#I have to imagine it wasn't made with intentionality

[puzzled-pegasus]

Baby Demigod HCs

Jason made 0 facial expressions and didn't smile until he was like 6 years old. Thalia would come in like "hi jason! :DD how are you" and 2 yr old jason would be like 🔵_🔵 and maybe just wave back if she's lucky

Jason didn't cry all that much because his mom didn't really answer him but she also ignored his screams during the stapler incident until Thalia had to come to her and be like "mom your son is bleeding"

Percy had his floofy black hair since birth

Also. Percy was the most judgy looking baby. Sally would have him in a stroller at the store and hed just be looking at strangers like 🤨 obviously not intentionally his face is just Like that

He really liked bathtime because duh except sometimes he telekinetically doused his mom with bath water because he thought it was hilarious

Leo started laughing rlly early and his mom was like omg so cute and tried to make him laugh but Hera found it super annoying but the more annoyed she looked the more baby leo laughed his ass off

Not a headcanon but like picture Leo as a toddler with his curly hair and his little michevous child smile how fricking adorable

Piper as we know had the most grating cry that was IMPOSSIBLE to tune out and I can only imagine how exhausting that would be like if she throws a tantrum at a walmart every single person there is like oh my GOD remove that child I can't handle the screams

i also think that Piper has a stim habit of flapping her hands and it's been there since she could stand

Hazel was the cutest baby ever except that her light eyes were rlly spooky

Frank was born rlly big and long and also after a few months he had SO much baby fat

Annabeth learned to talk pretty early and she would babble to herself all the time like she was processing things she saw out loud to try and figure them out

Also her first word was "doggie" and she would have full one sided conversations with the dog as a toddler because she didn't realize it wasn't a human family member yet

im sorry theres not very many maybe I'll have more later 😭 feel free to add

[21st-century-minutiae]

Cookie cutters are novelty objects that are used to slice through cookie dough to produce novelty shapes. However, many varieties of cookies will expand while baking, extruding in all directions and removing the clean lines of the cut. This can be solved by cutting cookies after baking rather than before, but it is more difficult and wasteful to do so.

The above image depicts a cookie cutter in the shape of a gun. The resulting cooking after baking instead looks like male genitalia. The juxtaposition between expectation (the cutter) and result (phallic imagery) is presented without comment as a form of humor. Innocuous depictions of phallic shapes are a common form of visual humor. Actual depictions of phalluses would be considered harassment in most circumstances.

[bigification]

Handlebars

Day 1:

My first day of college was a lot more stressful than I thought it would be. I finally made it to residence last night, which only gave me one night to get settled before classes started. I was nervous to meet my roommate because of all of the horror stories I had heard about them in the past, but it ended up being so much worse than I expected. In my mind, the worst outcome was some lazy douche who never cleaned up after himself. So you can imagine my shock when I knock on the door and a full grown 30 something year old man answers the door.

"Hey, buddy. The names Mike, come on in."

He looked and sounded like a jock in a college movie, but when the actor is actually 30. His voice was deep and buttery, it almost gave me butterflies. I just smiled awkwardly and walked past him through the door.

"I'm Oscar by the way." I introduced myself.

"Cool, I'll just call you Handlebars." He said, without a care in the world.

He sat down on his bed, and that was the extent of our interactions for the day.

Day 7:

It's been a week and all my other worries about roommates came true. Not only is he 15 years older than me, he's a slob. He gets home from the gym drenched in sweat and throws his gym clothes wherever without cleaning them. He doesn't do his dishes, or any chore for that matter. In fact it seems like he intentionally keeps the place dirty after I try to clean it. And whatever musky cologne he wears attacks my nose every time I open the door, it feels like the smell seeps into everything, including my clothes.

The few times that he actually wants a chore to be done, he just asks me to do it, or rather he just tells me to do it. Normally I would be happy to tell him to go fuck himself, but I always find myself doing whatever he asks. I hate it.

"Yo Handlebars, be a doll and clean the dishes for me."

"Yo Handlebars, I ran out of clean gym clothes, mind running em down to the laundry for me."

It's like he's casting a spell whenever he talks.

Day 15:

I've started to settle into routine. The things that used to bother me about Mike seem a bit more trivial now. We've even started to become pretty close. I get enthralled by his conversations about business. He goes on and on about his father's enterprises, and how they'll be his soon.

I even started going to the gym with him lately. He lent me some of his gym clothes, even if they're way too big. It just made me appreciate him more. I never really clocked how jacked he was, sometimes he goes to the gym shirtless and it shows off his massive pecs and thick biceps.

Since joining him, I've noticed my body has improved quite significantly. I used to be skinny and lanky, but there is definition starting to show throughout my body.

Day 30:

Just a month into school and I was already on my way to failing out. I just don't care about it anymore, but Mike gave me a solution. He said I could just switch programs and do business with him, and his dad would even pay for it. How could I pass that up.

Now that I've switched, it's like all stress in my life has disappeared. Business is so easy, and now I have more time with Mike. We usually have a routine of going to the gym after our last class of the day.

"Yo Handlebars, you're lookin strong man. I'd kill to grow as fast as you."

He shouted at me from across the gym, when he caught me staring at myself in the mirror. Butterflies flew through my stomach when he said that. And he wasn't wrong, I've been noticing a lot of changes in my body. My face has matured, my eyebrows are thicker, my nose is bigger, and my jawline is more square. I even have to shave now, when I never had to before college. A five o'clock shadow engulfs my face by the end of the day, especially above my lip. The rest of my body has gotten hairier too, especially around my pecs, arms, and legs. And that's not even mentioning my progress at the gym. I actually look like I belong there, my biceps have a nice roundness to them and my chest actually sticks out from my body. Those gym clothes that Mike gave me look smaller and smaller every day.

Life in the dorms has also been a dream. I've been wearing that cologne that Mike loves, and it's like I unlocked a whole new level of confidence. People seem to love listening to me talk, and people seem to respect me more.

Day 60:

This past month has been the best month of my life. Now that I'm in my mid twenties, I can drink whenever I want. Mike and I go out raves and frat parties basically every night, my body is basically used to every drug at this point. And with Mike's dad paying for college, I literally don't need to show up to lectures and I get straight A's.

"Fuck, bro. I think you're bigger than me Handlebars."

Mike said with a shocked face when we were snapping pics at the gym. We flexed beside each other, and it was obvious. My biceps dwarfed his, and his gym clothes had become really tight on me lately. The shirt was skin tight against my upper body, showing off my juicy pecs and my growing six pack. And the shorts looked like they were about to burst under the pressure of my ass cheeks and thighs, to the point that the outline of my dick was constantly visible.

"Here bro, take this."

Mike handed me a package. It was filled with gym clothes and jocks.

"Just for you Handlebars."

I yanked him in for a bro hug, I could feel myself blushing.

"You got this all for me bro?"

"Fuck yeah, man. You've been grinding it out in the gym, don't think I haven't noticed my clothes straining against those muscles. And you need something to contain that snake in your pants before we get campus security called on us."

Mike chuckled, his laugh was infectious.

Day 100:

I started in the mirror. Sometimes I barely recognize myself. The confident and cocky mask goes away when I'm alone, just leaving the caring gym bro that's on the true inside.

Damn, I think to myself, Mike is making me too sappy. I give myself a cocky smile after shaving my face, leaving me with a thick moustache. I flex, admiring my guns and bouncing my pecs. Man I look good for a man pushing his thirties.

"Fuck, handlebars. Since when were you so hairy?" Mike asked me when I left the bathroom.

"What? Are you jealous I'm manlier than you bro?" I taunted him by opening my button up wider, revealing the thick pelt of hair that covered my body.

"Nah, it's got me feelin something tho." He smirked at me.

"Hah, I fuckin knew it. You want a piece of this." I bounced my pecs.

"Don't make it gay bro, it's not like that. Just a dude admiring another dude." He blushed.

The tension between us had been building for weeks. He would stand too close when spotting me at the gym, and I'd catch him staring at me in the mirror. Not like I haven't been doin it too. We also wear less clothes around the dorm. I still got that jock strap Mike gave me a while back, I'd be lying to myself if I said it fit but I don't care, and it seems like Mike doesn't mind either. And sometimes I wear an open button up just cuz it makes my pecs pop.

Day 120:

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this." Mike whispered in my ear. His breath was heavy as he threw me against the wall. His dick was bouncing with excitement against my ass.

For context, a few hours ago we were at the gym like normal. At this point, we didn't even go to class, it was just gym and parties now. The tension had been growing at the gym forever, sometimes we'd release by foolin around in the showers, but it never went further a quick handjob when no one was lookin. It was different this time, he couldn't keep his hands off me. Broad daylight in a busy gym, his hands would be far down my shorts, teasing.

At first I was dismissive. We already got caught multiple times by campus security, so close to getting kicked out of school. If it wasn't for Mike's dad being a rich alumni, I think both of us would be long gone by now. But he knew how to push my buttons, he always has. I gave in, but had the decency to drag him by the collar to the showers. At least there we could be naked.

Ok, back to the point. I grunted as his thick arms held me in place. Mike had been working extra hard to catch up to me, and it was showin. It turned me on, feelin his muscled forearms against my shoulders. But I wasn't gonna let him win that easily. What Mike seemed to forget was the near decade I spent in the Navy before comin to college.

I whipped around, using the hot water against our skin to slip out from his pin. I pushed his shoulder, sending him tripping over my foot, which I had conveniently placed behind his. I caught him like a damsel in distress, so there was no doubt in his mind who was on top.

Within seconds, it's like my training kicked in and I had him pinned down on his stomach. The bristles of my thick mustache rubbed against the back of his ear as I whispered, "You really thought you could top me?" I asked with a chuckle.

He moaned like a twink when I stuck my cock up his ass. It took a moment for his ass to adjust to takin a beatin rather than dishin one out, but he'll get used to it. The wet fur on my forearm slid across his back as I rode him like a bull. I could almost feel his organs rearrangin to fit my 10 inch rod.

I groaned as I felt months of sexual tension release in seconds, shooting my seed all through Mike's body. He was mine. And by the looks of it, he enjoyed the ride too. A trail of his cum ran from under his pinned body, to the drain in the middle of the showers.

"You're mine."

I whispered in his ear with a shit eatin grin.

"Now clean this mess up before you dare come back to my dorm."

I pushed off his back to get to my feet. I continued rubbing my cock as I walked away, making ropes of cum cover the showers. I walked right out of the showers and into the locker room, making sure to wink at campus security on the way out. Someone always calls them, and we always get away with it Scott free, so I think they gave up. It just feels good to make people know they're beneath you, and to do it while rubbin one out.

I cleaned up and walked alone to my dorm, sat on my couch, and waited for Mike to come back. After a few minutes, he walked in without a word. He walked over to me and laid in my lap as I turned on football. I smelled his hair, making sure he actually cleaned up like I ordered.

"Good boy." I reassured him while massaging his pecs.

Day 150:

I finally moved our stuff out of my shitty dorm. Mikey's father just decided to pay for our diplomas outright, instead of trying to turn all of our F's into A's.

We moved to L.A. and I fuckin love it here. I just walk around in nothin but a jock, and people love me for it. And there are so many entrepreneurs like me, so much money to be made.

Everyone just calls me handlebars, I can't remember the last time anyone called me my name. Now that I think about it, I don't even remember what it was, but who the fuck cares. I'm handlebars, the life of the party and the best fuck in this city.

[teaboot]

While I'm happy that the word "gaslighting" is more known than it used to be, and that people at large are learning to recognize what it looks like, I feel like we need to be careful not to turn it into something soft and casual we throw around off the cuff without meaning.

Being gaslit is psychological abuse that fucks you up very badly, very slowly, at such a gradual pace that you don't usually know it's happening until it's already re-wired your brain.

If you're unfamiliar with the term, "to gaslight" is to intentionally persuade someone that they cannot trust their own perceptions of reality. It's a destabilizing form of manipulation that leaves you constantly anxious, off-balanced, confused, and dependant on others.

This is done by lying about events that have happened or about things that are happening, invalidating feelings and observations, and either denying, refusing to acknowledge, or deflecting away from hard facts.

As someone who has experienced gaslighting as a form of abuse, this is what I remember from when I didn't know anything was off:

"Oh, I must have forgotten what really happened."

"I'm just not seeing it from their point of view."

"Everyone has their ups and downs. This is normal."

"I guess I wasn't thinking about what I was doing."

"I must have been wrong."

This is what I remember from when I first started realizing something was weird:

"How come every time I'm convinced they did something wrong, they just talk to me a few minutes, and I end up asking for their forgiveness? What has me so convinced I was right in the first moment?"

"I should start writing things down when they happen, so I can go back and check later when I'm confused."

"If every relationship like ours (familial, romantic, platonic) works this way, how come I never hear about it, or read about it, or see it anywhere else?"

Getting out and adjusting to the real world is hard, too, and comes with rapid swings of unfounded guilt, shame, fear, anxiety, and self-deprication that are completely unfounded in reality.

You've been conditioned to believe that you are entirely helpless and unable to think for yourself, possibly "crazy" or otherwise fundamentally impaired, and that there is a singular source of guidance that knows exactly what is right, and all of a sudden that pillar of support has vanished.

The immediate "after" that I recall looks like:

Constant uncertainty. Because nobody is there to tell you what's real and what isn't, you approach every situation thinking at it from all angles. Every question has fifty possible answers and most of them are wrong and you don't know which. If you choose wrong, the world will end.

A sense of helplessness. You feel that nothing you do is correct, and it's easier to make no choices at all- or you make wild, reckless, impulsive choices, because you feel you have nothing to lose.

Memory loss. I don't understand this one, but it's not like memoriescare being erased, but more like... you're so used to treating your memories as dreams or imaginations that you reflexively dismiss anything you recall as fake, and you can't believe anything you recall because you don't think it was real. Your abusers voice is in your head, wiping things away and telling you that you did the wrong thing. And you believe them, because they're the only constant you can rely on.

Missing the abuser, or the abusive dynamic. Because you know now that it wasn't healthy, but at least you knew where you stood. As long as you said the right things and acted the right way, agreed and obeyed and did as they expected, you felt like thevworld made sense. Now you have to figure out which parts of you really are broken, and which parts are working fine in a really weird way, and it's like tuning a piano when you've never played one before.

The long term "after"- for which I can only speak for myself- looks like:

Having to double-check, triple-check, and continue checking hard evidence of an event before responding in an active way.

Consulting with trusted friends to verify that your observations are legitimate and that your perceptions are valid. Following up with them to see if someone is really angry at you, or if you're just projecting anger onto them because it's what makes sense to your old pattern.

Obsessive collection of "evidence"- saving pictures, writing detailed journals, making recordings and video, never deleting emails or old texts, because you still don't quite trust yourself all the way and you're afraid that someone will cause you to doubt yourself again.

Continued self-doubt and being "gullible": I have straight up seen people flip me off to my face in front of witnesses and then immediately tell me, "No, I was just waving", and my first instinct is to believe them. For a few seconds, I *really do* believe them. Your brain is so trained to latch onto what people tell you to believe that its really, really hard to hold onto information that you already have.

Learning to take ownership over your own actions. (I didn't mess up because I'm "crazy", I messed up because I'm a person and people do that.)

Instinctively seeking approval. (Takes a lot of work to remind myself that I don't exit to make people happy, and that some people suck ass, and I can tell them to piss off.)

I don't intend to invalidate anyone currently struggling with this- if you feel that something is wrong, it probably is. That's the thought that got me out. Trust that feeling that something isn't right.

I just want people who don't know what to look for to know what gaslighting *actually* looks and feels like, so they don't just roll their eyes and think, "Oh, that word doesnt apply to me- I'm not some snowflake".

('Cause we all saw what happened with "triggered", right?)

[scarletcomalies]

Imagine Natasha, your mom's best friend, who accepted the task of teaching you self-defense classes. However, in just a few sessions, she was also able to tame your arrogant attitude.

Word count: 1,483

Warnings: Theft, mention of knives and guns, brat reader. 18+ content, degrading, restraint, slight bit of dub-con, Nat has a penis, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breeding.

A/N: Not sure how drabbles work, but I was bored at a birthday party, and I felt like writing a little something hehe.

It all started when a thief had taken your handpurse from you and ran away quickly.

You barely felt it being snatched from you, and as you turned around, you realized that the thief was already at a considerable distance, so you opted to simply mutter a curse under your breath and continue on your way.

The thief was going to be disappointed when he sees its contents anyway, and you weren't going to run in heels for lipstick, a crumpled five dollar bill and your student ID.

Although it wasn't a particularly shocking event, your mother, with her tendency toward overprotectiveness, was convinced that this event had irreversibly scarred you. As a result, she decided to ask her best friend, Natasha Romanoff, to teach you self-defense classes.

From the beginning, you made clear your disinterest in attending. You arrived intentionally late for every session, and at the redhead's scoldings, you would simply roll your eyes and dismiss her words with disdain. During training, you often interrupted her instructions with snide remarks, and refused to follow her directions, preferring to improvise moves that lacked technique. There was something magnetic in her determination and in the way her green eyes flashed with frustration that made you purposefully act even more insufferable than usual. You loved to see it.

During lessons, there were times when she would restrain you from behind so that you would repeat the technique she had taught you, and you could feel a bulge in her pants rubbing against your ass. It was such a yearning feeling, that you would pretend to do it all wrong, so that she would make you repeat it, and in that way, prolong the contact.

"Your mom just wants to protect you, you know?" Natasha remarked, once another not-so-successful session was over.

You were so exhausted, you preferred to sit on the floor with your legs crossed rather than even get up to help Natasha put the equipment away.

"Come on," you scoffed from your spot. "The thief barely touched me. He just took my handpurse and left."

"Fortunately," Natasha replied. "Imagine if he'd had a knife, or worse, a gun. Imagine if you had been alone, at night."

She took your silence as if you didn't really care to understand your mother's point of view, but in reality, you were reflecting. She just wanted you to know how to take care of yourself, in case something worse than that happened. And Natasha had been so nice and patient to you.

But before you could respond, she spoke up, "What am I bothering to convince you for? You probably are so selfish, that you'd let someone stab you just to worry your poor mother."

You weren't sure if her words had hurt or offended you, as perhaps you had taken your attitude to such an extreme that you had actually caused her to have a twisted perception of you. It was true that you possessed certain difficult qualities, but you were not evil. Sometimes you simply felt that your mother's overprotection was excessive, and that made you more irritable than usual.

What you said next was the result of not having slept at all the night before, for you had been studying intensely for an exam. Despite all the sleeplessness, you didn't manage to answer it as you expected, leaving many questions blank. All that you had accumulated, added to her hurtful words, led you to say the following...

"And you probably have a tiny dick," you snapped. "And maybe that's why you're bitter and miserable, because no one wants you."

Natasha was silent for a moment, too peacefully that it was scary, but her intense, darkened eyes were the only thing that allowed you to realize that she was indeed impacted by your words.

"Dare to say that again?" She challenged you, the tension in the atmosphere becoming more palpable every second.

"No one wants a woman with a small dick," you crossed your arms over your chest, arching your eyebrow in that defiant manner she was already more than sick of.

Natasha began to laugh, but it wasn't the sarcastic kind of laugh, no, it was one that was beginning to terrify you and hindering your ability to maintain your composure.

Natasha approached you with firm steps, her commanding presence filling the space between you both. She was so close that you could watch her green orbes, deep and piercing, burning with such intensity that you felt that at any moment, she was going to set the whole room on fire.

She simply pulled down her pants and boxers at the same time, at the level of her thighs, and seeing the massive size of her member, made you swallow your words.

"Is this a small dick for you?" She asked, seemingly satisfied at your shocked expression.

And as if the situation wasn't humiliating enough, Natasha used a quick and precise maneuver, where she grabbed your shoulders and, in an instant, had you face down on the floor. She proceeded to restrain your wrists against the small of your back, and by straddling the back of your legs, she prevented any movement from them as well.

"Come on, defend yourself like I taught you," she groaned, pressing you harder against the cold floor.

You tried to free yourself from her grip, but every move you made only brought you more pain, because Natasha, with her keen perception, detected every attempt to escape and prevented it with ease, adjusting her grip to make you feel even more trapped.

The whimpers you emanated were so delightful to her ears, making her cock grow more erect. She didn't know who was suffering the most, whether she for not filling your bratty hole right there, or you, who were being physically and verbally degraded.

"That's what I thought," she chuckled, grabbing the shaft of her cock and smacking it softly against your covered ass.

With one hand, albeit clumsily, she managed to pull down your pants and panties just like she did a few moments ago, and released your wrists so that, with her two hands, she held your waist and positioned you on all fours so firmly that you felt as if you had no control over your own body.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how you pretend to be dumber than you are, just to feel my cock against you," she remarked. Obviously, she was able to understand the workings of incredibly complex, criminal and dangerous minds, how could she not detect yours? A clueless, spoiled, college student. "You probably said that just so you could see it, hm? So desperate for Daddy's cock."

But it was very double standards on her part, calling you desperate when she always ended up in the training facility bathrooms after you left, grunting your name between longing gasps as she pleasured herself.

She ran the tip over your awaiting hole, but as she noticed how it contracted in anticipation, almost imploring to be filled, the last ounce of reason left her body, letting her full length inside you. And better than she had imagined, your warm, wet pussy welcomed her deliciously.

In unison, you let out a prolongued moan of pleasure, both of you mitigating that unspoken desire that had become so unbearable.

Her movements began slow and safe, intending to feel for as long as possible how tight you felt around her, and to hear those low moans you vocalized every time she entered and exited you, complemented by the sloshing sound your hole made in consequence.

But that same action was what provoked her breath to quicken, and along with it, her rythm. Her hips were working overtime to match her cock's desperate needs, but it was impossible when said needs increased every passing second with the way you were whimpering, now high pitched and more frequent.

"Can a small dick fill your hole this good, hm?" She groaned, tilting her head back as she felt her climax approaching.

"No! No!" You cried out, and just like her, you could feel it coming. Your head was growing fuzzy for the pleasure altering every fiber of your being, like the most powerful drug ever made. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I lied! I love your big, fat cock! Please!"

She swore to herself that she was going to be strong and proud enough to stop when you admitted it, having already achieved her goal, but your words made her cum involuntarily erupt inside of you.

That sensation of being completely filled with her seed made your orgasm follow hers a little later, yours and her release leaving her cock shiny and dripping with your mixed juices.

Natasha was aware that even the most intense masturbation would not match how wonderfully your pussy embraced her cock, and how mesmerizing was the sight of your ass bouncing whenever your bodies clashed together.

Imagination was not going to overcome reality, in this case.

So she preferred, just this once, not to be frustrated by her loss of control.

[ivysangel]

notes/cw: suggestive content (no explicit sex), jason intentionally scaring reader/getting off on reader's fear

He knows it's wrong. In the back of his mind, his morality objects to his actions. "Don't do this, Jason." The angel on his shoulder says. "You'll scare her." But wasn't that the point? To scare you a little, to get your heart rate up, to make you fear for your life just a bit. He would never hurt you; he'd never dream of it. There was no world, no universe where he would ever desire to lay a hand on you in a way that wasn't meant to bring you pleasure. And yet here he was, looming over you, head cocked to the side as he watched the soft rise and fall of your chest while you slept. So sweet and unassuming, brows furrowing as you stir in your sleep, perplexed by something only you could see. 

He moves around the bed, heavy boots made silent with years of stealth training. The creak of a single floorboard is loud in the quiet, and he knows he could've avoided it—he does it all the time—but he wants to wake you up; he wants you to see him. Head to toe in tactical gear, leather jacket stretched out over his arms, covered with blood and grime after a long night's work. "You should shower." the angel says. "Leave her alone." But he doesn't want to. Not until he's had his fill of you, your body, and the sweet juice it produces.

He steps on the creaky floorboard again, and your hands find your eyes, rubbing them softly. "Hello," you say, still somewhere in a dream. "Jason?" Your voice is so kind and welcoming, just like it always is, and he questions his own motives. It's still not too late for him to kiss you goodnight, but his pants are getting tight, and his breath is getting ragged. You'll hear it through the metallic rasp of the modulator soon if you don't already.

There's a moment of silence after you fully open your eyes. A moment of registering that something is off; something about Jason is off. You want to ask what's wrong, but your words get lost along the way, the intimidation of his demeanor killing them before they have a chance to get out. You try again, a full sentence forming in your brain, but the only thing that comes out is his name. Shaky and uncertain, laced with concern and confusion. He's quiet, standing still, shrouded in the darkness of the room, and you can see only an outline of his body and the glowing eyes of his mask. 

"Are you scared?" He asks. "You seem scared." The words are gravelly, rolling out of the red helmet with tension behind each one. He takes a step forward and drops a knee onto the bed, which causes it to dip with his weight. "Don't be. I won't hurt you…ever." The rough surface of a gloved hand reaches up to your face, caressing it gently. It's such a normal action for him, so mundane it's almost second nature now, But this is different; there's no love hidden in his touch, no adoration in his body language. Beneath the gentle stroke of his fingers against your skin was a perverted desire to see you fear for your life, to see you shake beneath his touch and beg for mercy. 

He leans in, cold metal grazing against your face, touching it just enough to send a chill down your spine. He takes a deep breath, imagining how you smell, knowing your scent won't penetrate his helmet. Clean comes to mind, the remnants of a shower on your skin, soap lathered all over your body. He likes clean; clean is good, clean is nice. But he prefers sweaty; it means he did a good job. The tightness in his pants becomes unbearable as images of your body covered in sweat come to mind, and he can taste the saltiness of his tongue. He needs to have you in his mouth, to taste you as you plead with him to let you cum. 

Your voice is small when you finally speak again, uneasy and fearful of him so omnipresent in the room. "Do you promise? Not to hurt me, I mean…Do you promise not to hurt me?" You make eye contact with the glowing white lenses of his mask, empty and emotionless, indicative of nothing beyond a bone-chilling cold. A modulated voice speaks through the mask, corrupt with desire. "I told you," He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'd never hurt you."

[kunikuyu]

Until he gets tired.

Heian Era! Ryomen Sukuna x Male! Reader

Warnings: 🕊️ DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. Dom! sukuna, sub! reader. reader is simply crazy. Size kink, cut play, mention of the term 'sex slave', dub-con, sex even when passed out, bulge in the belly, begging, abusive relationship, words written intentionally wrong, sukuna has two dicks, fainting, monster romance (for obvious reasons). DNI MINORS.

Summary: Being Sukuna's partner is something completely insane. Aside from the fact that Sukuna is incapable of loving anyone, he seems to take a twisted pleasure in hurting his partners. Every night, [Name] knows that the next day, he will wake up completely destroyed.

The climate was pleasant. Not too cold, not too hot, a gentle breeze blew through the walls and windows of Sukuna's temple. But what made everything scary and strange were the screams that came from inside.

Today was a special day. [Name] and Sukuna, the king of curses, had completed a hundred years together, as partners. Normally no one would celebrate this, since... Who would want to stand next to Sukuna? No one would be crazy enough to do that.

But, [Name] is.

"Uhm~ 'Kuna..."

The ancient sorcerer purrs. [Name] was sitting in the lap of the curse, skin completely exposed for anyone to see, but protected so no one can touch. And of course no one would touch, who would even dare to come close to the one who is so 'well taken care of' by Ryomen Sukuna. His chest was already completely red and full of small cuts, which were leaking almost invisible drops of blood. He didn't even know how he managed to stay awake anymore, it seemed simply impossible not to pass out there. Not because of the small and insignificant loss of blood, but rather for the pain in his lower parts.

[Name] couldn't move, couldn't even dare breathe wrong, if he didn't want to get slapped in the face. It seemed like an impossible task, and it really was, since Sukuna's dick wasn't just anything, or just an organ. It was big, ridiculously big, it seemed like a joke to imagine that it could fit on someone. So much so that only the cockhead managed to enter the sorcerer's body.

But Sukuna didn't care at all, of course not. He smiled when he saw his flushed face, expressing pain and clearly distorted pleasure. And instead of helping, he only makes the situation worse, squeezing hard around [Name]'s entire length so that he's unable to cum. This felt more like a punishment than a reward for staying by his side for so long.

"Such a dirty little whore... Are you that used to it? Don't you even scream in desperation for me to get out of you? I don't know if I find this interesting or pathetic." He says, with his typical arrogant and self-centered tone.

Deciding that he would take things more seriously, the King of Curses pulls [Name]'s hands close enough to him, so that the younger man is completely lying on top of Sukuna, being the perfect target for the all-out aggression the older man has in mind. He liked seeing his partner like this, but he much preferred seeing him screaming and crying because he couldn't handle his dick.

[Name] lets out a howl of pain as his severed chest is thrown hard against Sukuna's chest. It was like a thousand needles going into his skin because of the small cuts located in the area, but he still managed to find pleasure in the pain.

"Sukuna...! That hurts...!"

"I know."

Suddenly, agonizing screams of pain can be heard from far away. The screams were definitely from [Name], who was now being fucked mercilessly. He drooled against the other man's shoulder while still going through the trouble of jerking off his other cock. It was always so painful, the older man's balls aggressively slapped his ass, while his dick reached the deepest layer of his body, crushing his prostate with ease.

"Stop, please!~ Sho painf- ah!"

He doesn't even have time to complain before another of Sukuna's tricks is revealed. The two bodies completely glued together served so that the mouth on the monster-man's stomach could willingly take in [Name]'s red and swollen cock. He doesn't even know what to feel. It hurts, but he's about to cum!

And...

...To faint...

This lasts all night, and several times, [Name] even faints. It didn't end until Sukuna got tired, and he could never easily get tired of his beloved sex slave. When [Name] wakes up in the morning, a small pool of blood was formed on his bed, and next to the bed, a calm and silent Sukuna was cleaning his own body, which was dirty with fluids from both of them. When looking at his body, the sorcerer realizes that his chest was no longer the only thing that was bleeding, but his entire body. His belly was even full, certainly from Sukuna's loads of cum, which were clearly not few. He can barely stay awake for long before passing out again from exhaustion and blood loss.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 27: afternoon stroll

Masterlist flufftober 🎃

Warnings: moral dilemmas, age gap (r is 25 and Spencer is 40) a cocktail of feelings, relationship between ex-teacher and ex-student, and I think that's it!

Going grocery shopping was one of the most ordinary things you could do. There wasn’t much to it, so it wasn’t exactly an activity that brought you much excitement.

However, that day, it wasn't just a routine. You knew it when, at the end of the line in one of the checkout lanes, you recognized a tall man in a suit. It had been three years since you last saw your professor, and, to be honest, just the sight of him made your heart race just like it used to. I'd dare to say it was even more intense now.

You tried to keep your composure, and for a second, you wondered what you should do. You glanced down at yourself, grateful you’d decided to wear something decent that day: straight-cut black pants, a long-sleeved, lightweight white shirt over a black bra, intentionally chosen to show through a bit.

You hesitated, wondering if you should walk up and get in the same line he was in, or maybe choose the one next to his just to wave hello, or if it would be inappropriate to go up and hug him, or if…

Oh, no. He’d seen you. You couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement at the way his face lit up when he saw you or at the smile that spread across his lips, but there it was. He was just as handsome as before, maybe even more with the passing years. He looked gorgeous.

"Hey! It’s been so long!"

Your feet practically moved on their own toward him, still reeling from the whirlwind of feelings and passions you’d once harbored for your professor. You knew it was wrong, ethically and morally inappropriate, but you couldn’t help feeling what you felt.

"It really has been, Professor," you managed to respond.

You moved as if to initiate a hug, which he returned without hesitation, holding you around your waist with his free hand and pressing a gentlemanly kiss to your cheek. You felt like you could die from how red your face must’ve been.

"Please, don’t call me 'Professor.' It feels strange now," he smiled, amused. "I’m just Spencer."

"Alright then, Pro– Spencer," you corrected yourself. You savored his name on your lips and realized it felt just right.

"So, what have you been up to? Come, I’ll let you take my place in line," he offered.

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I’ll just get in line behind you.”

“I insist,” he said cordially. You could never say no to him; you never could.

You ended up giving in, feeling oddly cared for when he offered to help with what you were carrying. He was still every bit the gentleman, the kind you rarely encountered anymore.

“I’ve been well,” you replied, remembering he’d asked you a question. You were standing completely in front of him, not wanting to miss a second of looking at him. “I’m working at an accounting firm now. It’s not my dream job, but at least it’s stable and pays the bills. What about you? Are you still teaching, or did you go back to the Behavioral Analysis Unit?”

“I went back to the unit,” he said, in that gentle voice you’d always adored hearing. “But I retired just a month ago.”

“Why?”

“A lot of things happened, and… I don’t know. I just felt it was time to take a break. They said the doors are always open for me, but I’m trying to live as peacefully as I can.”

“Well, that makes sense,” you encouraged him. “I’m glad to hear that; your health is the most important thing.”

There was something in Spencer’s expression you couldn’t quite read. Maybe it was just your love-struck mind imagining that he was looking at you with a mix of nostalgia, affection, and pride. His brown eyes shone in the sunlight, and it was enough to make you feel dizzy.

"Yes, but honestly, I’ve started feeling a bit restless with the inactivity. Next month, I might either pursue another PhD or find a job in my field that’s less demanding."

"Sometimes I forget you’re a genius," you murmured without thinking, your voice laced with pure admiration. "It’s so normal for you to take on a PhD as a hobby."

"Knowledge always opens doors. The more you know, the closer you get to finding the truth of who you are."

For a moment, you felt like you were back in one of his lectures and smiled shyly. He was such a mature man, with such a wealth of wisdom, that you could listen to him talk for hours about anything and never get bored.

Your gaze stayed locked on his for a few seconds, almost hypnotized, until the cashier called your attention to start ringing up your items.

Spencer studied your purchases carefully: a loaf of bread, a pack of cranberries, yogurt, some shampoo, and men’s deodorant. He thought about that last product. He had no doubt a woman could use such things, but it didn’t quite seem like your style. You smelled like something he identified as peonies and roses, so it didn’t make sense for you to choose a pine-scented deodorant.

It must be for a man. A man you were in a relationship with.

You paid. Then it was Spencer’s turn: a bag of coffee, honey, a package of walnuts, almonds, and dried fruit, a few pens, a notebook on sale, a jar of pain relievers, and a bottle of vitamins. Finally, there was a package of diapers for a newborn and a bib with the phrase: Snack now, think later.

Just as he had done with you, you analyzed the items, and, of course, that last one caught your attention.

He wasn’t buying those baby items just for fun, was he?

Your heart sank a bit as you understood what it implied: he’d just become a father.

“Thank you, miss. Have a nice day,” Spencer said, as polite as ever.

You stayed out of courtesy, watching him put his items in a plastic bag. Then he started to walk, and you followed.

"I guess this is where we say goodbye, huh?" you said. You didn’t want to sound hurt, but it came through. “It was nice seeing you, Spencer.”

"Do you want me to walk you home?"

That question left you in a dilemma. You looked at his left hand for a wedding ring, but there wasn’t one. The thought that your professor, whom you admired so much and had fallen in love with, might be the kind of man who took off his wedding ring to seduce young women disgusted you.

The sound of a phone interrupted the moment; it was his ringing.

“Hello?” he murmured. You hadn’t said goodbye, so you stayed in place. “I got Pampers, yes. I read that’s the best brand for newborns; they’re super absorbent and have a wetness indicator. And I found a really cute bib. Uh-huh, I’ll be there soon. Did you invite everyone? Great, I can’t wait to see them. See you, take care.”

Hearing his warm, affectionate tone made you feel envious; you wished you were the woman on the other end of the line.

“Your wife?” you asked.

“Wife? No, not at all,” he shook his head, almost offended. “That was my former unit chief; she just had a baby, and we agreed to meet up today with some friends.”

“Oh! For a… for a moment, I thought that was for your baby.”

“No,” he chuckled softly. “I haven’t had that good fortune yet.”

You’d never really wanted children, but at that moment, your insides turned completely at just the thought of him speaking to you with the same warmth he had with his coworker.

“Do you really need to hurry to that get-together? I mean, if you’re still planning to walk me home?”

“Not at all.”

“I take the metro from Station 17 to get there.”

“That’s funny! I’m going to the same station. We could walk there together and then go our separate ways.”

You eagerly agreed to the idea, and the two of you left the store. In the first block, you talked about general things. He noticed you’d dyed your hair, and you complimented his, which looked really good.

The tension between you two was palpable, and all you wanted to do was let out the feelings you’d kept hidden all this time. At first, you’d thought it was just a silly crush, mere admiration. But as time went on, it became harder to deny the obvious. You wanted to be his favorite; you wanted him to focus on you, so you’d done everything to be his best student.

Five years after meeting him, you knew for sure that what you felt was love. He was a bright light, and you were just a moth, desperate to get closer.

"It feels like it was just yesterday when I was running around campus, worried about exams, essays… but I never forgot your classes. You were always a different kind of professor. You didn’t just care about us understanding the material; you cared about how we thought. I’d never felt so listened to," you whispered, watching the leaves fall from the now-orange trees.

You were walking through an incredibly quiet neighborhood; it was almost just you and him.

"Well, you were a brilliant student. You always asked questions that made me think, and that doesn’t happen often."

Oh, that validation. It felt like an elixir running through your veins.

“Was it just my imagination, or was I your favorite student?”

“It wouldn’t be ethical to say.”

“I’m not your student anymore, so you can be completely honest with me.”

Spencer shifted slightly, as if mulling over your words. You were right; you weren’t his student anymore, and he needed to stop seeing you as such.

“I wouldn’t say there was favoritism, but I particularly enjoyed working with you. You were very dedicated, your work was always flawless, and you always asked how you could improve. I think it was just that you were the kind of student every professor dreams of having.”

“Oh, Doctor Reid, I’m blushing,” you joked, though you couldn’t help the flirty tone that slipped in. “Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d met under different circumstances. If I hadn’t been in college, as your student.”

It was a subtle but significant statement.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s just… you’re such an interesting person, and sometimes I wish I’d met you in a less formal setting. Maybe we could’ve been friends.”

Spencer looked at you for a moment, as if weighing your words. His lips curved into a faint smile before his gaze turned more serious, as if allowing himself to be vulnerable, if only for a second.

“You know, I’m not sure we could’ve been just friends,” he confessed, his voice soft, almost a whisper that the wind could’ve carried away at any moment. “You were always more than just an outstanding student. You made me question things I thought I had all figured out.”

Your heart skipped a beat at those words. It was like he was finally opening that door both of you had kept closed for so long. The world around you seemed to fall silent, wrapping you in a bubble where only your gazes and the sound of your shallow breaths existed.

"Really?" you smiled, trying not to let on just how deeply his words affected you. “I always thought I was just another student to you, but… you always felt like someone special to me. Like… like everything I did only made sense because you were there, listening.”

Spencer laughed softly, a laugh that almost sounded nervous, as if he himself were processing his feelings.

"Maybe you see me as someone who has all the answers, but if you knew how many times I tried to avoid… what I was feeling."

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, as if afraid to expose too much. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest, and everything around you spun.

“Sometimes I wondered if I was just imagining it.”

“No, you weren’t imagining it. It wasn’t easy for me. I knew I was crossing an emotional boundary, even though I never let it go further. There was an attraction, of course. But it was my responsibility to stay professional. I couldn’t fail you in that.”

The tension between you grew with every step you took. The street seemed to stretch endlessly as both of you searched for the right words to express what you really felt. Minutes passed, but the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, each second you shared without speaking seemed to fill the air with emotions that didn’t need explaining. And yet, deep down, you knew that time was running out. In the distance, you could already see the entrance to the metro station.

“You know, I never thought seeing you again after so long would affect me this much,” you said finally, not daring to look at him, as if admitting it in a low voice made you feel safer. He watched you with a mixture of tenderness and uncertainty.

“To be honest, I didn’t think I’d feel this way, either. I’d convinced myself that… that what I felt was simply admiration.”

His words made you stop, looking into his eyes with a surprised expression. It was a gesture that denoted an unusual transparency in him, as if he felt more vulnerable than he was willing to admit.

“Admiration?” you smiled, though you felt a pressure in your chest you could hardly bear. “And now? What do you feel now, Spencer?”

Spencer. He was no longer your professor; he was simply Spencer.

He lowered his gaze, searching for words he’d likely been repressing for years. The sound of his unsteady breathing was all you heard before he spoke again, in a voice low but clear.

“What I feel now… I don’t think there’s an easy word for it. But it’s something I thought I’d never have to confront.”

You were taken aback by that confession, but it filled you with such a wave of relief that it almost made you dizzy. You felt vulnerable, exposed, but also free. You decided it was time to stop measuring your words, to stop being afraid.

“Spencer, I… I fell in love with you when I was still in college. I always told myself it was just a crush, that it would pass. But I carried you in my mind, in my memories. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I graduated. And now I can’t deny that, even after all these years, I still love you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if processing everything you had just said. When he looked at you again, his eyes were like a deep ocean of emotions, and you couldn’t help but feel as if the entire world had stopped around you.

“What about your boyfriend?”

You didn’t want to ask how he’d picked up on that. But in the end, denying it would’ve been useless.

“My life hasn’t turned out the way I expected. I’m in a relationship that doesn’t fulfill me, and when I compare it to what I felt with you, even though nothing happened, I realize how empty it feels now. It’s like… I don’t know, like I’m just settling.”

You were still standing on the sidewalk. The wind brushed softly against your ears.

“It’s hard when you realize what you have isn’t what you thought it would be. Comfort isn’t enough; you want something deeper, something meaningful. And sometimes, I feel just as lost. My career has been my life for so long that, even though I’m successful, there are moments when I wonder if I’ve missed out on something important. Something I may never have. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s too late.”

You felt like you were going to throw up. All you wanted was for it to end, for him to lean in and kiss you.

You took a step forward.

“There’s nothing between us now. I’m no longer your student.”

"I’ve thought about that. But it wasn’t just the fact that you were my student. The age gap also complicated things. I mean, I’m fifteen years older than you. I couldn’t ignore how inappropriate that would’ve been."

“Fifteen years… yeah, that’s quite a bit. But I don’t think that would’ve mattered so much if we hadn’t been in the situation we were in.”

“It’s not just that, sweetheart,” sweetheart. “You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you, full of possibilities. I couldn’t allow myself… to interfere with that. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“You’re talking as if you’re condemning me to a life sentence. And it’s not like that.”

Spencer took a deep breath, holding eye contact for a moment before speaking honestly.

“Still, the age difference will always be there.”

“What are you worried about? What people might think?”

“It’s not just that, but how it would affect you in the long term. A fifteen-year age gap can be a chasm.”

“Maybe. But connections don’t always follow set rules. What I felt then was real. What I feel now is real, too. And I don’t think age changes that.”

Were you seriously confessing your love to this man on that street? After seeing him again for less than an hour? Were you really that desperate for him?

In theory, he had already confessed to you. And that was only proof of how much you both had longed for each other, despite the years that had passed.

In a bold move, you took another step toward him. Your hands reached up to his cheeks, and he felt like he was out of breath.

“You’re an extraordinary man, Spencer. You’re gentle, intelligent, you’re a gentleman, you’re… you’re like a dream. And any woman would be lucky to have you. But if you don’t want me to be that woman, I respect that.”

“Don’t do that,” he groaned. Your fingers felt like fire burning his skin. “Don’t make me say something that isn’t true.”

“Sometimes you meet the right person at the wrong time. You want that family, you want to experience everything you missed out on. I want security, attention… I want you.”

He closed his eyes, defeated. A storm of emotions swirled within him.

“We need to take this slow; it’s… it’s a lot to process.”

You nodded and stepped back. For a moment, he thought he’d made a mistake, especially when he was met with the coldness of his skin now that you weren’t touching him. But a second later, you handed him your phone.

“Give me your number. After we’ve both had time to think about this, you’ll call me, and we’ll go out to dinner. If you’re not sure, we’ll just go our separate ways. If you are… we’ll decide what to do.”

It wasn’t a suggestion; it was a command. There was no room for argument.

He typed in the digits, almost trembling with nerves, and felt ridiculous for showing himself so vulnerable in front of you. But you were breaking down every ethical boundary he believed he had; dating a former student… what kind of person did that make him?

However, as he returned your phone and looked at you, he realized that you were no longer a child. He was not taking advantage of you at all; you were an adult capable of making your own decisions. And you were choosing him. Above everyone else, he was the one you wanted.

You called, and Reid's barely modern phone vibrated in his pocket, signaling that he now had your number too. Spencer watched you with a mix of nostalgia and resolve, as if this were the last second before the world began to spin again and forced them back into their lives.

Finally, he sighed, lowering his gaze slightly, as if he wanted to hide a vulnerability he rarely showed.

"I don’t want to hurt you," he said quietly, with a sincerity that broke your heart. "I don’t know if it’s fair that, after so long, we reopen this door just to risk things not working out."

"We’ll never know if we don’t try," you whispered, trying to stay calm.

He nodded slowly, processing your words, and then, very slowly, took a step toward you, getting close enough for the murmur of his voice to be almost a whisper next to your ear.

"Okay," was all he managed to say. His eyes reflected the same longing and uncertainty that you felt inside.

You walked in silence to the station, and once there, there was no verbal goodbye. You simply moved closer to him, wrapped him in a hug, and he responded with a deep kiss on the cheek.

He went to the right. You went to the left.

Once you were seated on the subway, you felt your phone vibrate with a message.

Hi. I’m Spencer. Please keep in touch. I don’t want to miss you.

And all the way home, you smiled.

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

So Pretty | Bang Chan

Summary: you give Channie the love he deserves

Notes: Channie's recent live has given me sad hours and I want you all to imagine what it would be like if bang chan could receive the love and affection he absolutely needs and deserves

Warnings: none, other than the fact it's too short:(

"You are so pretty," you coo to your lover. You adjusted your position on the couch so you could lean over, cupping his cheeks between your palms and squishing them together gently.

Chan's eyelashes fluttered closed as your lips pressed soft kisses to the eyelids. "You're the beautiful one in this relationship," he mumbles.

"Hmm, while I can certainly take a compliment, you also have to learn to accept my opinion. And that is: you are the most beautiful person to ever exist."

Chan giggles at your confession, finding the embarrassment to be too overwhelming. "What are you even saying?"

He opened his doe eyes to look at you, a little sparkle flaring in them as he caught the genuine love in your eyes. You smiled sweetly, placing another peck to his face. "As you know, I'm never wrong. So I couldn't possibly be wrong about this either."

Your lover couldn't fight you anymore. He knew better than to let the moment get pushed into a deeper conversation, potentially ruining the happy mood you intentionally set for him. Instead, he watched you carefully tuck tendrils of his hair away, enjoying the way you looked at him. Your smile always made his heart light up like the starry sky.

Chan dipped his hands down to grip your waist, tugging you into his lap to hold you properly. He watched you adjust comfortably, thighs on both of his hips. He rested his hands on yours before leaning down to lay his head on you shoulder.

"Tell me I'm pretty again," he mutters quietly, eyes closing to peacefully listen to your voice.

You play with the strands of his hair softly. "You're so pretty," you whisper, humming afterwards. "So, so pretty. I could stare at you all day long. The many different shades of brown your eyes can have when they glisten in the sun. The shape of your eyebrows," you paused your words as you thought about it.

Chan let out a short laugh. "My eyebrows?"

You nod. "Yes. Your right eyebrow sticks straight up after a really good nap! But the minute I go to smooth it out, it stands right back up. And yet, it's such a handsome feature. Because it's you all natural."

Chan hums softly, truly listening and hanging onto your every word. He never thought he could hear someone compliment him and accept it. Chan found himself compelled to believe your words, despite his own internal differences.

"I love your lips, and how you've learned to tilt your head for cute pictures because your smile curls more to one side. It just fills my heart with butterflies seeing you smiling so prettily for me. I love your curly hair the most out of all the styles, no matter how unruly it may get. The soft way it lays on the top but goes crazy on the sides, practically begging for me to play with it!"

The laughter bubbling between the two of you forced him to pull away. Chan looks into your eyes to ground himself again, his lips curling into that smile you loved. "You are so charming with words."

"I wasn't done-"

"It's fine!" He cuts off quickly, hand covering your mouth. "I'm fine. I love you, and I appreciate your words. I appreciate you."

"But?" You press, finding a mischievous glint behind his eyes as you remove his hand.

"But....I need a shower. My hair needs to be washed, actually."

"Curly Chan?!" You gasped.

He nods. "Curly Chan. Please order some food because we are about to have a long night in." With a wink, your lover set you back onto the couch and ran for your shared bedroom, swiftly closing the door behind him.

[risuola]

HEADACHE — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN ft. Yuji Itadori

Your head has been killing you all day but you tried to play it off as nothing to not worry your boyfriend, but he noticed and didwhat he could to ease your suffering.

cw: fluff, Itadori is 18 and is a vessel for Sukuna, reader is in pain (duh), things like SA and su1cide are mentioned (nothing discriptive though), there is like, one slightly suggestive joke I guess? it's fluff, let me remind you! — 1,7k words

a/n: yet another fluffed out piece of writing for the king, because I love him struggling to keep his authority, alright? there are also so many fics where Sukuna is just purely violent that I feel like him being everything but violent is very much in demand and I love him more gentle 🖤 i also often get headaches like the one described so it was my inspo, kinda.

It hurt. Your head had been killing you since this morning and slowly it was getting to the point where you couldn't even move. It felt like a storm had been raging inside your skull for hours, you couldn't think, couldn't eat, couldn't concentrate on anything all day, and three painkillers didn't help at all. Your vision was blurry, your balance was off, everything seemed too loud, too close, too bright, too intense. You wanted to scream, you cried, and even begged whatever there is in the universe to just take this pain away.

"I can't," you whispered, crying quietly into your pillow as night fell. "I can't, I can't..." You tried not to wake Yuji, you even acted like it hurt less than it really did, just so he wouldn't worry, but now you couldn't hold it anymore. Your hands were shaking, your vision went black, and you wanted to die.

You got up, quietly and carefully, and slowly padded to the bathroom, feeling your way through the walls because your vision wasn't reliable anymore, and you put your head under the ice-cold water. Unpleasant shivers ran down your spine, your breath came short, but you stayed there, begging the university to ease the agony. And it did, for a moment. It all came back when you threw a towel over your head, unable to withstand the cold anymore. There was no point, you were dying, there was no other way.

Defeated, you dried your hair as best you could and went back to bed, where the moment you laid down, Yuji's arm found its place over your middle. He was still asleep, thankfully, and you pushed a pillow over your face and dived into the darkness.

"Is this suicide?", a voice that you only hoped was the creation of your mind reached your ears and you ignored it for the time being. Yuji was sleeping, he didn't move his hand from over your belly, he couldn't... "It's unwise to ignore me."

"Please, I can't do this now..." you whispered and took the pillows away. It was wet with tears, and so was your face when you looked at him. It was Sukuna, but it seemed like he had very little control over Itadori's body. Or maybe he intentionally kept you close to him so that you would die of a heart attack, but the sudden rush of blood that made your heart pump much faster than usual only made you feel worse.

"You can't do what?"

"Why are you here?" you asked, wiping your face.

"I love watching people suffer, and you seem to be just the kind of show I'd enjoy."

"Of course you do..."

"What is the source of your pain?"

"My head hurts. So fucking bad."

"Poor little human," he chuckled, lifting his head and resting it on his hand for a better view. In any other situation you would have pushed him away, tried to distance yourself, but now you had no power to fight back, so you stayed where you were, in the emotionless embrace of a curse that lives inside your boyfriend.

"If you stepped out to enjoy my pain, please go fuck yourself. Not the best timing, curse."

"How rude," he chuckled, "as if you were in a position to speak to me like that. I can slice you to ribbons before that brat even thinks of taking control back. Oh, imagine how devastated he would be to wake up to the bloody mess of his little girlfriend."

"Oh, sure. How creative, threatening me with death, very original. Perhaps you should surprise me and use your little hocus pocus to ease the pain I feel instead of scaring me."

"You want me, the King of Curses, to heal a human?"

"Kindness would be a good look on you."

"Oh, you're so desperate," he laughed and you covered your eyes with your forearm, already tired of his shit. The silence hurt you, not to mention his amused tone.

"Get lost, Sukuna," you muttered. "If you're not going to help, then stay quiet."

"And who are you to order me around?" his long fingers clawed at your chin, forcing your head in his direction, and you lowered your arm to look at him. Red eyes almost glowed in the darkness of the night, but he looked calm. "Hmm? Little human, have you forgotten where your place is?"

"I know where my place is, but you're in my bed now, so the only rules that apply here are mine."

"What a mouth," he chuckled again. "I can make this headache worse, you know."

"By annoying me to death? You're doing great at that."

It really wasn't wise to push Sukuna's buttons like that, your luck was definitely going to run out sooner or later, and even if you thought you wanted to die because of the headache, that wasn't really what you wished for.

"Sukuna, please, don't be a dick, help a human out."

"Oh, but watching you in pain is so much more entertaining."

"Have you ever tried to be nice, or is the concept foreign?"

"Being nice doesn't hold any power."

"Oh, but it does. When people truly respect you, not because they're scared, that's a different kind of power. And you like power, right?"

"I'm the strongest, I don't care what maggots think of me as long as they kneel in fear."

"If those people are maggots, doesn't that make you like a maggot king or something?"

"Oh, you're pushing your luck."

"Sure, whatever," you smack his hand away from your face and put the pillow back over it. If he's not going to be helpful, what was the point of paying attention to him? Just because he wants it doesn't mean he has to get it.

"And now you plan to ignore me?"

With no answer, you just pressed the plush item harder to your face, hoping that the pressure would soothe you even a little, but no luck.

Sukuna achieved his goal of making your heart beat even faster when he suddenly climbed on top of you, pinning you under his body and throwing the pillow away. Both of your hands he pressed to the bed with only one of his own, and you looked at him with a combination of surprise, confusion, and a glimmer of fear. This was not an ideal situation in any universe.

"What now?"

"Oh, don't be so scared, you wanted me to help you, right?"

"I fail to notice where the helping part is..."

"You humans fail to notice a lot of things."

Ryomen continued to touch you, but his touch felt anything but intimate. It burned, it felt targeted when his palm brushed against your knees or your inner thigh. Wherever he pressed, you felt some pain.

"What on earth are you doin-"

"I advise you to shut up before I change my mind."

And so you did, still unsure of what was happening. Why was this man touching your skin when you could have sworn, he wasn't interested in any kind of human physical touch. He was toying with you, enjoying the way your heart was racing in your chest, how you struggled to free your hands from his relentless grasp, and how you tried so hard to stay calm when he knew your mind was racing 180 miles per hour and off the cliff.

"Such a simple human," he mocked, his fingers brushing way too close to your underwear to go unnoticed, and your hips bucked up to create just a little more distance. This had to be another kind of torture and he was having fun making you so pliable. His eyes never left your face and you struggled to maintain eye contact. "What if I opened a mouth on the palm of my hand right now?" he teased, and you didn't get the subtext at first, but once you did, the vision struck you in a way it shouldn't have.

"Christ, you're more perverted than I suspected a curse would be," you muttered, turning your head to the side, creating an opening for him to kiss the tear off your cheek.

"You don't know much about curses, sweetheart," he laughed directly into your ear, brushing it with his lips as he moved his hand higher, sliding it under your blouse to your hip. "There are some mindless curses out there that only focus on sexually abusing their victims." This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. But his tone didn’t change, he was amused more than anything. "But I'm not a simple, horny curse, don't be so afraid. I'm the king."

"For a king, you do kinda often need to remind people about it..." you muttered, breathing in and out, focusing on this simple thing to avoid turning into a mess.

"Remember my advice?"

"Yup."

You closed your mouth and a wave of pulsating pain washed over your whole body again, radiating from your head as if a bomb had just exploded here. You closed your eyes tightly, tears once again threatening to flow from under your squeezed eyelashes. It hurt so much that you couldn't think straight, everything was blurry and you had trouble even recognizing the man above you. You wanted to pull your hands out of his hold, to put them on your temples, to do anything to ease the throbbing ache, but he wouldn't let you.

His hand pressed against your forehead. A moment later, the grip on your wrists loosened and the man rolled off you, taking a place beside you and pulling you into his chest. When you opened your eyes, no sign of black marks met your sight.

"Did he help you?" Yuji asked, his voice soft and cooing, but with worry clearly intertwined with his words. "Does it still hurt?"

"Huh?"

"Your head, does it hurt?"

"No... You asked him for it?"

"Yeah... I noticed you were in pain today, but you tried to play it off as nothing. And you didn't sleep and cried and I saw how many pills you took and still hurt," he spoke so softly, kissing your head tenderly and caressing your back with care and affection. "I'm sorry, I guess he had to scare you a little because, you know... ego."

"Thank you, baby," you pressed your lips to his chest, nuzzling into him even more.

"Oh, don't be, you know I'd do anything for you."

Next day you noticed that every bruise you had on your body wasn’t there anymore. Every hurt you earned through your every day clumsiness and trainings disappeared.

So that’s why Sukuna was touching you.

[astaroth1357]

Oh God, What Have We Done??: Father!Solomon Headcanons

You know what? I'm a Solomon love-hater but I'll go to bat for him too. You could pick worse.

Contents: Unhinged Ms. Frizzle-style parenting, the horrors of human biology, possible pregnancy implications, fluff

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So. I can see this happening intentionally. Solomon craves a happy family, so I absolutely see the thought of rasing a kid with MC coming up once or twice.

That said, I think zero planning actually went into making it happen. This is a spur-of-the-moment decision made by two lovesick dolts. Not a damn thought was spared for the consequences, and it shows.

For starters, MC and Solomon both agreed to raise a child together while they were in the human world and told NOBODY ELSE. So from the outside looking in, they just left the Devildom for “training purposes” and returned with a random infant!

No call ahead. No fanfare. They both stepped out of the portal with a flying stroller and bottomless diaper bag, grinning from ear to ear like it all was just souvenirs from Disney World!

Naturally, all hell broke loose. The brothers were collectively hyperventilating, Simeon almost fainted, and Diavolo noticed that Barbatos wasn't moving or blinking, so the Little Ds had to carry him away like a malfunctioning android...

Does Solomon having a kid make him a grandfather…? He is not ready to ponder that thought. No one is.

Despite Mammon and Belphegor’s insistence they had to “Put it back!” after MC made it clear that raising a baby was what they wanted and that Solomon was there to stay, the brothers made peace with it… to varying degrees.

Asmo was the only one thrilled that his favorite humans now have an even cuter mini-human to take around because he'd get to try his hand at baby fashion design! The least happy was probably Belphegor because a baby means that MC is going to be way too busy to nap now. Plus, he had to deal with a lot more Solomon in his life, which very few people ever ask for...

The crew's reaction to the baby's development is actually pretty funny to see. Humans age much, much faster than their supernatural counterparts so, from their perspective, the new baby is growing at lightning speed!

Mammon was with them when they were teaching the baby to crawl and he started freaking out because, “How’re they movin' already!?” The first day their child came running, physically running, into the HoL without any help actually made Levi scream in fright.

The House had a complete meltdown when Beel was watching the child one day and they lost a tooth while eating some hard candy. They all thought that MC and Solomon were going to burn the place down, so imagine their surprise when the overjoyed parents kept congratulating their kid for losing a baby tooth...

And don't get any of them started on the growth spurts...

The one to take to the kid the most as they grew was, funnily enough, Lucifer. Most likely because their various milestones reminded him of when his brothers were doing the same things.

The child is more than happy to tell “Uncle Luci” anything, which he acts like he only tolerates, but in reality he loves being their favorite brother.

Barbatos is EXTREMELY protective of them. Nearly as protective as he is with Diavolo.

Their kid, of course, has no clue. He's just nice Uncle Barbie (he refused to be called Grandpa) who makes them sweets and watches over them in the Castle. But anyone who get too close while they're playing gets a stare down worse than all of Cerberus’ heads combined...

Mammon swore in front of them once and Barbatos strung him up so tightly that even Lucifer thought it was overkill.

Luke seems to enjoy having a baby sibling of sorts to look after, but he is going to be so upset when they get taller than him in the blink of an eye. He’s going to be their guardian angel for sure, btw.

As a father, Solomon is… spirited. Anyone can see that he’s ecstatic to be a parent, it’s just…

Well, years of isolation on top of being a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy may not have made him the most “in touch” with children these days, you know? MC has absolutely come home to find Solomon has propped up their 6-month-old with a stack of books to start teach them how to play chess.

Daddy-Baby adventure always end in spectacular fashion. Solomon is a very “hands-on science teacher” kind of guy with unwavering confidence in his abilities to keep his child safe. This, to be fair, isn’t unwarranted, however...

Does that mean you should make a plans to take your child to forbidden places for some sightseeing? Or let your child touch, paw at, and gnaw on any magic item that suits their fancy in the name of a making a new teaching experience...? Probably not, but it’s also how he learned so…

It must be assumed that whatever kid these two have, biological or not, will be a magic powerhouse of destructive proportions. All that training from Solomon himself since infancy? They'll have a wand in their hand before they can even work a fork!

I like to imagine that Solomon's kid would have a very, very hard time controlling their magic and it would get uncontrollable at times. Like, a sneeze could knock over a bookshelf or getting angry makes things go flying. But Solomon would never ever scold them for it like it’s they're fault.

He'd never make them feel the same isolation and shame that he did at their age.

It would be very, very sweet. But it also means that MC could come home to a flooded house and, instead of cleaning out the water, Solomon would teaching their child how to snorkel in the living room.

Pure chaos, but MC could never find a prouder father. Solomon would devote his entire being to giving their child all of the love and happiness they deserve. Their kid almost never sees him without a grin on his face, just ready to just wrap them a bear hug for no reason.

On quiet nights, he'd cradle them or rock them to sleep while holding back tears. MC has found him over their crib like he’s still trying to convince himself that they're real, that he's gotten this lucky.

He's not a conventional father. Hell, he's not a conventional human either. But he’s grateful for day he gets to be a parent... Every. Single. One.

[g1rld1ary]

chilli margaritas - spencer reid x bartender!reader

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wc: 852

cw: alcohol, one kinda rude man

you didn't expect to see reid back at the bar so soon. granted it wasn't the next time you saw the bau, but it was close. it must've been a long case since the team were all looking worse for wear, but you imagined they'd caught whoever they were hunting since they were in good enough spirits.

derek got the first round, as was tradition, but you counted more bau members than drinks ordered. you didn't even get to ask, morgan explaining preemptively.

"pretty boy says he wants another drink recommendation," he said with a smile, "i think he just likes you."

"tell him he's welcome over any time, i think he's cute." it was bold, even for you, but doctor spencer reid was fascinating and you really wanted to talk to him more. derek made a face that you hoped meant he was impressed with your forwardness and headed back to his table with the beers.

later in the night, spencer was finally back. you'd been completely in the zone for a while, giving drinks and taking payments as if you didn't even need to think about it. you did, however, almost spill some man's drink all over you when you caught sight of reid standing awkwardly at the bar, watching you work. you all but threw the drink at whoever had ordered it, racing over to where the special agent stood.

"hey," you tried to sound smooth, "back so soon?" spencer smiled softly, endearingly uncomfortable.

"last time wasn't as bad as i anticipated." he shrugged the non-answer.

"and yet i'm getting the feeling that i'm not getting a repeat order?"

"actually the drink wasn't bad! i like really sweet things, my coffee needs a lot of sugar too -- otherwise it's too bitter. so, um, yeah, sex on the beach was pretty good. but i was thinking that maybe you could show me some other drinks too? i never go out drinking and while I've researched different drinks i assume it would be more useful to taste them by someone who can make them properly. I'm twenty four and i've had one cocktail, i need to catch up." you vaguely wondered how he could get so many words out in one breath, but stopped to consider them.

"let's start with the fact that it's okay to not have drunk a whole heap of alcohol. i'm a bartender and i only really drink one or two. but i am more than happy to be your guide into the dazzling world of alcohol." spencer smiled at you again, earnest and trusting and you felt immense responsibility to make him happy. you moved to say something, continue the conversation, but a gruff man's voice interrupted your train of thought.

certain patrons had evidently lost their patience despite there being two of you behind the bar, and your supreme efficiency all night.

"save the flirting for after there's a beer in my hand," he called with a laugh. you turned to face him, dangerously slow, the night's exertion catching up in a moment.

"if you speak to me that way again, i will never serve you another drink for as long as i work here. understood?" your tone was icy, intentionally resisting a peacemaking smile that evidently threw the man off, used to being served hand and foot by women twenty years younger than him. he had the decency to look mildly ashamed, pushing away from the bar to go take a lap of the room.

you turned back to spencer with your good mood reinstated.

"i was thinking we could maybe take a different flavour profile to last time -- a chilli margarita?" spencer was staring at you, eyes wide and dazed.

"that was amazing... um, yeah, that sounds great." you laugh loudly, getting to work on his drink.

"hey," you say as you hand him the glass, "didn't you say you were twenty-four before? last time morgan said you were twenty-three." spencer blushed, avoiding eye contact.

"yeah, it was my birthday."

"and you didn't tell me? i thought we were friends -- i'm your alcohol guide! your drink is on the house then."

"what! no, that's okay i can pay!" you almost groaned at his obliviousness. you were trying to make a move! you argued with him until he surrendered, smiling graciously, though with that already familiar awkwardness.

you watched him go fondly. as your eyes passed the bar counter on the move to get back to work you caught some cash. spencer had tipped the entire cost of his margarita. you rolled your eyes, putting the cash in your apron with a smile you were trying to bite back.

the rest of your night consisted of you watching spencer try and surreptitiously lick the spicy chilli rim off his glass while his teammates were in conversation, and one of them inevitably catching him and teasing him for it. it was a good shift.

[moeyes]

"the ache of yearning" ♡ | lady k and the sick man

pairing: totsumoto yuushi x fem. reader x lady k

warnings: 7.7k words, smut, threesome!!!, bisexual reader, down bad! reader, friends to fwb(?) sexual tension, voyeurism (on yuushi and k's end), fingering, face-sitting, dirty talk, light lactation (on lady k’s end-), creampie

synopsis: it's hard to let go of something you want, especially when you come face-to-face with it everyday.

YOU SWORE THAT THEY WERE BEING LOUD ON PURPOSE. The constant, antagonizing moans and wails that echoed throughout the thin apartment walls, resonating within your bedroom. No matter how much you tossed and turned, smothering your ears with layers atop layers of cotton barriers, you could still hear them. A part of you wanted to march right out of your covers, and give the couple a piece of your mind for being this loud, every night. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to cool down when one particular thud against the side of the wall, right next to your head, was enough for you snap.

"I knew that this place was crappy, but this?!" The noise was still ringing in your head, but that didn't stop you from rising up, practically fuming. You didn't take another moment to consider your approach, nor your presentation— this situation wasn't your fault. Stomping out of your room with clenched fists, you intentionally slammed the door behind you, the noise causing the lewd sounds to stop momentarily, before picking right back up in pace. Grumbling curses under your breath, you marched to the room adjacent to you, pounding on the door. You didn't even wait for the door to open; after all, you were too fed up for civilities after a whole week of sleepless nights.

"Would you mind being at least a bit quieter?! I haven't gotten a wink of sleep because of you both fucking like rabbits! Like, damn, how do you have that much stamina to keep me up, nights on end, due to your-" Your heated ramblings were cut short by the appearance of a burly man, staring right down at you. It was as if you short-circuited, thoughts escaping your mind faster than you recall them. His brows were furrowed, seemingly upset like you were the one who was the problem in this dilemma. From the shirt and boxers that were haphazardly tossed on to some strands of his hair damp and stuck to his forehead made it clear that your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. Heaving out a sigh, you place a hand on my hips, standing your ground despite being somewhat intimidated (yet very attracted) to the man in front of you.

"Look, I get that you and your partner are as happy as can be, but you guys are too loud," Gathering your thoughts, you attempt to express them as kindly as you can. "I haven't slept ever since you two moved in, and I would greatly appreciate if you can be a little more considerate to your neighbor." Looking up at him, you realized that his attention wasn't on you, eyes already staring down, but it seemed like it wasn't on your face. Following where his dark irises were fixated on, you realized that you weren't dressed decently. A simple pair of white panties paired with your graphic baby-tee shirt being all that covered you, leaving little to the imagination. "Shit...!" Your cheeks were quick to flush at the realization, sparing no time to hurry back to your room, not daring to look back at him as you quickly closed your door.

Sliding down to the bamboo flooring, you contemplate moving out first thing in the morning. You didn't have much, and it would much better than living next to the hot, horny man that saw your undergarments. The issue really lied in finding another place as cheap as this to stay, and deep down, you knew you wouldn't come across another opportunity like this again. Burrowing your head even deeper into your palms, you tried to clear your thoughts. With how quiet it became, it at least became a bit easier to think without being interrupted by a groan or a grunt. As you continued to sit, the less you actually wanted to move, feeling as though if you slept over it, everything that had just transpired would disappear. Crossing your arms over your knees and resting your head upon them, you snuggled in close, finally having a quiet night's rest.

It was much easier to fall asleep than you though, eyelids lulling shut in a matter of seconds as your heartbeat slowly came to a steady pacing. Your body relaxed from its tensed stature, laying back against the door as you became comfortable against the sturdy surface. You didn't realize how long you've been sleeping for until you awoke to a noise too close for you to block out. It was a soft knock to the door, stirring you from out of your slumber to get up. Stretching from the uncomfortable location you managed to sleep in, it only proved to you how much you needed to rest. "Ugh, what time is it...?" You rubbed your eyes, but the instance you peaked a glance, you were blinded by the rays of sunlight peering from out the window across from you. Shuffling from off the floor, you shielded your eyes, opting to turn open the door to face whoever's on the side.

Not caring to think about it, you creak open the door just enough to where you could see who was on the other side. "Sorry, I'm not interested in whatever you're-" By the time your vision finally beginning to focus on the view in front of you, it was too late to retreat back into your room. There he was, your unbearably hot neighbor who you accidentally flashed upon first meeting. The memories of last night washed over you like a tsunami, uncaring for how you processed it all. Realizing that you were still without pants, quickly shut the door back on him. "D-Don't leave! I'll be right back!" You inform him, making sure that you were loud enough for him to hear. Grabbing your discarded pair of sweatpants tossed from your basket, you hurried back over to the door to greet him properly.

A thought of you believed that he wouldn't bother waiting, but when you opened the door for a second time, he was still there in all of his unkept glory. Well, he much more dressed than last night, a loose black t-shirt and matching sweatpants covered his body, yet his physique still managed to look defined. Trying not to fixate on his clothes for too long, you follow the trail of black up to his ruffled hair, looking just as dark as it did in the hallway at night. In the daylight, you were able to appreciate the small trim of facial hair along his jawline and the imprinted eyebags that tied together his whole rugged appearance. You couldn't complain; after all, he was most certainly your type.

"Um, did you need something?" You asked, your tone coming off much more defensive than intended. Why did he bother showing up, after that fiasco? Maybe he was gonna try to blackmail you into not reporting him? You shook your head. It wasn't cool to jump to the worst-case scenario— especially when the man hasn't even said anything yet. "Here, this is for you." His deep. somewhat raspy voice reverberated pleasantly in your ears, entrancing you to give him your undivided attention. Even with that power, he didn't say anything else, causally handing over the bag to you as he was quick to get ready to leave with the wave of his hand, but you didn't want this interaction to be over.

"Wait!"

The word came out rushed, but you didn't care how silly you must've sounded. "I want to properly thank you and apologize, as well." The introduction of your name came after, figuring that if he wasn't going to acknowledge yesterday's events, you shouldn't stress over it. Moving up to him, you offered him an outstretched hand, saying, "I should have come sooner to formally discuss the issue, rather than causing a scene. I'm sorry if I scared you and your girlfriend." There were factors in this situation that made it mutually both of your fault, and you'd rather not dwell on it longer than needed. "Girlfriend?" The cigarette that hung between his lips muffled his speaking slightly, but you could tell he was confused by the assumption.

You tilted your head, swearing that with the way they were fucking, they had to be in a relationship with one another. "Isn't she? I thought that the girl in there is the same one I've been hearing all week." You stated, raising your brows at him. "You listened that hard?" The scruffy man suddenly remarked, dodging your question entirely to counter with one of his own. You felt your face flush, feeling as though you ratted yourself out on this one, but you weren't going to admit it to him directly. "I mean, it was the thing keeping me up all night. It was kinda hard ignoring all the noise." You also thought her moans were quite cute, short and consistent, but you weren't going to tell him that either. He paused, not responding to your words as he took in a long drawl of the nicotine before removing his lips from the cigarette butt, exhaling it all out.

"Our situation is... Complicated. Sorry for disturbing you with it, I'd be pissed too if I couldn't sleep for so long," Flicking his cigarette away from you, his eyes returned to your own, watching your expression become less guilt-ridden and a little more relaxed. "To be honest, I've never had the chance to see you, so I thought I had no neighbors." One of his hands reached upwards, scratching at his chin at the thought. "I've picked up a bunch of shifts this week, so I've been gone most of the mornings," You explained, folding your arms and letting the bag dangle from your fingers. "Not gonna lie, when I came home last week, you two scared the crap outta me. I thought it was some ghosts since this place is haunted. The next morning, I went to the landlord to talk about the whole ordeal, and that's when I figured out you moved in."

When you initially thought about it being ghosts haunting over you from the other room, it became much sillier now seeing this very much alive man in front of you. He awkwardly chuckled at your words, not offering much feedback on your story at all. Something that you thought would lighten this tension between the both of you somehow made it worse. Giving up on getting his name seemed like the best thing to do, especially since you didn't know how much time you had before work. "Well, it was nice meeting you, neighbor. I'll see you around...?" Figuring that he didn't want to be bothered anymore, you turned on your heel, making your way to your room, when he unexpectedly said, "Totsumoto Yuushi." Turning your body around to slightly face him, you halt in your movements.

He could tell how you were slightly confused by the way you were looking at him, so he decided to clarify the sudden introduction of his name. "Sorry, I only just now realized that I didn't tell you my name when you greeted me." You blinked a couple times at him, not expecting him to share his name with you, but it definitely made you a bit more optimistic with your relationship with him. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to become something more than just next-door neighbors with him? "Thanks for telling me. That name suits you, it's nice." Humming out the words, you figured that's all he had to say as you began to turn away from him, once more. Walking past him, right back to the entrance of your apartment, you placed your hand on the doorknob, twisting it open.

"I could say the same thing about you. You've got quite the pretty name," He had this habit of catching you off guard with his prolonged speech, as if he waiting until you were distracted to leap his words at you. "I'll see you around, don't be a stranger." You could only give him an affirmative nod, too embarrassed by his initial statement to speak aloud properly. Hurrying back into your room, you closed the door behind you, palms sweaty and face flushed once again— all because of him. Feeling the plastic become slick between your hands, you decided to place it on the counter to see what exactly he brought you. It was a couple snacks that he picked out, a seemingly thoughtful mixture of salty and sweet treats that you could pick and choose from in your free time.

"How sweet of him..." Smiling to yourself, you wondered if his partner in crime helped pick the arrangement out. If so, then maybe you should go over sometime to thank her as well; after all, it would be nice to meet the mystery lady as well. "Maybe I can get them something as well." During the duration of your getting ready and throughout your shift as a hostess, your mind went back to Yuushi, and somehow, it made the day go by much faster than you could've expected. As the men berated your ears with their woes, your charming, glossy-lipped smiles and small nods of the head, was enough to fool them that you were listening. Your body was here, but you mind roamed elsewhere, all the way back to your apartment complex, to the deviously attractive man next door.

It was hard not to feel the jealousy pangs towards the woman that has the privilege to sleep with him every night, but it's not like you wanted to interfere and cause drama amongst the apartment complex. You're no homewrecker, after all. Work continued to pass by with relative ease, and by the time you were out, late night had already settled throughout the sky, engulfing the once busy streets into darkness. Fortunately, the walk home went by relatively quick, but on the downside, you could feel your heels throbbing after the repetitive cycle of doing this all week. Stumbling down the quiet streets, you contemplated taking off your shoes, but you'd rather not have to deal with your bare feet walking on the dirty sidewalk.

"I gotta get some bandages later..." As much as you wanted to get them now, your body refused to cooperate with the plan, rushing to get home as fast as your tired body allowed you to. Hiking up the skirt of your dress, you slowly walked alongside the wall of your apartment complex. Shoes being carried in one hand, bag in the other, you heaved out a sigh. "The first thing I'm doing is taking a bath..." Caught up within your mind, you didn't hear the jiggle of a doorknob, nor the creak of the poor doors opening up to reveal Yuushi and... A lady? From the glimpse you caught of her, she was most certainly gorgeous.

A curvy physique, plump in all the right places, flowing ebony hair cascading down her body, yet it was all incomparable to her gentle-looking features. The white dress she was wearing left little to the imagination, especially around her cleavage area. You didn't have enough time to appreciate it all when you accidentally collided with a less than pillowy chest than the pair you saw; instead, it was much firmer and for a moment, you nearly mistook it for a wall with how roughly you bumped into it. "Shit, that hurt..." You moaned in pain, rubbing at the sore spot on your forehead, trying to figure out what you exactly bumped into. Peering up, you were faced with the man who was on your mind all night. Gasping at the sight, you took a large step back, leaning onto the back of your feet to catch yourself from falling.

"Crap, I'm so sorry about that, Totsumoto. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." Glancing through your peripheral, you hope that you'd catch sight of the stunning lady, but his hand laid heavy on the door, sealing it shut and enclosing the room from prying eyes, like yours. "I'm fine, didn't hurt me much, but you don't look so good over there." You shook your head, removing the hand on your temple to get a better view of him. "I'll manage. Besides, you were going somewhere, right? Don't let me stop you," Trying to put his mind to rest, you raised your arm up, almost as if you was flexing some bulging biceps (that you, unfortunately, did not have). "I'm a strong girl, Totsumoto. If I can handle walking in these torturous heels all week, I can handle a little bump to the head."

Putting on a undamaged façade wouldn't be so difficult if your feet weren't already cramping, or if the light layer of makeup was starting to get in your eyes. Nonetheless, because of your actions, you were able to hear Yuushi chuckle, a faint smile rising to his lips as he watched you. "Heh, how cute," Yuushi remarked, before turning his back to you with a wave of his hand, signaling his departure. "Go get some rest already, see ya later." With that, he headed out of the apartment complex. You didn't bother asking where he was going; first of all, it wasn't your business. Second, you were much more fascinated with the two things— the fact that he said you were cute, and the lady in his room. You didn't know if she was still by the door, or if she retreated to bed, but you at least wanted to apologize to her.

"Um, hi... I don't know if you're near by, but I wanted to tell you sorry for yesterday. I interrupted you both, and if I frightened you, it wasn't my intention," It felt weird saying all this to the door, unknowing on whether or not she was even listening, but it was a nice thought to think so. "I... Just wanted you to know that, is all." She didn't need to forgive you, that you knew. You just wish she said something to you, some form of acknowledgement in your words, but nothing ever came. Despite how your battered feet wished for the weight of your body to be shifted, you stood a couple moments longer. Maybe she was thinking of what to say, or what if she was just shy? You couldn't exactly say on her behalf. Seconds quickly became minutes, thinning your will to stand and even stay awake.

You could always try again another time— was what you reduced the failed conversation attempt to. After all, nothing simply becomes better by dwelling on it. With that, you returned to your room, pampering yourself after a grueling week of work that you were relieved to have time away from. It was exciting, having the chance to have some time to yourself. Maybe you could become better acquainted with Yuushi and the lady in the room. It's ironic, for as much thinking as you did about them earlier, new information keeps appearing, casting all thoughts away that doesn't surround them. It felt like a curse, to be interested in someone so heavily that you couldn't even have.

Your brows furrowed at the harsh thought that was, in fact, your reality. "Man, overthinking all this stuff sucks. I seriously need to get some sleep before it gets worse." The lack of noise was greatly appreciated, throughout the majority of the night (besides a few slip of the tongues), the pair was relatively quiet. Allowing yourself to finally get a good night's rest within the comfort of your bed, you let your mind slip away. After that night though, a lot of changes began to spew in your relationship with your neighbor. More frequently than not, Yuushi would greet you every morning, becoming apart of your daily routine as you would sometimes invite him over for meals (also ensuring that he would always have left-overs to take to his lady friend.) You considered each other nothing short of friends, having learned far too many details from beyond small talk to be merely acquaintances.

Although, it was hard ignoring the overwhelming tension that would cause your heart to palpitate against your ribcages and your legs to buckle under the weight of his gaze. Several instances, whenever you were talking close to him, Yuushi's eyes would linger over your chest while peering down at you, or to the curve of your ass as you walked past him. Not to mention, the way his warms hands would linger whenever he patted you on the shoulder, the calloused fingers kneading downwards to your back, Oh, and you especially can't forget when Yuushi proceeds to lean downwards to whisper in your ear, the sound of his voice sending tingles down your spine. You swore he knew what he was doing to you whenever he would languidly smirk in your direction while pulling away, watching intently at the way a flush would fume onto your cheeks. Still, you'd always try and brush it off, a few occurrences where you'd call him out and catch him on his toes, but nothing more.

After all, you still were unsure if he was actually a taken man. It was hard to be certain when you'd smell a women's fragrance throughout the fabric of his clothes, or when bite marks would be poorly hidden on his neck and collarbone. You couldn't even blame him for being so smitten, if the relationship he was in was with that lady. She was stunning, and deep down, the longing for both made it hard to tell who exactly you were jealous of in this dynamic. Too many thoughts continued to rush in your head at the many possible realities of this situation, and the consequences of each. The anticipation of what would come from each decision was enough to make you anxious, and you were fairly uncertain if you would confess your feelings at all. So what better to stop dwelling on all these stomach-churning, concerned emotions than to drink your nerves away?

Bringing home a newly-gifted wine that a customer brought as a gift to your delight, and began to strip away the sweaty clothes that would be considered your uniform, you got ready to drink. Changing into a snug nightgown that accentuated all your curves, yet still managing to be cozy, you plopped yourself down on your bed, and began drinking straight from the bottle. The more you drank, the more you began to lose your sense of time and actions. Delirious from the abundance of alcohol consumed, you felt yourself become lighter from the lack of worry, more daring to pursue whatever came to mind initially. So that's when you decided that you were going to ask Yuushi to meet the mystery lady and tell them both everything. Rejection was something you could bear, despite any future awkwardness in interactions. After a month of all this teasing, to this foreplay, you had to get this off your chest and be free of any precedents that consumed your mind.

Slithering out of your covers, you leaned onto the walls for support and managed to make your way into the hallway, walking up to his doorstep. Knocking, much louder than intended, onto Totsumoto's door, you gathered yourself together, feeling your legs wobble while waiting for his arrival. Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to arrive, and albeit messy, he presented himself nicely to you. "It's kinda late for you to be up like this," Yuushi's taunt rolled off his tongue delightfully as he soaked in your attire, hungry eyes tracing over the curves of your body all the way up to your face. "Did you need something from me?" Watching the bob of his Adam's apple, his body leaned against the doorframe as he looked at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, one of your hands pulled at the ends of your dress and you swore that you saw Totsumoto's hand flinch slightly at the action. When you found yourself ready, you held the bottle between the two of you, showcasing it to him.

"I got some pretty high-quality wine from work. I was hoping to share a glass with you and your partner-in-crime in there?" The words rushed out from your lips quickly, eyes retreating to the floor as you became bashful from the proposition. "I understand if you're both busy, but..." Your words trailed out into silence, already preparing yourself for the rejection you were about to face. How silly it was for you to overstep one too many boundaries that were far from formal. Opening your mouth to take back your previous statement, you were unexpectedly met with the warm touch of a hand tilting your head up by the chin. Yuushi's grasp was firm, ensuring that you returned all your focus to him, both mentally and physically. "Look at me when you're asking. When you huddle down like that, you become all meek and quiet," His breath was batted against your face as he leaned down closer to you. "So speak up, sweetheart." The wetness in your panties increased ten-folds by his demanding tone being whispered out to you, his hand shifting to grip at your jawline as he held your face up, so that you could only stare ahead at him.

"Can I come in? W-With you and your lady friend," You asked, this time, projecting your voice much louder to him, as per requested. "To be honest, I've seen her only once, and I'm attracted to her just as much as I'm attracted to you." Your confession was slurred out, watching his reaction through half-lidded eyes. An audible gulp came from Yuushi's end as he focused on you with wide eyes. Thumb unconsciously grazing your bottom lip, he waited for you to pull away from his touch, yet you didn't. In fact, you leaned into it, resting your face into his hand as if you were relishing the sensation. The pure neediness you conveyed throughout a simple graze alone was enough to make Yuushi's cock twitch in his pants in response. He couldn't deny his attraction to you either, ever since you stumbled your way up to his doorstep with those lacey, black cotton panties that you flashed him with. It was hard not to forget the way your eye-catching nipples showing through the thin layer of your t-shirt due to the chill carried within the hallways.

Yuushi never became more grateful for the lack of warmth present within the corridor until that night. He chuckled at the revelation of your words, never expecting something a response such as that. Then again, with what K-san had been reacting to the mentioning of your name, with the way she would bashfully smile and look away, he should've connected the dots much sooner. "Hmm, is that so? So when did this happen?" Yuushi asked the question softly, tantalizingly sweeping at the chapstick to coat your lips. "A-A month ago..." Your response was immediate, eyes practically begging him to do more. Seeing your once cheeky and sly persona after all those times of being alone with you reduced to this, it was hard not to take you all for himself. "Sneaky little thing, keeping such a secret like that," He tsked, silently trailing down his other hand to the curve of your back, touching it ever so lightly. "I didn't expect the both of you to hide that from me, I'm a little hurt." Faking a frown, he leaned his face down, the lust clear in his overall aura as he consumed you with it.

"What are you gonna do to make it up to me?" He pondered aloud, moving past your face to ghost his lips over the skin of your neck. "Let me in, a-and I'll make it up to the both of you. I still need to formally apologize to her too." It was cute, you speaking out in such a challenging tone, despite the way you quivered at the lightest of touches. Yuushi wanted to tease you far more, wanting to make you beg for it, but you both were missing one more member of this party. If this was the experienced you wanted, it was best to fulfil it in full, after all. "C'mon in, sweetheart, Let's get you two real acquainted with one another." Hooking you in by the waist, Yuushi reeled you into his apartment room, instantly closing the door behind him at your entrance. The sight that you were graced with at your immediate arrival was the mystery lady that had been filling both your sleepless nights and dreams. Her long hair cascading down her luscious figure, it contrasted greatly to soft, yet mature facial features.

That white, thin-strapped dress that you initially saw her dressed in still adorned her body, and it was hard not to let your gaze wander. The lady was quick to hide away from your staring, rushing to hide behind Yuushi's broad body as she peered to the side over at you. Shaking your head, you did your best to clear those thoughts away; after all, you didn't want to make her uncomfortable, especially without knowing her sexual attraction towards you. Sticking out your hand to her, you concealed your own nervousness with a small smile, to make her less uncomfortable. Reintroducing yourself, you stated, "It's nice to finally meet you, but if you're wary of my presence, I can leave whenever you desire." Your hand was only stared at for a moment, and you began to feel stupid about even offering it out in the first place, but you were pleasantly surprised when she scooted away from Yuushi, making her way over to you.

Cautiously, her hand grasped onto yours, and you shivered slightly from how cold she was, despite looking so warm to the touch. She emitted a little hum as she looked over to you with a graceful smile upon her lips. You nearly forgot about Yuushi's being, with how he quietly watched the scene play out, when he appeared at both of your sides. "This is K. She doesn't really talk, so don't worry if she only responds in hums and body motions." His explanation made a lot of sense, especially when you recall your first encounter with K through the door. "K, by any chance, could you hear me when I first spoke to you?" As a reply, she nodded firmly in confirmation, her silky smooth fingers rubbing against the crevices of your fingers while you stared at her, wide-eyed. Once my initial reaction dwindled, you squeezed her hands delicately, reciprocating her gentle touches.

"I'm glad. I was worried that you were so upset, that you didn't want to talk to me at all." K shook her head at said accusations, rebuking the thought physically by cupping your cheek, leaning closer up to you. Her honeyed scent wafted around your nose, her irises looking at you through her lashes as she angled her mouth over the curve of your jawline, colliding her cold, yet plush lips to the corner of one side. Your breathing hitched at her slow, yet sensual kisses against your jaw, teeth clenched as you kept your body as still as you possibly could. If you acted too soon, it may startle her, causing her to run away from you. It was like approaching an easily startled cat, you had to let K get adjusted and comfortable, before allowing yourself to act. Even with knowing this, it was a struggle to keep yourself under control, as if she had this aura about her that ignited the submerged emotions of lust you had kept concealed about the pair.

Her hands grasped at your face tighter, gently pushing into your cheekbones as she littered a series of kisses everywhere besides your lips. "K..." Was all you mumbled, flexing your hand over the dip of her hip, causing her to jump slightly. Your touch was foreign to her, but you'd make sure she would become adjusted to it quickly as you leaned you face close to hers. So close, close enough to where one slight tilt of the head would have your lips meshing together. You could feel the hitch of her breath upon your lips, it was yet another cool feeling that her body continued to offer, but you didn't mind it too much. "Please, kiss me." You requested, your other hand snaking around the other side of her hips as your eyes begged a silent plea out to her, beckoning her to you. Fortunately, she didn't have you waiting long, eagerly pressing her lips down onto yours as she gently nibbled at your bottom lip. Whining at the mix of pain and pleasure, you let her devour your in the open-mouth kiss, feeling her tongue brush against yours.

Nails digging into her hips, you felt her body shift closer, her breasts brushing against your own. For how innocent she initially looked, it definitely took you aback seeing how much control she had over you, and how much you ended up enjoying being swept up in it all. "Aren't you two getting along nicely?" Yuushi's raspy voice snapped you out of your K devoted haze, pulling away from the kiss to look over at the man. "Totsumoto..." Warmth flooded to your cheeks at the realization that he was watching the entire scene displayed out to him. "No need to be so formal anymore. Yuushi's fine," Yuushi remarked, slithering his hands around your waist, pulling himself closer to your back. "With how quickly you both forgot about me, I'm starting to feel a little left out." Feeling his hard-on brushed up against your rear end, your gazed trekked down to look at its immense size— still so prominent throughout his boxers and sweatpants.

"C'mere, sweetheart. Wanna have a taste of those pretty lips that have been teasing me for the past few weeks." You were quickly flipped around to face Yuushi, almost as if you were a pig on a roast, one side being faced down against the heat while the other cooled down against the breeze— even treatment for all people involved. Yuushi didn't give you a moment to compose yourself, taking your wetted lips all for his own. The kiss was much more intense than K's, ravaging all that you had to offer him, making your head spin in pleasure from the feeling of it all. How his hands tugged your jaw up to him, forcing you to keep up with whatever he had to give you. Your backside rested against K's pillowy chest, noting at how her hands encircled your body to tug at the top part of your dress. With its stretchy fabric, it had no issue being tugged down, exposing your chest to them both.

K crooned at the sight, instantly getting to work on your hardened nipples, much to your delight. Moaning softly throughout the kiss, your hands went in two opposing directions— one to gently cradle the back of K's head to pull her into the crook of your neck, and the other entangling itself into Yuushi's messy locks of hair, drilling his lips as deep as you could muster. The three of you worked in a frenzy, each conducting separate tasks, yet still managing to make it work amongst you all. They were especially being considerate of you, making you the center of attention for tonight's festivities where there was no inch of skin untouched by either of them. K's light nibbles down the side of your neck as she kneading each of your breast in her hands, while Yuushi crept downwards, hiking the skirt of your dress up, so that your bottom-half was exposed to them, without any present panties to cover you up.

Yuushi grunted in delight at the sight, seeing your pussy lips glisten in the light, desperate and feigning for attention. "No panties? Were you planning this from the start, naughty girl?" He then proceeded to flick at your pinched nipples, watching how you whined out to him, an expression of embarrassment over your features. "I'm not supposed to wear panties with this dress, or else the line shows..." Your breathing hitched at his sly hands slipping down, spreading your lower lips out as the tip of one of his fingers rubbed against your clit ever so lightly. It wasn't enough pressure to get you off, but it did make you greedy, clawing at the nape of his neck to do something, anything more. "Hmm, is that so," He drawled, sinking his body downwards to be face-to-face with your pussy, nearly licking his lips at the sight.

Rough hands patting at your ass, he slid you down from sitting on your feet; furthermore, you were sprawled out against their floor, legs spread open for easy access for Yuushi to lap greedily at your juices as your face was beneath and in between K's thighs. While staring up at her already sopping folds, an idea sparked in your head at the gratifying sight. Scaling your hands up the curves of her calves, up to her thighs, you gripped onto the flesh around the underside of her ass. She squeaked, not expecting you to take the initiative in such a manner as she looked down at you, a blush clearly apparent on her cheeks. "Don't worry, K. I can take it." You reassured her between pants, gliding one of your fingers over her puckered hole, enticing you to put your tongue into it. That was all she needed to hear to comply, hovering her body over your face as your tongue drilled into her.

Her bodily fluids dripped onto the lower half of your face like water, but you didn't mind in the slightest, slurping on whatever she gave to you, almost as if you were drinking water and you were parched. Between the feeling of Yuushi's tongue darting atop your clit while his fingers deliciously into you as K rested her weight on you a little more, practically suffocating you with her thighs was probably one of the best feelings you could experience at this time. You were high from so many new tastes and touches that hit all the right spots, it was as if you couldn't get enough of it. Throughout your daze, Yuushi would suck marks on the inside of your thighs, his teeth digging in before the saliva coating his tongue would ease the pain. He would murmur a mixture of praise and degradation under his breath. From calling you a "good girl" to downright shaming you to getting off to this, you couldn't tell which one you liked more.

With how quickly he pumped his fingers in and out of you— with how deep they were reaching with the perfect curl he would hook at your walls, you could feel yourself close to coming, the tight coil in your stomach twisting tightly. At that moment, you knew you wanted to get K to come at the same time as you, so your already sloppy maneuvers increased in pressure and pacing. She was practically humping your face, her hair trickling down to the sides of your face as she watched you, lewd moans slipping past her lips. Mentally capturing that image in your head, your felt a gushing sensation in between your legs as your moan shot through K's body, causing her back to arch as her juices began to flow into your mouth, right down into your throat. "Look at that, you treated K so well. Do you think you made it up to her, just like ya wanted?" He slurred, tongue continuing to lap up any of the excess juices to trickle down your thighs before raising up to stare at your cum-coated face.

A look of pure euphoria was in your eyes as K-san shifted off of you, as the two of them peered down to look at you, gazes both sultry. You hummed in response, tilting your head over to K to get her judgement on the matter. "Did I?" You croaked out, a cheeky smile present on your face. Her nodding was so quick that if you weren't focusing, you'd have missed it. "Look at you, being so good for her," Yuushi commented, lifting your body upwards so that you were leaning against his chest. "Now, can you do the same for me?" His words shot straight down to your pussy, having you squeezing your legs together as you down at what his hands were doing. Observing as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers off in one go, you got to feel his cock slap against your backside before resting atop of it. The drizzle of precum to trail from the tip's slit had you wanting to suck him dry, knowing the got off to you eating him out.

"Yes, I'll be so good for you, Yuushi. Please fuck me hard." You sang out, pressing your ass against his cock as he rubbed against your folds tantalizingly slow. He groaned at your sudden movement, his hand reaching down to slap at your ass, watching how your back moved away from his, pussy grinding down deeper against his dick. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll pump you full of my cock, so just be good and take it." With that, he spared no time for pleasantries, rubbing his cock against your wet entrance, before thrusting himself into your sopping cunt. Hand grasping at the front of your neck, he lurched your body up against his once more, drilling his fat cock into you. He filled you up beautifully, every time hitting just the right spot to get you off. K watched you unravel to Yuushi's hard fucking, crawling up to your body to capture your lips with her own, her hands teasing at your clit while you were being stuffed.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Yuushi growled in your ear, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips as his head rested on the nape of your neck. Eyes peering down, he watched as you swallowed his cock, noting the slight imprint on your stomach every time he sinks back into you. "You feel too good, sweetheart. It's like you're, shit, milking me dry with that greedy, little pussy of yours." With every ounce of dirty-talk he spoke, only caused you to moan louder, and if you weren't too head-empty from the ecstasy you were currently experiencing, you'd be concerned about how loud you were being. Using all your willpower, you brought your face in between K's chest, taking one of her perky nipples into your mouth as the other hand went to rubbing at her clit. "Wanna make you both feel s'good..." Letting out another wanton moan, you sucked at her nipples, entranced at the way her breast lactated into your mouth the more your teeth would lightly pull at her nipples, before swirling your tongue around it to give a mix of sensations on her sensitive nipples.

Yuushi's hand on your neck turned your head to the side to face him, his slightly-tanned skin flushed as he was bewitched with the way your hips moved to meet him halfway, allowing his tip to brush all the way up to your cervix, coaxing you to cum all over his cock. His relentless thrusts never ceased, even as he was feeling himself twitch deep in your guts. Yuushi had feigned for this for too long, and now that he had you wrapped around his cock, he was certain that this wouldn't be the last time both he and K would be seeking you out to join them. Perhaps even a daily occurrence, if you'll be on board. The thought alone had his breath hitching, thinking of all the things he could try on you both, and all the fantasies flowing throughout his mind fueled the ramming of his cock inside you. He was fixated on the way your eyes rolled back, eyes lulling down as you were practically drunk on the feeling of his dick inside of you.

K was no better, her body grinding onto your fingers as you inserted a couple of digits into her, allowing her to revel in the pleasure that you both were feeling. At the same time, the hand that K once had on your clit slumped over Yuushi's shoulder, bringing them all closer to one another. There was something so endearing about the action that Yuushi couldn't tease K about it; instead, Yuushi decided to help out, gripping onto the inside of your thigh, sneaking his fingers down to your clit to finish you off. "You both are so cute, you know that? I can feel how close you are with how hard you're clinging onto my cock," Yuushi's let out a deep groan, trying to keep the same pacing of his hand on your clit, but it was hard not to go into a frenzy with how you were gripping down on him. "C'mon, pretty girl, wanna feel you come all over my cock. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" All you could do was nod, face being tugged away from K's chest to be bombarded by Yuushi's lips on yours, letting out a loud moan against his lips as you were given no chance to process the way you released all over his cock, spasming against his chest.

K's hips trembled at the sight, following in suit as she pushed herself as deep as she could go on your fingers, coating them with her slick juices as she came. Yuushi was the last, pumping into you with the last ounce of energy he seemed to have before spilling his hot, thick load into you, adorning the way you clung to his chest so tightly. "Was that as fun as you imagined, sweetheart?" Yuushi spoke, his voice hushed, as he laid you down next to him, pulling K to lay alongside you as you were sandwiched between the pair. With a dopey smile on you face, despite all the bodily fluids coating your body and the floor beneath you, there was a joy unlike any other you had in this moment. Glancing between the both of them, your smile only grew wider as K placed a chaste kiss to your cheek while Yuushi played with your fingers gently.

"Definitely. Round two in ten minutes?"

"I'd thought you never ask."

happy pride month y'all! this has been in the drafts for too long and I wanted to finish this for pride month (as a bisexual girly-), so y'all enjoy! (also, no I haven’t read it all, gotta finish it lol-)

[yandere-sins]

i'm obsessed with the way you write yandere! dazai 🥺🥺. you really nail his character <3. i really liked the piece you wrote about him taking care of a darling who got sick, but what about if he's the one who had intentionally caused it? like imagine yandere dazai who consistently drugs his darling to make her more complicit / weak? so he has an excuse to take care of her/cuddle her <3 ?? and his darling is so out of it that she ends up craving his touch/company, wether that be the drugs in her system or her actually caving in to his desires?? aaaa i'd love to read your take on this

I'm glad you enjoyed it!! Thank you for requesting more for the special boy ♥

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It was a bittersweet satisfaction to have you curl up in his arms.

Addictive to his desire to be with you, adore you, love you, and yet so, so toxic, feeding the greed inside of him. Dazai still remembered the good old days when you'd walk the streets of Yokohama without any worry, clouding your bright smile and your laugh ringing out so clearly, even amongst the countless voices that separated you two. He had just been an observer back then, content with watching you go a path he could only follow but never reach you on. But his desire drove him forward until your worlds inevitably collided.

It had been a while since then, but Dazai could sincerely say he still loved you like he did the very first day. Even now, your mind muddled, eyes dulled with tears left unshed brimming on your lids, you were still the same person his heart longed for. Whenever you two were apart, his soul searched for you, every one of his actions inevitably leading back to your side.

There were still parts of him tethered to his old ways, his desire to leave this world behind only excelled by the need to see you again. You were the light in a world so full of darkness, and he was a moth ever so devoted to reaching you. And yet, his own actions never sat right with him. Even if he couldn't stop hurting you, moments like these made him justify them over and over, selfishly, until he could enjoy the peace they brought.

Drugging you had never been the plan. When some ruffians dropped the pulvery substance, he had initially been inclined to burn it or throw it away, but something made him slip it into his pocket instead of surrendering it to the authorities. Life with you wasn't always easy, and Dazai grinned while reflecting, realizing life with him wasn't either. You wanted to leave his carefully crafted cage, the hold he had on you, albeit with gentle hands. He wanted you to be safe. To be with him. He needed you to vanquish the lonesome life he was forced to lead, and once you'd be gone, there would be no more light to reach out to. Where he had decided to end it so many years ago, his humanity couldn't help but cling desperately to hope, and so, Dazai clung to you. You were the answer to his lifelong questions.

You became his reason to continue living, however unwillingly you participated in this mad idea.

And yet, if he had to describe the feeling of your resting in his arms as he kneeled next to your slumped body, drugged out of your mind like a helpless little pet, it was pure elation making his chest puff, mixed with the horror of his deeds raking goosebumps across his body. Dazai hated the lengths he had to go to. Still, having you twist in his hold until you were sufficiently warmed by his body around you, he thought he could finally die happily.

If anyone had told him how much he could love someone this cute and adorable, he would have never believed them. But experiencing it now was more painful than a hundred knives in his chest and more wonderful than the peaceful relief of natural death. You were clinging with one hand to his, having wrapped your fingers tightly around it, and with just a little bit of shifting, Dazai managed to intertwine your fingers, squeezing your hand comfortingly. It was so subtle, yet it made his heart pound like crazy when you squeezed back, your body frighteningly cold, yet the heat between your palms made him sweat like a nervous little schoolboy in front of his crush.

He didn't care about your nails scratching his skin, didn't care that you were too out of it to talk or to interact with him. It was bad, so bad, that he couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear, tears welling up in his eyes at how cutely you were burying your face in his stomach. Dazai was so glad to be alive to witness that moment, no matter how terrible it must have been for you. Then again, you probably didn't even register it when he scooped you up by your shoulder, wrapping his arm tightly around you in a side hug. Moving your body as needed to hide his face against your collarbone, smell the cheap, generic body wash he bought for you, almost making him want to lick it off your skin so he could be even closer to you.

You didn't fight, didn't argue. Sometimes, you squeezed his hand back, but that was all you could do, and Dazai adored it. Hidden behind all that anger and desperation was someone longing for affection—his affection. You were searching for his warmth, relying on him for support. Even when you weren't yourself, you were the most mesmerizing being he ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"I got you," Dazai whispered, pressing you even tighter against him. You might not have realized it yet, but you loved him, too. That was the conclusion Dazai came to. You knew he had your back and would always take good care of you for as long as he lived. He wanted to promise you forever, but maybe this lifetime would be enough. That's how he justified his selfish actions: deep down inside you, you loved him, too. There was no other explanation for it, and he'd wait for you to realize it, even if it took all your life.

Glancing at the small, clear bag filled with white powder resting on the kitchen counter, Dazai quickly averted his eyes, telling himself it would be okay. It was just a helpful tool to bring out your true feelings. To help you two get closer and bond. It would be fine if he kept using it. He was happy, and you were happier like this, too.

Happiness was best shared between both of you.

Now, he only had to figure out where he could get more drugs to ensure it.

[mystmesstolemysoul]

What if MC had no choice but to reset? What if, after enough cycles through each story, they know exactly which night they'll go to sleep next to their love then wake up all alone with a text telling them to go to an address they already know by heart. What if MC was cursed with repeating the same events over and over again, falling in love but never getting to grow beyond a certain point with the love of their life?

(lil drabble below the cut. There's a little bit of reset theory sprinkled in, along with a smidge of reference to a song I think goes with MysMes perfectly)

Which guy I'm talking about is intentionally vague so you can imagine your fave <3

Angst with a happy? bittersweet? ending

Not proofread, I don't have time for that shit, sorry lol

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The first time it happened, it was jarring. A panic setting in as you woke up, back in your old old apartment, no sign of him anywhere. Had it all been a dream? Surely not.

Then came the text, and it all came flooding back. What was happening?

You were less fearful this time as you walked up to Rika's apartment, even knowing all that you did now about the mysterious circumstances that had brough you here.

When they, the RFA, your family, greeted you as a stranger, it stung in a painfully nostalgic way. Had they really forgotten all about you? But it wasn't that; they hadn't known you in the first place.

You did some things differently, this time around. You gave more attention to one of the members that you'd brushed off the first time. Confusion clouded you on day five when everything began to drift away from the story you remembered. Despite this change, your new bachelor managed to sweep you off your feet, though you always felt guilty whenever he, your lover from the first time, called or texted. You felt guilty having to push him away to stay loyal to your new man.

You had almost forgotten about that jarring day when everything had reset. Almost. Until it happened again. You were more prepared this time, but felt almost exceedingly empty as you read the text asking for your help. You wanted to ignore it, to stop this toying with your heart. But you knew you couldn't stay away from the RFA. You were bound, heart and soul. So you did as 'Unknown' asked.

You began to dread it more and more each new route, never knowing when you were going to wake up alone and start the cycle all over again. It became numbing. Heartbreaking. But you could never stay away.

Eventually, you'd seen every possible way it could end. There had been a time you'd hoped to find a road that wouldn't end. A path that wouldn't lead to you waking up alone, forced to greet your closest friends as new strangers. But you'd long since given that up.

You'd seen every success, every possible failure. Felt every swell of new love, every shattering heartbreak. Made friends, made enemies, just for it all to be washed away.

There was a time when you'd begun to intentionally run everything into the ground. It was easier to repeat random 5-day loops than to go months, years, before having it all ripped away from you. But bringing them heartbreak hurt you more.

You were careful now. So careful. Especially with him.

You could never bring yourself to be careless with him. You didn't know why, but after a while, he began to stick out to you more than all the rest. No matter which path you walked, he always caught your eye. The way he said things, his way of thinking, how he tried to look out for you in his own little way.

So you pursued him. You'd won his heart before, many times, but you did it again with a purpose. You knew it wouldn't last. You knew one day, you'd wake up and it would all be over. But you loved him. You really loved him. And when the night came that you knew would be the last, you tried desperately not to sleep. But it was as if some curse took over you, forcing your eyes to close. When you awoke, it was all gone.

But you wouldn't let that stop you. Again, you followed him, your north star, your guiding light. Again, you won his heart. And again, you woke up. It was the third time when you noticed something different. Just a moment. A spark. A faint look in his eyes when you saw him face to face, some wondrous shock, as if he couldn't believe you'd chosen him. More than that usual look in his eyes when he saw you for what you believed to be his first time.

But the look wasn't enough for you to say something. Not yet. But a fourth time, you chose him. Then a fifth. Till finally, on the sixth time through, he gave you a look as if you'd gone insane, and he loved you for it. You'd asked without thinking. "You remember, don't you?"

He hadn't had to speak a word for you to know the answer. You knew him too well. He woke up alone, the same as you. And you loved him fiercer. Again and again and again, determined now to always choose him. No matter how repetitive, no matter how painful, you couldn't choose anyone but him, knowing he'd have to watch you fall in love with another man if you chose any other path.

When the fateful night settled in, wrapped up in each others arms, you were silent. You both knew what this night meant. When the daylight comes I'll have to go. You felt his tears trickle into your hair. "I don't wanna start all over."

And you didn't either. "I know, baby, I know." You held him so close, promising, "I'll choose you. I'll always choose you." And you meant it. You'd never be able to make it through now without him. You had him, now, and you weren't letting go.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close, 'cause in the daylight we'll be on our own, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Seventeen & matching/couple items

💕Who; seventeen (individually) x gender-neutral reader 💕What; soft thoughts about the couple items they'd have with their significant other 💕Wordcount; around 1.5k altogether 💕Warnings; none! I didn't even swear in this, go me

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N; this wasn't supposed to be a whole thing which is why there's no capitalisation, plus it's almost 2 am so I am not about to go through and change the style now

seungcheol; definitely rings. i imagine something simple and in silver with both of your initials on the inside so it's more subtle but he can still look down at it when he needs the strength you give him but he's also always giving you his hoodies/jackets/hats and will buy another of any you refuse to give back so you wind up matching that way too but only intentionally in private. cheol likes to show you off but only to those he trusts and loves because he only wants you to feel the love you deserve

jeonghan; jackets, like matching bomber-style jackets with cute embroidery and maybe your names embroidered on them somewhere. but he often steals yours so you have to wear his just so that he can see his name on you he'll definitely come up to you one day like "babe, let's get matching tattoos" only to show you a packet of temporary tattoos he got for some change in a machine. the designs are all clearly aimed at children but you both wind up with arms dotted in these cute little matching images

joshua; something sweet and handmade because it means more. yes, im talking about his handmade bracelets, or beaded keychains you made for each other one lazy afternoon full of giggles as you make each other the most atrocious keychains in a competition to make the worst just for the fun of it. yet you both still adore the keychain gifted to you because the other made it and wear it proudly on your favourite/daily bags omg mugs, every morning(if you live together) he gets up earlier than you on purpose just so that he can make sure that he can make you both your morning beverages(regardless of if you drink hot drinks or not) in the matching mugs. he smiles sleepy and content at you every time without fail as he watches you sip at your mug with the sweet phrase on that matches his own

junhui; i don't know why but i suddenly imagined matching plushies and that feels right. maybe you happened to both win the same one during an arcade date in a claw machine but now you both sleep with that same one on your bed even if it's for an anime neither of you has watched i don't imagine jun purposely getting matching items because it wouldn't really occur to him as he's never felt the need to boast, he's happy with you and he hopes you're the same though when you're out together wandering around stores and see little decor you both like, he'll rush to buy you one each so your living spaces matches. (he's really just slyly making your homes similar enough that it won't seem like such a difference when he asks you to move in)

soonyoung; i actually think he'd be quite subtle with it tbh. he'd give you a tiger plushie keychain to attach to your bag and he'd have a matching one of your favourite animal on his own and will always fiddle with it mindlessly and think of you. so it actually wears out quite often and he has to geta new one. though he keeps the damaged ones in a secret box under his bed because it'd feel like throwing a piece of you out, he really does link the cute little plushie to you so much he might also like something like bucket hats/beanies that match but in simple designs/colours so although you two know they're purposely matching, others will just see you both in plain black bucket hats and think nothing of it other than an easy to happen coincidence

wonwoo; wonwoo would definitely want something just for you two that isn't necessarily an obvious couple item. maybe a cute little enamel badge on his favourite jacket and you have the same on your daily bag also matching gaming headphones because how can i not mention that? even if you don't really game, he'll buy a set he's had his eyes on for ages aimed at couples, with the matching stands and keeps both on his desk so he can look over at your one even if you're not there. always makes him smile to himself and perk up even if he's about to rage quit a game

jihoon; another simple subtle kind of guy. i'm imagining something like braided leather-look bracelets with silver beads with a heart etching which he only takes off to shower/swim and will glare at any stylist who tries to convince him to remove it another one with matching headphones but in this case it's more that jihoon bought you a pair specifically for his studio so that you can listen to what he's working on with him without any outside noises disturbing your peace like can happen with the speakers. sometimes he subtley removes his own when he plays songs you already know just to hear you singing along softly while you do work on your laptop without realising he's listening to you utterly enamoured

seokmin; necklaces, probably multiple of them but his favourite is one of those where you shine a light through the gem and it projects a chosen photo onto the wall or something. the amount of times the others have found seokmin tucked up in a dark corner somewhere awkwardly trying to use the light on his phone to shine through the necklace without removing it is unreal. cute boy just wants to see the first photo you two ever took together for comfort <3 but i also imagine that one upon a time you two were in a store and he saw novelty hats and he didn't manage to slyly buy them for you both because he kept giggling so you found out before he made it to pay but you let him buy them because he looked to happy. so now you both have a novelty hat hanging proudly in your homes, you don't wear them but it makes you both smile to look at

mingyu; everything. he'll want every possible matching couple item. hoodies, bags, hats, rings, bracelets(im emotionally attached to the one he gives reader in this fic i wrote), necklaces, phone cases. omg phone cases, that's his favourite and you can bet there's multiple of them and he matches them to his outfit so every morning you get a selfie of his outfit, but not the case because he likes to make a game out of seeing if you'll guess the correct case to put on your phone that day to match (you always do)

minghao; i feel like he'd like matching necklaces or bracelets, something delicate and simple but full of meaning for you both. he'd especially love a necklace long enough that he can hold the pendant over his heart as he thinks of you when you're apart and hopes you're thinking of him too but he'd also like to make something, maybe one of you buys an embroidery kit one day for you two to try something new together and you personalise matching premade little zip bags(coin purse/toiletry bag idk what you'd call them) to gift each other. obviously as it's your first attempt at embroidery, they don't turn out that great but minghao proudly carries him around all the time with whatever little items he may need during the day and doesn't want to lose in his bag

seokmin; i have no idea why but my brain said shoes and now honestly that seems so random but i can't let it go now so you have matching shoes, a variety to match a range of outfits. They may not be exactly the same(though some are) but they're similar enough to work. seungkwan always smiles dopily to himself then plays it off and side eyes you when you tease him for it, though he's realyl fighting hard not to smile because he really loves the unique way to match with you also matching scarf/gloves/hat sets for the cold weather because he loves bundling you up so you're all cosy snug. the matching aspect is just a happy bonus and definitely always leads to loads of selfies with your matching pink cheeks and noses barely in view under the thick scarves

vernon; t-shirts, band tees, graphic tees, plain ones. just t-shirts. it started because you always stole his and he didn't realise it was because they're his so he bought you the same ones and took his back, only for you to swap them out next time. but he knows now and buys two of pretty much every t-shirt he buys though makes sure to wear one a handful of times before giving that one to you because he knows you like things he's worn he's also the type i think to like carrying a photo of you two in his wallet/tucked hidden into his phone case, like a photobooth one and obviously you have the other half of the strip in your own

chan; honestly, i think chan would just be happy to do whatever you want with matching. he thinks it's cute as hell to match with his partner but he won't really be the one to actively bring it up, just hint "oh look, babe, that couple have matching jackets, isn't that cute?" until you get the hint and ask him to get something matching with you, though he still has you lead it just anything at all would be his favourite regardless of if it was just a cheap prize keyring from the arcade or expensive brand new phones just to match, he won't care so long as he gets to show off that you two belong to each other

A/N- if you liked this, don't forget to let me know so that I know to try and do more things like this & also reblog so others can enjoy it too!

And if you have ideas/suggestions for seventeen content, feel free to send me an ask to help inspire me to write! (or just scream at me about the ideas if you want and I'll likely scream back with a continuation with your own thoughts tbh)