is saying but trying to appease him. You pinch the bridge of your nose, also knowing that the boy is too young to understand anything. “That’s horrible advice. You are going to give him trust issues. And what’s with the tiger?”

“It’s a metaphor.”

You stare incredulously at your boyfriend. “Metaphor for what? That’s the worst metaphor I have ever heard.”

Sukuna shrugs. “Metaphor for life. Maybe you aren’t smart enough to keep up with my intellectual comparisons.” He holds a teasing smile, waiting for your own bite back.

“I dont want my tiger stolen!” Yuuji pipes up, and you spare him a glance, shaking your head and reassuring him that his tiger plush, which he does not own, will not be stolen from him. Sukuna continues to taunt him, and the two of you begin to bicker back and forth. Not with harmful intent, simply mindlessly arguing over something stupid such as a tiger plushie and the definition of metaphors.

Yuuji doesn’t say anything, head whipping back and forth to try and keep up with the conversation that he barely understands. But, eventually, after a minute of listening, he grows bored with the lack of attention on him, so he raises his hand and says, “I need to go potty!”

Sukuna groans, knowing that you will now be preoccupied with the boy again and has successfully lost your attention to a toddler. But you ignore the man and pick the boy up again, slightly frowning at him. “You need to go to the bathroom?”

“Uh-huh!”

Sukuna makes a show of how annoyed he is, but he also needs to go, so he doesn't complain too much. The three of you walk over to the moveable trailers that house the restrooms, with Yuuji holding your hand behind you as he points to every tiger stuffed animal you guys see on the way. 

When the three of you arrive, you nod at Sukuna before walking yourself and Yuuji over to the women’s restroom. The boy always came with you, being too young to go into the males alone. 

But Sukuna loves to make a show, so the second the two of you start walking in the opposite direction from him, he says, “Brat, where do you think you are going?”

Yuuji turns to him, still holding onto your hand, now with his head cocked to the side. “Potty?

Sukuna grabs onto the boy’s hood and starts pulling him away from you. “You are a man. You go to the men’s bathroom. Let’s go.”

The toddler was not considered a man under any circumstances, so you raise your eyebrows at Sukuna. It only meant that he was now the one to help Yuuji. So, you shrug, wave him goodbye, and say, “Good luck!” before you turn back to the women’s restroom. 

Yuuji seems to look concerned as he was dragged away from you, considering he always goes with you to the bathroom, but he quickly grabs onto Sukuna’s pants, knowing that he may be left behind if he doesn’t. 

And so the two of them went on with their business.  The toddler nearly runs out of the bathroom, excited to go on the rides once again, but Sukuna barks a command for the kid to stay close, causing the boy to whine, but grab onto Sukuna again. The two of them wait for you in front of the women’s restroom. 

Five minutes go by, and you are still not out. It took a long time, considering that the two of them took longer than usual because Sukuna sucks at helping the kid. But, Sukuna knows better than to complain; it could be “girl” problems like you often say.

Ten minutes go by, and now Sukuna is tapping his feet against the pavement while Yuuji presses his face to Sukuna’s side, fingers inside his mouth from nerves. “Brother, where is she?”

Sukuna ignores the boy, and calls your phone. He hears the annoying sound of your ringtone come from his back pocket, and he tilts his head back and groans. Of course, you would leave your phone with him in this situation. Yuuji blinks at him, confused as to what is happening. But then, Sukuna takes a step forward to an elderly woman approaching the bathroom, describes your appearance, and tells her your name so that she can help look for you in the restroom.

Two minutes go by, and the woman comes out and shakes her head. You weren’t in there. Sukuna’s eyes widen, before he tears himself from the wall with a sigh. He mumbles out, “If your ass goes missing, I am going to kill you.” and Yuuji’s own eyes widen at the prospect.

“Y/N m-missing?”

Sukuna grabs onto the boy’s wrist and begins to drag him away from the bathroom. “Not for long. Dont be useless. Keep your eyes open for her.”

And so, the two of them began to walk around the park for you. Yuuji had whined out that Sukuna was walking too fast and was holding onto his wrist too tightly, but it was just due to the stress of the situation. So, without letting the boy prepare himself, Sukuna reaches down and snatches him up, placing him onto his side. “Dont get used to it. Your ass is just too slow. Keep looking.”

Yuuji just nods, frowning and resting his head on Sukuna’s shoulder. If this were any other circumstance Yuuji would be buzzing with excitement, loving being held in general, paired with being close to Sukuna. But you were missing, and Sukuna was incredibly tense, so Yuuji didn’t feel comforted at all.

They had been walking for ten minutes, and at this point, you were missing for almost twenty-five minutes. Sukuna was cursing under his breath, scanning the fair that housed so many people and was successfully blinding him from you. It was getting dark at this point too.

Sukuna hears sniffles in his ear, and he quickly turns to his brother, hissing out, “Dont you dare cry right now.” The last thing he needed was sobbing in his ear. 

Yuuji grabs onto Sukuna’s shirt and shakes his head, trying to hold back the tears. “W-Wont cry. Won’t. Where is Y/N? Brother, I want Y/N.”

The elder, in return, grabs the back of his hair and presses the boy’s face into his neck. He holds him there while Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut and latches on tighter to the man, feeling slightly better now that he is pressed close to his brother. “I am going to find her. Just focus on not crying; I dont want snot on my neck, little pest.”

Sukuna begins to rewalk his steps, heading back to the bathroom. He was glaring at everyone who walked by that looked concerned for the toddler who was holding back tears. Sukuna just holds the boy tighter and continues to scan the crowd to no avail.

The entirety of it, Yuuji is mumbling out, “No crying. No crying. No crying.” while tears slip down his cheeks. He also tries to look for you, but the second he pulls away from the man’s skin, he seems to want to cry even more with the lack of security. So the boy remains placed in Sukuna’s neck, mumbling out to himself while Sukuna ignores him and continues to search. The hand hasn’t left the back of Yuuji’s hair.

But, at last the two of them make it back to the bathrooms where you originally were supposed to be. Sukuna spots a figure sitting on the curb, looking equally as stressed as the two of them felt, but with two stuffed animals in their hands. He lets out a deep breath, relief washing over him and his rapidly beating heart.

Yuuji turns his head to the side when Sukuna pauses, and immediately the boy’s eyes widen. His finger points to you, and he lets out an “ah!” sound. The boy begins to stir in his hold, trying to squirm away so that he can run over to you himself. But Sukuna doesn’t dare let him go, and he skylines straight toward your mopey figure.

The high-pitched sound of your name snaps you out of your thoughts, and before you can even process completely who it is, you are engulfed in a hug. The familiar scent of your boyfriend surrounds you, and you are pinned to his chest, nearly suffocating from the force of it.

Yuuji switches from Sukuna and on to you, squeezing you at an unreasonable force for someone of the age of four. He was sobbing into your shoulder while Sukuna’s hand gripped the back of your neck. But after a long moment, Sukuna pulls away and glares at you. “You idiot. Dumbass. Where the fuck did you go? Are you trying to get kidnapped? Look at what you did to the kid. Are you trying to piss me off?”

He continues to insult and curse at you, demanding an explanation. He was worried about you and this was the way he was expressing it to you. You have to simultaneously comfort the two brothers, who seemed to be a mess without you. Yuuji had you in a death hold, and you had to try to sush his cries, questioning why he was chanting, “Dont cry. Dont cry,” while nearly hyperventilating from tears. Sukuna’s hand grips your shoulder, and he is still scolding you, but every once in a while, would stop himself and force his lips onto yours for a second before pulling away and cursing at you.

Sukuna demanded you explain yourself, and so you sighed and told him the story. You didn’t need to go to the bathroom, and you saw a smaller tiger plushie at a game stand down the line. So, you headed over to the booth, wanting to surprise Yuuji with the tiger. But you continued to lose and eventually got completely absorbed into the game. You did not even know the time had passed and that your phone was not with you, having put it in Sukuna’s pocket last ride. But, after about fifteen minutes, you won not only one but two tiger plushies. When you walked back to the bathrooms, they were gone. And so you waited for them, hoping they would come back soon.

You must have came back right when they left to find you – an unlucky turn of events. Sukuna simply shakes his head at your explanation and then leans forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “I am going to put a tracker on you.”

You try to lighten up the mood, petting both his and Yuuji’s hair, who is finally beginning to calm down. “It won’t work if I leave my phone with you.”

“I wouldn’t put it on your phone,” Sukuna remarks, grabbing your hand and grinning at you. 

You dont have a clue what that means, so you just shake your head with a sigh. Yuuji’s eyelids are growing heavy from all the walking, the crying fit he had, and the fact that he didnt have his nap today. He leans onto your shoulder and begins to doze off, even with all of the noises.

The two tiger plushies remain on the curb. You sigh and pick them up, holding onto Yuuji’s for later, and giving Sukuna the other one. He gives you an unamused glance. “Why would I want a toy? I am a grown man.”

“Because I won it for you and to prove that not everyone is trying to steal your tiger. ” You quote, referring back to his ridiculous metaphor from before, that holds no meaning.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “It doesn’t really work.”

“Hm?”

“The metaphor. Doesn’t make any sense.”

You raise your eyebrows, surprised he admitted defeat. He must have been in a good mood since he had found you. “Yeah, I know. You failed English three out of the four years of high school. No wonder you dont know how to use metaphors.”

He pauses for a moment, thinking, and then shrugs and doesn’t say anything. You call it a win for you. The two of you exit the park, now that Yuuji was asleep and Sukuna could not be any happier to leave. You probably won’t be returning to the fair for a couple years, knowing him.

When you get home, you tuck Yuuji into bed – he was already completely out, drool coating his chin. You place the tiger stuffed animal next to him, excited to see his reaction to it in the morning.

And you were right – he did have a reaction, way too early in the morning. At 6 AM, the door of you and Sukuna’s shared room flies open, and toddler squeals fill the air. He jumps on your bed with the stuffed animal in his hands and chants, “Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!” while the two of you groan out.

Sukuna, in his half-awake state, grabs onto the boy’s ankle, sending him tumbling onto the bed when he tries to jump. But the boy merely giggles, and this time Sukuna steals the stuffed animal, places it under him, and goes back to sleep. 

You are awoken with two mini hands placed on your face and the sight of Yuuji pouting. The first thing you hear that morning is, “Kuna stole my tiger!” 

A second later, two tiger plushies are being chucked at the boy. The boy falls back again with an “umph!” from the force of the throw, and the bed rumbles from Sukuna’s laughs. 

“If only you used that aim on the fair game,” you mumble, eyes still closed and trying to snuggle into your pillow.

“Just didn’t have the right target.” You hide a smile, not wanting to give Sukuna the satisfaction of making you laugh by insulting Yuuji.

Yuujis giggles echo in the room, and you blink at the boy. He was sitting on Sukuna’s chest now and shoving his stuffed animals in his brother’s face. “Two tigers! Two tigers!”

Sukuna groans out, shaking his head and wishing desperately that he was sleeping. “Your tigers are about to be headless in a minute if you dont stop talking.”

Yuuji shakes his head and pushes the plushies into Sukuna’s neck. “Tigers say, grrrrrrrrr! Wake up Kuna, grrrrrrr!” 

The tigers somehow mysteriously go missing three hours later. You could only hope that their heads were still intact – knowing Sukuna, they probably were not. 

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Hi hi! I got a nsfw request for Levi! I was wondering could I ask for a female dom s/o with a breeding kink and uh, dominates Levi with the amazon position??? 😳 It's okay if you don't want to though <3

i come back, i write us banging 2d pixels, i leave

Look Levi won't lie, when he first saw this position online, he did spend the next three days thinking about you doing it to him. But thinking about you doing it to him, and asking you too, were two different things. He'd been building up the courage to bring it up, when you had wandered in and asked if he was interested in trying a new sex position.

It felt all too familiar as he laid down and held his legs up on either side of you while you lowered down on his dick. Mind racing about how you''d even come across what he was looking at. "You know Levi, you should really be more careful about what you leave on your browser." He starts to stutter, swearing he never left it on his monitors, but it's incoherent rambling, that turns into babbles when you start bouncing on his cock. "How long did you think about me doing this to you?" He really shouldn't be as embarrassed as he is, especially when you've got him plunging in and out of your walls.

"D-days," but still all he can manage is a single word stuttered out between whimpers. All it does is goad you on, picking up the pace of your rocking hips.

"And what else did you think about me doing?" When he doesn't answer, you slow to a halt. Causing him to whine. "Use you words Levi," his dick twitches inside you, and you know he must be thinking about the rest of his fantasy.

"Letting me cum inside." As a reward for his answer you move your hips again, sliding his cock in and out of you with a similar pace to before.

"Good boy," you praise and it makes him whimper. "Do you want to cum inside me?" You question, noticing the way his body began to quiver as your pace picks up.

"Yes, yes please."

"Do you want me to make you a Daddy Levi?" You feel his member twitch inside you again, his legs starting to shake the second those words fell out of your lips.

"Yes!" He cries. "Please, please," he starts to chant waiting for you to give him approval. You draw it out for a bit longer, seeing how long he could hold out before going over the edge. Eventually you give into his pleas, sinking yourself all the way down on his cock.

"Go ahead." You permit, and almost on queue he finds himself shooting his load inside you.

[cosmicwavelengths]

smut alphabet - roman roy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

minors DNI - 18+ only!

a/n: happy valentine's day! this is my first time posting my writing in a long long time. if you like it, feel free to drop a like, reblog, or head into my asks! since it's my first piece, i'll open it up to any suggestions on how to improve as well (plz be gentle lol). enjoy!

cw: nsfw alphabet, f! reader, x reader headcanons, pretty much anything you can think of - oral, exhibitionism, edging, teasing, masturbation, mild dubcon, virgin!reader (a lil bit)

wc: 3.4k | masterlist ────୨ৎ────

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i wouldn’t count on getting aftercare most nights. roman is perfectly content with leaving you sweaty and sticky with his own spend after a long night. on the rare occasion when he is feeling particularly tender (or he went a bit rougher on you), he’ll grab a warm wet towel from the bathroom to clean you up (see, he’s not entirely an asshole! only sometimes most times) and give you a kiss on the top of your head for being so good for him.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

tits man, hands down. even though his hands naturally gravitate towards your ass in most settings (including the office), he loves the sounds you make when he toys with your nipples. he’ll usually leave them alone at first (knowing that your nipples are extra sensitive - why would he want to reward you so early?), but his tongue will circle the peaks of your tits as he presses his slender fingers into you, not to get you off, but to get you ready for his cock.

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but you absolutely love the way his cock feels inside of you. it’s the perfect length and girth for getting you off every time, especially when the head of his perfectly curved cock hits the sweet spot of your spongy walls.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

as much as he likes the feeling of your walls fluttering as he cums deep inside you, watching himself cum in your mouth and making you swallow makes him go feral. there’s just something about seeing you on your knees for him in his office that activates some sort of primal instinct deep down.

“c’mon, be a good girl and take my cock,” roman grits out, tightening the grip on your hair as he plunges himself deeper in your throat, forcing you to gag a bit on his dick.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

can you say panty stealer? before you started hooking up, roman would summon himself to your apartment to “get last minute work done” with you, and would eventually make excuses to sneak around your apartment. in his defense, he was just snooping around your place to get to know you better (instead of, y’know, simply asking you about yourself) - so by this time, he knew what brands of clothes you wore, what toothpaste you liked. but his favorite place was your clothing hamper. on occasion, roman would sneak dirty pairs of your panties out of the basket, just to sate himself and get a taste of you. there was no telling where these panties would end up: wrapped around his cock, over his face, in his mouth…

after the first few months or so, you chalk it up to the dryer eating them, but you don’t fully connect the dots until you visit his apartment later and find a long-lost pair of panties crumbled up in his bedside drawer, stained with his cum.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don’t think roman is the type to sleep around, but he definitely learns a lot from porn and the one or two “serious” girlfriends he has had before meeting you. out of everyone he’s slept with, he feels the most comfortable trying out less vanilla sexual acts with you, like bdsm or anal.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

secretly, he loves to watch your face when he fills you over and over again with his cum. this is probably as intimate as it gets for him, so it’s rather special. but if he’s feeling a bit lazy, he’d rather make you ride him while he plays with your tits.

but when you seriously piss him off, you should expect to be turned over, face down ass up (don’t even think about cumming either). 

“fuck.” roman grunts out against your neck, pulling all the way out before shoving himself back in again. he feels a bit of your arousal squelching out against his pelvis when he pushes into your wet cunt. “i can feel you getting close, so let me have it.”

“roman!” you moan, loud and pathetic all drawn out as you’re forced to cum again. roman leans against your thighs, almost folding you in two as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

“god, i wish you could watch how your pussy takes my cock. gorgeous.” he groans, increasing his tempo. you always know he’s close to cumming when praise slips out - very rare. with one last flutter of your pussy, he finally finishes, shoving his cock almost all the way to the squishy pad of your cervix as he spills inside of you, pressing your knees almost all the way into the mattress underneath you.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the extent of roman’s goofiness during sex is just him mocking you because he’s a fucking asshole. when you cry after the third time of being denied cumming, he leans over and mocks you in your ear. dickhead.

“y’know, crying isn’t going to make me feel bad for you, so stop playing games. it’s always ‘oh, roman’ this and ‘i can’t anymore, roman’ that. if you don’t want this to happen, then don’t be a fucking whore.”

h = hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

definitely trimmed and neat. generally not a hairy guy to begin with, but he does that more for himself.

he says he doesn’t care too much whether you shave or not, but you notice that he spends much more time eating your pussy out after you shave.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

his mind is usually so occupied with family bullshit and work, so he just doesn’t get into the intimate headspace often or easily. he expresses his love to you during sex in other ways, like giving you soft kisses on the forehead and neck while pressing his cock back into your overstimulated pussy.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

to be honest, he hasn’t spent a lot of time getting himself off since he started sleeping with you. in fact, since meeting you, he’s never jerked himself off less in his entire life. when he has your mouth and pussy, why would he ever need his hand? besides, the whole bullshit with the succession battle and waystar stuff leaves him a bit too stressed out to want to do it.

regardless, he masturbates sometimes when he’s away on a long work trip (2+ weeks), but he can go a relatively long time without it. there’s nothing more he loves than the feeling of cumming deep inside you after not releasing for a while.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

roman wouldn’t necessarily subscribe to a specific kink, sort of a mixed bag once he starts hooking up you. he secretly loves being praised, especially after having an adolescence deprived of it (poor guy :/)

roman loves marking up your skin where no one can see it. he leaves hickeys on your tummy, thighs, and your tits, where only you can see it - after all, you must remember who you belong to even when he is away…

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

roman is generally down to fuck anywhere - bathroom, closet, car or private jet (yes). though, he’s probably most comfortable with teasing you until he can get you to a truly private place like his office or bedroom. but recently, he’s had a much more strict obligation to his work at waystar and he’s usually in the office working long hours late into the night, but it’s much easier having you there. some days, it gets particularly stressful, but he loves pounding your pussy against his desk, or making you ride him on the nice, expensive couch in his office. it’s just what he deserves of having to deal with bullshit all day, and he’s never been happier to have a private office with curtains.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

roman secretly loves when you try to be a brat or tease him, because it means that he can have his way with you and you know that you deserve it for being such a slut. even in the times where you might be sitting at his desk and spinning a pen around your fingers, he’ll try to spin the situation into you acting bratty when he wants to fuck you, even if it means intentionally provoking you.

“....whatcha doin?”

“roman.” you reply sharply, snapping your pen down against the table. “how many times do you plan on asking me that?” it’s 10:38pm on a friday. you finally had a date since god knows when, and you had to cancel due to some last minute shit at work. great. “i’m trying to file your paperwork away while you sit on your ass. either help or shut up.”

normally it would’ve taken you longer to get to this point, but a series of unlucky events throughout the week has left you with little patience, and you were hoping to find reprieve in the evening. you don’t typically snap at roman - anyone. but he worked your last nerve.

roman sits back in his chair and raises an eyebrow. “now, is that any appropriate way to speak with your fuckin’ boss?” he says with an air of amusement to his voice. roman leans over and grabs a remote on the table, lowering the window curtains over the glass walls of his office.

“i know you’re all cranky because you had some date with a dumbass on floor 7” some accountant, he remembers rather bitterly, standing up and rounding his desk. “but i think you’re forgetting your place. i am your boss.” he sternly reminds, punctuating the end of his sentence by firmly grabbing the peak of your hair and tugging. you loudly whine at that, equally intimidated yet exciting as your cunt begins to drool.

“i tell you when you get to leave,” he yanks you out of your chair, pressing you to the floor on your knees. he stands over you, your hair still in his hand as he forces eye contact with you, unzipping himself with the other. “i don’t care if it’s fuckin’ 3:00am. you do what i tell you to do, slut.”

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

definitely no scat, piss, vomit, blood, gore, etc. he wouldn’t feel comfortable with seriously hurting you even if you asked for it.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

you can’t remember a time when roman didn’t make you cum with his tongue. in fact, it’s one of his most favorite ways to tease you! he loves abusing your clit with the very tip of his tongue, tracing his own name into your soft skin. he lowers his mouth to your hole, drinking up your arousal after he ruined your second orgasm.

“roman please!” you cry out as roman pulls his mouth and fingers back again. for the second time. he is such an asshole. and you were this close to cumming again.

“now, now!” he mocks, lightly ghosting over your clit with his thumb. “i am doing this for your own good. see, this is what happens when you try to give me the silent treatment. did you really think i was going to reward you for being a fucking brat?” you throw your head back against the pillow and whine out. life is truly unfair, isn’t it?

“so now, you get to lie there and fucking take it. i’ll abuse your greedy cunt until i think you’ve learned your lesson.”

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

rarely gentle - he has trouble expressing that more intimate side of him that involves feelings. if you come to roman expecting rose petals, silk, soft music playing, a candle-lit bedroom, he’s the wrong person.

you can almost always expect roman to pin you down on the nearest surface and fill you up with his cock. can you blame him? you were teasing him all day wearing that new skirt to work, so it’s really your fault.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

the succession battle leaves little time for roman to be away from the rest of the family or his work at waystar, so you should expect quickies more often than not: on his desk at work, the couch in his office, in the bathroom, the supply closet, secluded areas of fancy parties, etc. - you name it. as much as he would want to press you into his bed and make your thighs shake, he’s still a business executive needed at the drop of a hat. surprisingly, it’s a bit easier to slip away during charity dinners and business galas, and he finds it hotter to undress you when you're all done up bathroom someplace.

“did you really think that you’d be able to stay away from me tonight?” he questions, hiking up your dress. after being pulled away into empty conversations with person after person, all he could think about was getting you alone after the shitty week he’s had. fuck you, for leaving him wanting. and fuck you, for wearing a floor length gown that hugs your tits and ass in all the right places.

“you get to walk around here-” you interrupt him briefly with a shriek as he shoves you against the marble countertop, heat already coursing through your lower abdomen with anticipation. “-wearing that slutty little dress and whoring yourself out in front of everyone.” he yanks down your panties roughly - some cheap lace thong you had in the back of your drawer. he lines his cock up, and presses himself into your core

“since you wanted to act like a whore, i’ll treat you like one.”

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

like with his work, he probably wouldn’t make any genuine risks with you out of fear of being taken out of the succession battle (such as, i don’t know, sending a dick pic to his dad instead of you). in the event that you guys are caught somehow, he would probably scapegoat you in an effort to keep himself afloat, as much as it would hurt him.

however, he is no stranger to semi-public sex: fucking you in his office, on the balcony of his apartment, in a public restroom at a charity event. it’s thrilling to him knowing that you guys could get caught. but he wouldn’t genuinely risk anything with you that might put you in serious physical danger.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he has a lot more stamina than you’d expect (initially)! he asked his private trainer to do more cardio during his workout sessions (not for you, don’t be greedy). but it does come in handy for him as he eventually gets stronger.

he has a fairly busy schedule, so you’d probably only get to have sex a few times a week, but he definitely makes it count. 

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t entirely mind the use of toys (atleast when you use them on yourself), but his massive fucking ego leads him to believe that his tongue, fingers, or his cock is enough to make you cum anyway (and as always, he’s correct). maybe one day, you decided to try and make him jealous - huge mistake, so your vibrator charger went missing. or the toy broke somehow. roman wouldn’t know anything about that, so why are you asking him? (he broke it)

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh he is such a fucking tease it’s unfair. on days when he’s in a particularly shitty mood, he makes it your problem by edging you over and over again. it’s not super ideal for you, but it’s almost always worth it in the end when he forces you to squirt on his fingers or cock.

“roman! i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you cry out.

as soon as you reach your climax, clenching down on his cock, he pulls out leaving a vacant space and stealing your breath away. your eyes well up with tears of disappointment, threatening to spill over as he edged you again for the third time.

“aww don’t cry,” roman reaches up, messily wiping the tears off of your cheeks. he gives you but a moment before sliding his middle and ring fingers back into your cunt. “i’m only just getting started.”

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not an excessive amount of noise at first, he usually starts with dirty talking (or straight up degrading you, depending on how much you pissed him off). it’s not until he gets closer to cumming when he buries his face into your neck to whimper against your hot skin. not that it matters too much - roman pounding into you makes you loud enough to drown out his own sounds.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - cw: mild noncon

roman likes to get you high before you have sex sometimes. why? because he knows it feels better for you (and him, but mostly you. don’t act like he doesn’t do anything for you). when the high finally hits, you become so needy and pliant for him, walls almost immediately beginning to flutter around his cock as he begins his brutal pace.

“fuck, i love it when you’re like this for me” he fills you with his cock over and over again at a steady, rough tempo. “y’know, you get all dumb for me and you can’t do anything else except fucking take it.”

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

not the largest you’ve ever had, not the smallest either. after all, it’s about the motion of the ocean. roman isn’t a big guy at all, no more than 5’10” on a good day so i can’t imagine him being super hung. nonetheless, he uses what he has very well…

it would definitely be in roman’s character to take this into his advantage when trying to get his cock into virgin!readers tight pussy for the first time:

“roman, it’s too much!” you yelp, writhing against the mattress. “it won’t fit~”

“shut the fuck up. it will.” he grunts out, as he continues to press his cock into your tight, wet hole. “stop be fucking stubborn and relax.” he’s been at this for almost an hour, shoving his fingers deep in your cunt, making you cum twice already (far more generous than he normally would be), and you’re still tight! greedy slut. he has just about worked his head past the tight entrance, just barely starting to feel you clamp down on the head of his cock. so fucking desperate.

you attempt to steady your breathing as he pushes in more, hoping that the pain will subside once he’s fully seated inside of you.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

well, we all know that roman has some issues with intimacy and sex (which more or less disappears when you’re with him), but he’s never been more into it since he’s met you. it’s like some sort of switch flipped on in his brain that makes him feral for you. not to mention, it’s pretty difficult to keep his hands off of you if you piss him off (accident or not).

more often than not, roman will have to travel across the world for waystar royco business and leave you at home. he will miss you very much, but he would never tell you that (as per usual) - we would just let his actions speak for him. he doesn’t really do phone sex, but being the slime puppy he is, he definitely snuck a pair of your dirty panties from your laundry to sniff while he gets himself off (ahh, nostalgia).

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

roman is definitely the type of guy to fall asleep almost immediately and he will NEVER admit he is tired. we’re talking mouth open, snoring, fully nodding off until you rib him about it. 

after all, with the amount of effort he put into making you cum three times over, he deserves that rest and will let you know. roman’s a bit of a piece of shit, so he will definitely try to sleep to avoid giving you proper aftercare some nights. he’s more than content with rolling over and leaving you sweaty with his cum on your stomach.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Idol! group x F! Reader

Honey 🍯

TW: Buttplugs, kidnapping, noncon, food kink, throat fucking, gangbanging

Pt. 2 Pt.3 Pt.4

A/N: This idol group is entirely made up and not based off of any group in real life.

"Haneul, you've been staring at your phone for a while. Are you ok?" Sol, Haneul's groupmate, asks, tapping Haneul on the shoulder.

Haneul's beige skin shines in sunlight, his black hair blowing in the wind, and his cheeks blushing so heavily that there are two red dots. Haneul had been stalking you since he became a trainee. 

"Is it that coffee girl again?" Jason questions, leaning his head over the passenger's seat. "Dude, you've been stalking her since she was 15. We're both 22 now. Just ask her on a date already and make her ours. Besides, it would clear up the nasty rumor saying that she's a sasaeng."

"I suppose I should. We do have to write a love song for our album, right, Jason?" Haneul suggests showing Jason, Sol, and Honey a photo of you walking home.

"Driver, turn at this road," Sol says, looking at your location from the GPS tracker in your earrings.

"Yes, sir," The driver says, making a hard right.

"Stop next to the girl in black," Haneul says, seeing your earrings glimmer in the sunlight.

A black van screeches to a halt next to you, and suddenly, you're pulled inside. You try to scream for help, but a hand goes over your mouth, preventing any sound from leaving. 

"Shh, sweetheart~ You're ok now," Sol whispers, rubbing your head.

Haneul shuts the door and rubs circles into your thigh.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" Honey asks, buckling you and wrapping a tight arm around your waist.

"Who are you people?!" You scream, making Jason disappointed.

"How could you not recognize us? We've been around you since we were trainees. We even wrote several songs for you. How could you not notice us?" Sol rants, making you cling to Haneul's arm.

"Sol, stop it. You're scaring her!" Haneul scolds, holding you in his arms.

Sol's navy blue hair practically stands up, and he turns away from Haneul. 

"You brutes are all scaring her. I can't believe you guys couldn't get her in the van besides kidnapping her. Don't worry, baby, I'll keep you safe," Hani says, kissing your tear-stained cheek.

"Don't touch her like that! I saw her first!"

"Shut up, Sol! Does the word OURS mean nothing to you?!"

"I don't want to hear that from the punk who tried to ask her out!"

"Neither you nor Haneul can talk, Sol! Especially when one of you had plans to keep her chained up in your room!"

The idol's argument turns into a physical altercation, and soon enough, they're pulling hair and throwing punches. All you can do is cover your head and cower near the car door.

"ENOUGH!" The lady in the passenger seat screams, turning around to face the idols. "EITHER YOU SHARE Y/N, OR NOBODY HAS HER, AND I LET HER GO!"

There's an awkward silence in the van, and the idols slowly let go of each other.

"Yes, Manager Choi," The boys say, fixing themselves up.

"I knew letting you guys move to America was a mistake," She says, turning her head around. "Hey, stop crying. You might as well get used to them. You've become the fifth member of the group."

You cry harder and feel your heart sink.

~~~~~~~~

"Ta-dah! Welcome to the Hive!" Honey says, opening the door to their three-level house. "Upstairs is your and Haneul's room. To the left of yours is mine. Then, to the right are Sol and Jason's rooms. We have our own bathrooms, but feel free to come use ours if you want company."

You shuffle into the room and see the memorabilia from award shows and events. The air has a sickening sweet smell, almost like honey, that makes you nauseous. You feel the bile in your throat build up until you can't hold it anymore. You run to the nearest bathroom and vomit until your throat burns.

"Our queen is sick. I'll get her a spoonful of honey to make her feel better," Hani says, walking to their kitchen.

"Get it all out, sweetie. You'll be okay," Haneul says, rubbing your back and pushing your hair behind your ears.

Your face rests on the toilet seat, and Hanuel moves you so you're on his chest.

"Hani, hurry. Her face is turning pale!" Sol yells, running to your side. "Haneul, get her near the toilet again."

Your eyes roll into your skull, and your vision goes dark.

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"Mm," You groan, waking up to Hani rubbing your feet.

"Hello, my queen. Are you feeling better?" Jason asks, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

The smell of honey overwhelms you, and then you see the bee pajamas you're wearing. 

"Don't worry, we didn't do anything dirty. Sol only changed your clothes and brushed your teeth," Haneul says, kissing your left cheek while Jason kisses the right. "How does our queen feel?"

"Let me go!" You scream, only to have your limbs restrained by each group member.

"Aww, I think our Queen Bee needs a good fucking to calm her down?" Haneul says, climbing on top of you and unbuckling his pants.

"Stop it!" You scream, making Haneul silence you with a kiss.

Hani hands Haneul a honey jar, and the black haired member covers his cock in the golden sweet treat. He opens your mouth and sticks his dick into it. Haneul slowly thrusts and has to restrain himself from throat fucking your mouth off as he feels your tongue unconciously lick the honey off his cock. Drool goes down your chin as Haneul deep throats you, and the lustful male thrusts faster, hitting the back of your throat. He sends cum straight down your throat, and slids his dick out of your mouth.

"How cute. Our queen is all calm now that she has some honey in her," Hani says, wiping some cum off your mouth. 

The sweet taste stays on your tongue, and you stare into space, not noticing the other boys unbuckling their pants. Soon after, another cock enters your mouth, followed by another one. They move in synch as they thrust into your mouth. Sol and Jason grunt as the friction from your mouth and their dicks touching each other. Their hands wrap around each other's waists to steady their pace, and they thrust faster. 

"Come on, Jason, Sol. Your cocks need to fill up our queens mouth," Hani says, spanking Jason and Sol's asses. "Come on, cum like the mindless sperm drones you are!"

The two members twitch in pleasure, and they cum from your mouth. A pool of cum forms in your mouth, and you swallow it. Hani hands Jason, Sol, and Haneul a stinger butt plug, and they cum, putting it in as it goes further. Hani does the same, and his cum spills out of his pants.

"Us busy bees need to get to work creating more honey," Hani says, leading the boys away as they try to mess with the butt plug for another round of cum.

[ryuzakemo128]

“Love you. You're the best.” - Fennec Fox! Female! Reader.

Pairing: Ghoap x fennec fox female reader

Content warning: fluff. Fennec fox hybrid female reader. Smut at the end.

Note: Got tired of seeing dog and cat hybrids yet no fox ones - Like c'mon guys it's THERE - Do you not see the potential-

Words: 1326

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Credit for Dividers (And Template): @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary: You boldly said it so loud, he could have sworn you said it louder on purpose, “Love you, you're the best.”

Ghost, who had been watching the playful exchange with a mix of amusement and curiosity, was caught off guard by your sudden declaration.

His surprise and he paused. “What did you say?” he asked, his deep, velvety voice carrying a hint of scepticism.

You boldly said it so loud, he could have sworn you said it louder on purpose, “Love you, you're the best.”

Soap's eyes widened, and he stumbled over his own paws. “What did you just say?” he asked, his tone a mix of astonishment and confusion.

You said it even louder, your eyes sparkling with joy, “Love you, you're the best!” This time, it was clear as day, and the courtyard fell silent. Soap stared at you, his jaw hanging open in shock.

Kate and Price exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and something else—perhaps a flicker of hope that the darkness of your past hadn't completely stolen your capacity to form attachments.

Soap snuck extra snacks to you which he knew you liked, hoping to win your favour.

A gesture that, while small, spoke volumes of his desire to be closer to you. Treats like slow cooked chicken were greatly appreciated, especially after a long day of training.

Soap would often sit by your side, watching you devour them with delight, a soft smile playing on his lips as he listened to your happy munching sounds.

You tried Wagyu once, a rare and exquisite delicacy. The tenderness of the beef, the way it practically melted in your mouth, the 'thank you' with each bite you took of the wagyu beef. As well as, 'this tastes so good.'

Ghost looked at you while you were eating the wagyu beef he gave you as a treat, not expecting you to like it THIS much.

Not as much as you showed him when he cooked it up for you. You looked up at Ghost, your feline eyes wide with pleasure. “This is heavenly,” you murmured, your voice thick with satisfaction. The warmth of your smile seemed to light up the shadowed corners of his heart. He had never seen anyone appreciate his cooking quite like this.

Ghost's expression softened, a hint of colour rising to his cheeks. “I'm glad you like it,” he said gruffly, trying to maintain his usual composure but failing miserably.

His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt or mockery, but found only sincerity.

The kitchen grew quiet once again, save for the occasional sizzle of the frying pan and the sound of your happy chewing.

“I lived in a desert. Anything you make for me will be eaten with gusto, as it should be.” You told him. “You could have given me a cicada, and I'd still eat it.”

Ghost was about to satisfy your “heat cycle” when Soap, finishing his cigarette, intrigued, asked, “What's happening here?”

You were on the king bed. Your muffled,” 'm tempted to grab my vibrator.” As you were about to leave for your bedroom in the basement, which consisted of a hanging round bed draped with black cloth.

Ghost's voice grew serious, his eyes locking onto yours, “Wait,” he said, his hand shooting out to gently grab your wrist. He pulled you back to face him, his gaze searching your eyes. “You can't just say something like that and walk away,” he said, his grip tightening slightly. “Do you mean it?”

Face first into his pecs as if god ordained it somehow, as if the lord had come down and said, “This fennec fox hybrid female reader shall know thee by the touch of her cheek to thy chest,” you nodded against him. “Yes,” you murmured, “I mean it.” The words were softer than a whisper, but the gravity of them was palpable in the room. You felt Ghost's body tense, his heart hammering against your ear. For a man who was often the epitome of stoicism, this was a revelation, a crack in the armour that you hadn't expected.

As you prepared to sleep on your hanging mattress, the house's tension grew as palpable as a sea fog. Aware your words had impacted the men, you pondered the atmosphere's shift. Then, descending footsteps reached your ears, your heart pounding from a blend of fear and anticipation.

Ghost's silhouette appeared in the doorway, his posture rigid and unyielding. “Ghost,” you whispered, noticing his eyes were as intense as a moonlit arctic night. “What is it?”

He took a step closer, his boots heavy on the wooden floor. “You said something, earlier.” His voice was a rumble of thunder, low and demanding. “Something important.”

You were wearing a nightie which left little to the imagination, the thin spaghetti straps on your shoulders the only barrier between the fabric and your bare skin. You squinted, half asleep, “I said a lot of things.” You mumble into your pillow, trying to play it cool despite the racing of your heart.

Ghost took another step, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “You said you love us.”

You turned to face him fully, the gravity of the moment weighing on your heart. “I do,” you admitted, the words spilling out of you with surprising ease. “Both of you, in my own way.”

Ghost's hand paused on your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline. “And what way is that?” he asked, his voice softer now, the thunder replaced with a gentle rain.

You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin. “In a way that's fierce and unconditional,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “In a way that makes me want to fight alongside you both, to keep you safe, to… to be a part of your lives.”

Soap, who had been quietly watching from the shadows, emerged into the dim light. He approached the bed, his eyes shimmering with something unreadable. “Is that right?” he asked, his voice gruff. His Scottish accent seemed to thicken in the tension-filled silence.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yes,” you said, your voice stronger now. “I love you both.”

Soap's expression softened, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a rare smile. He reached out to you, his rough hand taking yours in a gentle grip. “And we love you too, lass,” he said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “In our own messed up way.”

Soap's eyes drifted to the vibrator underneath the layer of faux fur pillows filled with goose feathers.

He smirked, “Looks like we might have some competition.”

Ghost chuckled, the tension in his posture easing a fraction. “Looks like it,” he said, his gaze never leaving yours. “But I think we can manage.”

The three of you fell into a fervent embrace, a bond only forged through shared hellish ordeals. Ghost lifted you effortlessly as Soap drew your head to his for a kiss, a blend of tenderness and roughness. Their scents—Ghost's musky smoke and Soap's faint gunpowder—overwhelmed you, and you melded into their comforting warmth.

They laid you on the king-sized bed as Ghost hovered, eyes ablaze with desire mirroring yours. He seized your face, kissing you urgently with a passion built over years. His tongue explored your mouth as if new, while Soap's gentle hands roamed your body through your thin nightie, tenderly committing every curve to memory.

Their touch was like a delicate symphony playing across your skin, each caress a note resonating deep within your core.

The fabric of your nightie was peeled away, revealing your nakedness to the cool air, and their heated gazes.

Your breasts were swollen and sensitive, begging for attention, and Soap's mouth found its way to one, suckling gently, making you gasp against Ghost's insistent kiss.

This would continue on until morning. Where you are asleep in the middle of the two burly men who changed your life forever.

[fandomonetwo]

puppy love and flowers — remus lupin

▸summary: he's absolutely sure he loves you. he's absolutely sure you love him. flowers aren't given to just anybody.

▸characters: remus lupin x f! reader, lil snippets of james and sirius and peter

▸tw: hay fever, small sadness moment

▸a/n: consider this my apology for the previous angst post. also, look at the guy. he's a smol bean

REMUS LUPIN WAS a sucker for a good bouquet. He'd always want to give them to you, yet he could never find the moment. There'd always be something that would stop him.

Today was one of the days where his plans were smudged.

It was a Hogsmeade day, so naturally, he with his posse decided to head into the town to scope out bouquets. There was one he'd seen little bit ago that he was fidgeting to buy. It was a beautiful set of red and white roses with baby's breath surrounding them. They were your favourite flowers.

Sirius Black had never felt so depressed than when he had watched his friends realise that the 'sold out' sign was for the bouquet he wanted to get for you. He felt so out of place when Remus looked like he had just been deprived of his natural resource of chocolate.

"Why not just get her different flowers?" the Black boy asked, awkwardness coating his very body in a tense feeling.

Remus sighed. "But those were for her. They were like, specifically crafted just so that she could have them. And now they're gone. And I still haven't gotten her flowers!"

James sympathised more with Remus that Sirius could. James often got flower for Lily from this very shop. Albeit, she always threw them out when she got them, but it was the thought that counted. Peter didn't say anything. He was too busy drawing stars in the snow.

The bespectacled boy put his hand on Remus' shoulder, noticing his friend's eyes welling with tears. "It's alright, mate. There's always tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day."

"But I wanted to get her those today."

There was something so frustrating about not getting something done on the day you planned. You'd feel so incomplete in your tasks, and he'd never get to sleep tonight. Well, he might drift off if he cried long enough.

The walk back to the dorms was long and awkward and tense and depressing. There were so many emotions. Remus has just been thwarted yet again in his attempts to woo you. Peter was plucking the snow off of his mittens one by one.

"Damn, mate, you are so in deep," Sirius teased, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, I've heard of puppy love, but this just takes the cake."

"Is that supposed to be a pun?" Remus muttered. It was kinda funny.

"I suppose so."

They had only gotten to the dorm when they heard the girls. They were laughing. No, hang on. They were shrieking. And... sneezing?

The four boys entered the common room to find Lily and Marlene holding onto furniture for dear life, their faces as red as their ties. Marlene tried to heave in a breath and little was wiping her face.

And then you sneezed. They erupted into laughter again.

"What on earth is going on?" James asked, confusion filling his bloodstream. The girls couldn't find the words, too busy giggling, so you decided to speak.

"I bought flowers for Remus," you started, your nose stuffed, "and I have just found out that I am, in fact, deathly allergic to flowers."

You sneezed again. The girls didn't completely fall apart, but they still chuckled.

Remus looked at you with those big eyes of his. "You got me flowers?"

"Yeah," you said sheepishly. "I though it'd be a nice surprise, but now I'm covered in snot, my nose and throat hurts, my head kinda aches, and my eyes are red."

You sneezed, and Remus started laughing. He rested his head on your shoulder, despite your protests.

"How did you never realise you had a tendency to get hay fever?" Sirius asked, trying to stifle his own chuckles.

"I don't know. It doesn't get this bad at home. The flowers there are small, and here, I don't go out much in the spring. It's too warm. Plus, it's not like I get up close and personal with flowers now, do I?"

"Yeah, but still. It's hay fever, it's a pretty common thing."

"Like I said," you sneezed again, away from Remus' face, "there just wasn't enough for me to notice." You paused for a second. "I always wondered why I got the sniffles in the springtime. I thought it was just spring colds."

James grinned. "Well, now you know."

You sneezed twice more, Remus brushing the hair out of your sweaty face.

"I think we need to rescue you from your natural foe." He guided you by the hand outside of the common room, and he stole a glance back at the flowers you had bought for him, his heart swelling.

Red and white roses surrounded with baby's breath.

[aciddrattboyy]

Hҽʂιƚαƚισɳ !

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "friends to lovers ! friends to lovers! friends to lovers ! or bachira has been your friend since childhood, and while he cant deny his romantic feelings for you now that you were older; you certainly try to deny yours"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Bachira M. x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 1.6k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Slice of Life/Drama] none? mention of alcohol i suppose (characters are aged up) ★ 01 . 02

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10:18pm loser </3: where are you 10:22pm loser </3: where are you  10:22pm loser </3: … 10:27pm loser </3: where are you dude 10:33pm you: parrty 10:34pm loser </3: what party 10:40pm you: a supper fun prty 10:40pm loser </3: who r u with  11:04pm you: suprr fum peopleeeeeee

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it didnt take long for meguru to figure out what party you were at. and when he found you inside, he knew that whatever selflessness he had about being just your friend was utter bullshit. it was easy pretending to be perfectly content with just being friends when both of you were single. but now, seeing you chatting it up with some guy with a cup of what could only be one hundred percent alcohol, meguru suddenly wasnt content anymore. 

meguru was confused. he knew you werent one for large parties, having prefered small hangouts with close friends. so why were you here now in this house crowded with people and permeating the smell of weed and alcohol. he watched you giggle at whatever that bastard was saying to you, staring up at him while he leaned over you. meguru was absolutely repulsed and his legs were starting to move before he could even think. 

in the blink of  an eye, meguru was next to you, snatching the solo cup out of your hand. he gave you an overly sweet smile when you looked at him, eyes widening briefly in shock before a smile broke out on your face. 

“who’s this?” megurus eyes shifted over to the man standing before you, a displeased look on his face. 

“i’m her-”

“oh this is meguru,” you interrupted, it was unintentional, you were just trying to answer the question. but meguru mentally groaned. “he is my most closest friend,” 

ah there was that word again. ‘friend’. he couldnt deny the pang in his heart or the wave of embarrassment that washed through him when he saw the stranger smirk at him. it was clear they both knew meguru was about to declare himself as your boyfriend. he wasn’t trying to do anything weird, he just wanted to get you away from the creep but now that plan has failed.

completely ignoring meguru now that he’s been tossed aside as a friend, the stranger trails a hand down your arm. 

“that’s a relief,” meguru felt hot anger course through his body and he slapped the man’s hand away before he could think. before you could react, meguru wrapped an arm around your shoulders and was now leading you away from the party, tossing your half empty cup into the nearest trash can. 

“meguru what are you doing,” you nearly stumbled over your own feet as he dragged you outside to his car. 

“what am i doing? what are you doing?!” he hastily opened the passenger door for you as you silently got in. you were momentarily stunned by his tone, having never heard him get worked up this much before. he quickly rounded the car, sliding into his seat and letting a heavy sigh as he started the car.  

“i dont understand why youre so worked up,” you grumbled, leaning your head against the window. meguru squinted his eyes at you, genuinely dumbfounded by your statement. could you really be that naive? his hand flew up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to figure out how to respond. 

“im worked up because my friend who has said they dont like parties disappeared off to one without telling somebody,” you shrug your shoulders, suddenly feeling crowded. through your drunken haze, you got annoyed. you were your own person. you didnt need to tell every single one of your friends when you were going out. 

“it was last minute,” meguru scoffs at your response, wordlessly putting the car into drive. you notice him move the gear shift and sit up, shaking your head. “im not going home yet,” meguru side-eyed you, contemplating whether ot not to drive off anyway. 

“you need to,”

“no i dont,” you were defensive now, for no real reason you could comprehend. “you were worried about me being here without knowing? well now you know so i’m going back,”

“dont go back in there,” megurus tone shifted just lightly, trying to hide the anger and jealousy that went through him at the thought of you being alone with that creep again. 

“why? so i dont talk to the guy you were killing with your eyes? yeah dont think i didnt notice that,” you were rambling now, the alcohol doing the talking for you. “whats up with you? i dont understan-” 

“enough y/n” his eyebrows furrowed, growing tired and annoyed by this conversation. he could just be blunt and tell you that the reason he doesnt want you back in there talking with random guys was because he was in love with you. but that couldnt possibly end anywhere good right now. “look, youre drunk. you need to go home. and i hate to have to do this but i do have your moms number,” the threat hung unsaid in the air as you scowled at him. the last thing you wanted your mom to hear was that her precious daughter was going out getting drunk with strangers. so you suck in a breath, buckling your seatbelt before angling your body away from meguru and towards the window. 

it was childish, both of you knew that. but neither of you commented, the car filling with tense silence as meguru drove off. 

when meguru pulled up to your apartment he wanted to walk you inside. but the glare you shot him when he offered let him know pulling the mom card was already crossing the line. so he watched as you walked inside the building, before taking in a heavy breath, head tilting back to rest against the seat. he sat there for a moment, waiting to see the light from your window turn on before making his way back to his place.

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11:01am you: im sorry abt last night 11:04am loser </3: its alright 11:05am you: no its not 11:05am you: i was rude 11:12am loser </3: no i understand its okay really 11:13am you: come over later so i can apologize to your face? (i’ll buy u food) 11:24am loser </3: apology already accepted but yea i’ll come over 11:24am loser </3: at work rn i’ll come over around 6?  11:26am you: excellent .  12:00pm loser </3: ok mr. burns

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you had takeout already waiting on the counter by the time you heard a knock on your door. meguru was swarmed with your apologies as soon as he walked inside and he couldnt help but laugh at how cute you were. 

“i already said apologies accepted silly,” he grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you back and forth lightly until you were both laughing. “but i do believe you said food was a part of the apology?” he wriggled his eyebrows at you clapping his hands together when you grabbed the food. 

“we can eat in my room, my roommates will be home soon,” meguru nodded, a small smile on his face as he followed you. he was quick to flop onto your bed, letting out a dramatic wistful sigh. “youre not eating on my bed,” you made a point to pull out your desk chair, looking back and forth at it and meguru as you waited for him to take the hint. he pouted, rolling over onto his back.

“thats not fair,”

“whats not fair is you spilling ramen on my mattress. 

“that was one time!” he sat up quickly, looking at you with wide eyes. you laughed, shaking your head as you pointed at the chair. 

“you eat here,”

“some apology this is,” he grumbled playfully, sulking over to you and theatrically falling onto the seat. 

“you said you already accepted my apology,” you watch as meguru sulks at your desk, burying his head in his arms. you bring a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through the soft locs. “youre a big baby,” 

“nuh uh youre just mean,” his voice was muffled as he spoke, his head leaning into your touch ever so slightly. at times like these it was easier to forget how much his heart burned for you. 

“okay fine you can eat with me but if you make a mess im kicking you out permanently,” you voice held no real warning or threat as meguru grabbed the food and bounded over to your bed. you followed him onto the bed with a smile, watching as he did the honors of passing out the food. having gotten this exact meal with you plenty times before it was sort of out of habit now. 

you were slumped after the meal, dramatically laying across megurus stomach as he laid on his back. and although your stomach was threatening to burst open at any given second, you were feeling pretty content. 

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7:41pm loser </3: guess who has tickets to that movie you wanted to see 7:42pm you: no way. 7:42pm loser </3: yes way. 7:43pm loser </3: i’ll take you… for a price… 7:44pm you: gulp  7:44pm loser </3: a singular kiss on the lips 7:44pm loser </3: no tongue :3 7:45pm you: i’ll ask reo to take me….. 7:45pm loser </3: NO 7:46pm loser </3: I WAS JOKING 7:46pm loser </3: :( 7:47pm you: :( 7:47pm you: so whens the movie

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