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yoonjae20 · 2 months ago

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Batfam + Danny go on vacation [Bruce/Danny; Spirit Halloween]

Finally we are here at the Beach episode! /joking (well mostly lol). Also we get a much needed conversation between Damian and Danny.

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“So I have been thinking,” Danny starts as they are laying in bed, both of them winding down after a long day. Bruce raises an eyebrow when his husband doesn’t continue.

“Yes?” he prompts and closes the book he had been reading, settling it on the nightstand.

“I feel like we deserve a nice vacation,” Danny finally says.

Bruce knits his eyebrows together, but doesn’t disagree.

“We’ll have to coordinate the patrols, but I guess we should be able to make a trip for a few days.”

Danny exhales, shaking his head as he smiles at Bruce.

“I meant with the whole family.”

Bruce’s eyes widen and he just stares at Danny.

“Yes, that means even Duke and Alfred,” Danny adds. “Barbara and Steph too if they feel like it. They should get a chance to relax.”

Bruce presses his lips into a fine line.

“We can’t let Gotham stay unprotected.”

Danny sighs like he expected this.

“We could always ask Clark-“

Bruce bristles, narrowing his eyes as if he can’t believe what Danny just said.

“No way I’m letting him protect my city!”

Danny rolls his eyes before he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Do you trust Clark?” he questions, staring his husband down.

Bruce squirms in his spot.

“Yes, but-“

“And if Clark asked you to protect Metropolis for him, would you deny him?” Danny interrupts.

“No of course not-“

“Then why don’t you extend him the same trust?” Danny huffs out a breath. “He’s literally your best friend Bruce, and we both know you don’t have a lot of those.”

Bruce doesn’t pout — for the record he doesn’t pout. He grunts, not meeting Danny’s eyes.

“I thought the sessions with Jazz were helping?” Danny asks as the man doesn’t answer. “You know you don’t have to keep pushing away people just because you are afraid of them getting hurt. You and I both know that if something really bad happens I can transport us back to Gotham in a blink.”

“It would be nice to have a vacation once in a while,” Bruce finally admits. “It’s just with everything going on lately… I feel uneasy.”

Danny lets out a fond huff as he kisses the man's cheek.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, right?”

“I hate that I don’t find that patronizing.”

Danny chuckles.

“The perks of being your husband, I guess,” he says cheekily before he reaches over to the lamp on his nightstand, turning it off. “I’ll bring up the idea to the rest of the family tomorrow.”

“I guess I don’t have a say in the matter,” Bruce sighs but it’s fond.

“You know the saying — Happy husband, happy life.”

“That doesn’t even rhyme.”

Danny hushes him and Bruce rolls his eyes before he also turns off his lamp.

“Danny?” he extends into the dark.

His husband hums as Bruce finds his hand under the blanket.

“I love you.”

Bruce can hear Danny’s smile in his voice.

“I love you too.”

They draw a lot of attention as they arrive at the airport despite them taking a private plane. They stop for a moment outside the Gate as Danny does a headcount — making sure nobody got lost (or more like they saw something suspicious and decided to investigate. Yes, Danny is talking about Tim or Bruce.)

Danny claps to get everyone’s attention, the squabbling and banter finally stopping.

“Does everyone have their luggage?” Danny asks. “I know we can easily replace any clothes and essentials, but I know for fact that some of you went behind my back and packed your costumes and weapons nevertheless.”

Danny’s gaze heads to Damian and Tim, the latter who doesn’t meet his eyes. Damian just stares at him with a neutral expression. Danny sighs and shakes his head.

“But I guess it’s asking too much to expect a family full of vigilantes to go anywhere without a safety blanket.”

“Not everyone can simply transform Magical Girl style,” Jason snarks.

Danny narrows his eyes.

“We both know you are the one who is the most strapped to hell,” Danny says. “Do you want me to confiscate everything?”

Jason takes it as the warning it is and shuts his mouth. Danny huffs out a breath.

“I thought so,” Danny states. “Then let’s get out here before the paparazzi flocks here. Everyone on social media must know where we are by now.”

The kids fall in line and Danny and Bruce form the final light. Bruce chuckles.

“I never thought I would miss your bossy side,” he says. “You used to nag me constantly.”

Danny raises an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you want to stir that hornets’ nest?”

Bruce laughs as he puts a hand around Danny’s waist as they walk.

“Of course not — it’s more amusing to not be at the end of it.”

“Well Alfred told me quite some interesting stories-“

Bruce leaves his side and quickly hurries with long strides to catch up with his kids. Danny shakes his head with a smile while Alfred looks at him and Bruce with a knowing smirk. I guess some things never change, Danny thinks to himself fondly.

They arrive at their rented penthouse, all of them going to their assigned rooms to sleep off the jet lag until dinner. Danny pulls out something more comfortable to wear from his suitcase when he sees Bruce settled on the balcony, anxiously staring at his phone.

He lets out a sigh, abandoning the clothes as he steps out. He snatches his husband’s phone, ignoring his protests.

“I told you no social media or reading business emails while we are on vacation,” Danny chides. “Clark will be fine. Steph and Barbara stayed behind as well. Stop catastrophizing.”

Danny glances at the news headlines for Gotham, snickering when he sees the prank Jason and him did on Joker. The graffiti almost looks even better than during the night. It had been quite a rush job to make sure they would have enough time until the flight, but somehow they managed. (It might have helped that Danny used some doppelgängers too.)

They are hoping to draw the rogue out of hiding. He’s been suspiciously quiet the last few months.

“I should have known it was you,” Bruce sighs, “Did it have to be on the Wayne Enterprises building?”

Danny shrugs with a fake innocent smile.

“How can I deny our son?”

Bruce shakes his head, but his lips perk up into a fond smile as he hums.

“Our son,” he murmurs. “I quite like that.”

Danny snorts.

“Of course you would,” he teases before shooing the man inside their room again. “Now let’s go take a nap — I know you are tired too, you can’t fool me.”

“I changed my mind,” Bruce banters. “I don’t like your bossy side.”

“Too late,” Danny says as he pushes him onto the bed, caging the man inside his arms as he smiles.

His core purrs under his chest as Bruce looks at him with obvious adoration. He leans down and kisses the man, sleep quickly forgotten.

Danny sits down on the pier next to Damian who has his knees tucked under his chin.

“Not enjoying the vacation?” Danny asks softly.

Damian doesn’t really react to hearing his voice other than his eyebrows crinkling and Danny has to hold back a coo at the sight of it — he could never be angry at Damian despite what Ra’s did, the boy was just too much like his father. He hums, contemplating if he should give the boy space or push through his obvious discomfort.

He decides to do the former — Danny doesn’t know the boy long enough to truly understand him. While he might act similar to Bruce, there is no 28 year old relationship between them. No unbroken trust. He also has a feeling that Damian would find it patronizing if he treated him a child — no matter that he is one. (And how much anger Danny feels at the fact that he grew up having no real childhood.)

He moves to stand but before he can Damian catches his wrist. Danny freezes, but the boy still doesn’t look him in the eyes as he obviously tries to collect himself.

“Aren’t you angry?” Damian questions. “At what Mother and Grandfather did? At me?”

“I’m angry about a lot of things,” Danny says, keeping his voice calm. “You’ll have to specify on what.”

Damian frowns, dropping his wrist as he pulls his legs even closer.

“I should have never existed,” he says, voice monotone. “How can I call myself the heir of Father’s mantle, when, if it weren’t for Grandfather’s meddling, I would have never been created?”

Danny takes a deep breath, suppressing the rage welling up in him.

“I know for a fact that your father never regretted taking you in,” Danny says. “He always wanted biological children — yes what your grandfather did was despicable, but you know that Bruce doesn’t blame you, right?”

Damian gulps audibly.

“Why wouldn’t he regret it?” he questions. “I’m feral, angry and violent. I can’t read social cues and I don’t trust people. I treated Drake and the rest horribly…” His voice breaks. “I’d rather call people by their surnames than admit that they are important to me.”

“You didn’t call me by my surname,” Danny interjects gently.

Damian finally looks up, struggling to keep his composure and the expression in his eyes is something Danny is way too familiar with. He lets out a sigh as he projects his movements, giving Damian enough time to draw back if he doesn’t want to be touched. When he doesn’t even twitch, Danny crouches down and tucks his head into his chest.

“You don’t have to feel guilty,” Danny soothes as the boy breaks down. “No matter what you think you did, I forgive you.”

Damian clutches Danny’s shirt — for the first actually crying and letting it all out.

“He cried himself out,” Danny whispers as he leans at the door frame, looking at Bruce who strokes through the boy’s hair, where he is settled on their bed. Bruce trembles with barely suppressed fury.

“I should have confronted Ra’s and Talia when I took him in.”

Danny sighs as he crosses his arms.

“You know that wouldn’t have changed a thing,” he says, walking over to the man and Damian, rubbing Bruce’s shoulder. “Damian would have taken it as an attack on his honor.”

“Then after this vacation-” Bruce's voice rises.

“Bruce,” Bruce closes his mouth at Danny’s tone. “He has made so much progress. Do you really want to set him back?”

Bruce presses his lips together.

“You can accompany him if he wants to do it himself,” Danny adds. “But what he really needs right now is you.”

Bruce lets out a heavy sigh.

“I know,” he accepts. “It's just not fair” He squeezes his eyes close. “Not only did they take away the chance of having my first biological child, but they didn’t even tell me about him until it was almost too late. I never saw his first steps. I never heard his first words. I never held him in my arms when he was a baby.”

Bruce balls his left hand into a fist, gritting his teeth. Danny takes his hand, slowly prying it open and holding it before he can hurt himself, carefully brushing over crescent shaped indents.

“You saw him making friends for the first time. You heard his first real, happy laugh. You held him, showing him that touch can be something other than violence,” Danny counters. “We can always make new memories.”

Bruce turns, hugging his stomach as he buries his head in it.

“What did I do without you for 22 years?” the man asks and Danny chuckles, blinking back tears.

“I wonder the same.”

They are relaxing on the beach loungers watching over the rest of their family goofing off in the water, splashing each other as they laugh when Danny gets the alert. He frowns as he looks at the contents. Instantly Bruce notices, looking away from Damian who for once also participates — him and Tim teaming up against the rest — knitting his eyebrows together.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny sighs before he forces a smile on his lips.

“Kingly duty calls,” he lies. “I’ll try to be quick.”

He gives Bruce a quick peck on his lips before he opens a portal, disappearing in it.

It’s only later that the rest of the family realizes that Jason disappeared after he excused himself to get himself a cold glass of water too.

Both of them only return a day later, covered in blood.

Bruce’s hands had shook when he saw them, trembling over their forms when he checked them for any injuries. It was only when Danny gave him a smile that he relaxed.

“It’s not either of our blood,” Danny explains, “Or did you forget that both our blood is contaminated by ectoplasm?”

He grasps Bruce’s both hands, settling one of them over his heart and the other over Jason’s — who surprisingly doesn’t even protest.

“We are fine, Bruce.”

Bruce still clutches both of them close. (He knows what they did, but the only important thing to him is that they are safe.)

“Group hug!” Dick exclaims and runs up to them, quickly forming a cuddle pile as the rest join.

Danny ruffles Damian’s hair when the boy leans against him. Yes, they are safe. (And nobody will be able to change that — Danny will make sure of it.)

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slvtforasht0n · 1 month ago

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Jealousy, jealousy

title inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s track on Sour

.✦ || Boyfriend!Ash x Reader

.✦ || This is your first time being a stagehand at your boyfriend and his band’s show. Even though you couldn’t watch him perform, a particular interaction between him and a female fan piqued your interest. You couldn’t help but look, ought to see what’s happening. Instead, jealousy gets the better of you once you see what’s really going on, your mood permanently shifted. At least, that’s what it felt like.

A/N: first half is highly based on that one interaction that happened in the 5SOS diaries. forever jealous of that girl lol. anyway, i hope you like what i’ve brought out for you for my first post ever. kinda always wanted a tumblr account to post every idea or blurb i get, but ya girl can be very very lazy sometimes.

inspired to write smut ever since i had wattpad. saying this loud and proud. loved duplicity, stall and malignant so there’s that random fact (turn it up for all the other harries/directioners reading this)

i don’t write that much so i’m still trying to improve wherever i need to. ps. english isn’t my first language, so if you do spot grammer/vocab mistakes, it’s not on me sista, still learning:3 sooo i guess i’ll just finish it off by saying this; sit back, relax and enjoy :^)

CONTENT WARNING: fluff & smut, praise kink, oral (m!receiving), spitting, sliiiight dirty talking

WORD COUNT: 5,2k

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As much as you hate your boyfriend in this moment— he wriggled his way to here. His hands all over your frame, reaching to every spot he can find, almost as if his hands have a mind of their own.

His kisses grow more impatient, needy and full of want. Drawing gentle circles against the small strip of bare skin on your back, making you both break the kiss apart with a small gasp.

You weren’t sure of your emotions. Did you want to continue and make him have his way with you? Or did you want to push him away and strangle the living hell out of him?

A faint whimper escapes your lips in between the kiss, his hand traveling down to the heat between your clothed legs. That feeling alone begs to differ. As much as you don’t want to admit to it. You still have that small abhor, but also intense jealousy from what happened prior to all of this.

He breaks the kiss apart, his eyes finding yours. The hazelly green forest almost dispersed into his black pupils, blown out and primed. Fuck… you think to yourself. He looks so provocatively striking, like an erotic sex-god, which is enough to drive you wild— both in a good and a bad way.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” He prompts, his hands finding your waist again to pull you in closer, showing you how induced he is, the want and need inside of him written all over his face.

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This day has been…chaotic, booked, a haywire of physical and mental exertion that drove you into madness. Almost. You only had a 20 minute break before going back to work, crew following along, five different people guffing into your earpiece that just rubs you the wrong way. Being irritated isn’t even slightly nearing to what you’re actually feeling.

Finally, you walked inside the venue, a moment of calm before the storm. Happy you can let your guard down for another minute or two. You take a deep breath, moving scenery and props along with two other crew members, joining in after your one true moment of silence.

Being a stagehand at a show of your own boyfriend is uncommon, just something you’re not really used to. You’re not sure if you’re able to keep your cool seeing Ashton on stage, beating those drums expertisely, face etched into pure concentration. You always found it to be a work of art, to see your boyfriend practicing at home or somewhere that isn’t on a stage.

But hey, you bite the bullet once it’s showtime, having to face away from the stage, meanwhile he’ll be there to steal the show.

The crew had cued that the band arrived several moments later, and as much as you want to run away to find him, you’re still stuck planning, discussing and arranging tonight’s act.

Hours have passed on and exhaustion seemed to get the better of you. The small gig now filled with a couple of thousands of fangirls, boys, moms, dads, you name it. Two thousand to be exact. You’re not sure if it makes you intrigued, or uncomfortable. Either way, you find yourself lucky you’re not in that crammed crowd.

Playing more intimate, smaller shows was out of the ordinary for the band, something they wouldn’t have done a year ago or two.

The show has started not long after, and your back is facing the stage, eyes on all of these screaming fangirls for their idols in front of them, hands in the air, phones recording, but mainly their loud screams that’s luckily muffled by your in-ears. All you could do is focus on the beat of the drums, imagining his every movement of prowess, how trickles of sweat is already forming on his forehead.

You don’t have it in you not to look, so you do. Just the smallest of sneak-peak. Though, his eyes immediately found yours, like all of his focus was on the back of your head this whole time. Your heart starts to pound faster against your chest, turning your head back to the crowd ahead. Just keep your cool… keep your cool— You have to remind yourself every minute. Or rather every second.

You’re glued to the spot, making sure everyone’s safe and sound. However, there’s a small interaction going on between a fan and… Ashton. His voice being heard through the microphone gives you some sort of solace, your focal point on every pronunciation and syllable on the words that falls from his lips.

This particular interaction is focused on the fan’s cardboard sign, stipulating that it’s her twenty first birthday and now legal to drink, suggesting Ashton a shot. They expeditiously agree and brought the stunned girl up stage. Your eyes followed hers, turning around to look at the stage ahead. You didn’t have the heart in you to dismiss this and act like nothing’s going on.

Ashton’s change of demeanour, presence next to this fan, and just the overall vibes he’s got going on throws you right off the wall. It’s like he’s throwing her a curveball of coy behaviour, something that doesn’t sit right with you. It’s either that or you’re overthinking it. But then again, you might not be, especially having your eyes glued on him right now, watching him unfold into someone he’s not.

You hate it. You hated every second of it, watching the scene ahead. She gets to be the one giving your sweaty boyfriend a hug, a prolonged hug. Sharing a shot, looking into his eyes- him looking into her eyes. It’s like hot steams are blowing out of your ears by how much you hate seeing this with your own eyes. If it were possible, you’d throw Ashton’s drum kit right to his head out of spite and anger. You can’t believe him.

You’re definitely not overthinking, since you’ve picked up on him being ‘the man of the show’. Trying to seem more charming and appealing, in all the wrong ways. You know he loves getting this type of attention, boosts his ego in the wrong way and you’d love to just kick him right in the nuts.

Once the show’s over, you’re finally in your own privacy, changing your uniform to your day to day outerwear. A knock is heard on the door, catching you out of your hazy thoughts, while also feeling jealous and incensed. You open the door and you’re immediately knocked down with a feather.

“What are you doing here?” you utter, laced in a grim tone, not expecting to see his cheery face. Ashton stands in front of you, eyebrows raised by your surprising outburst.

“Checking in on my girlfriend. What else would I be doing?” He responds nonchalantly, entering the small room without needing to ask for permission. Of course he wouldn’t.

He runs a hand through his damp curls, looking around the room before looking back to you. It’s like he struggles to read you and why you’re not responding to him, why you’re facing away from him. “Hey…” He starts off, walking up to you and placing his hands on your waist, making you turn around to face him.

You push his hands off your body almost immediately, his eyes on stalks. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he counters, his eyes searching yours.

The more he acts this oblivious, the more you want to give into the idea of kicking him in the nuts and walking out of this room. You decide to just tell him before he’s going for the the well known question ‘are you on your period?’.

“The fuck was that up stage?” you angrily mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

He seems confused, which is one more reason to be angry at him. How can he be so painfully heedless? You desperately need to just knock some sense into that thick skull of his.

“What?” he raises his arms in an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ motion.

“Oh, so now you’ve got memory loss? Great.” you roll your eyes, facing the other way instead of him. Again. How can a human being manage to piss you off this much? It’s inane.

“Amore… tell me.” He waits for you to say something, anything at all, but all you do is stand there and glare, causing him to take a step closer to you. “Was it the girl who I did a shot with?”

Bingo.

You can’t help but roll your eyes again, as if it wasn’t that obvious why you’d be mad at him about that in the first place.

“Oh come on… Nothing happened, alright? Just did her a favour and probably made her whole night.”

“Yeah, right.” You bite back immediately, not buying any of the bullshit he’s spitting. You can’t even look him in the eyes. You’re deranged in anger, but also so confused and hurt. He’d never gone this close to a girl before in all the months you’ve been dating, so he surely needs to understand why you’re acting the way you are.

“Why are you making a big deal out of this?” he murmurs, managing to boil your blood to the point you could burn anything you touch into ashes.

“Are you kidding me, Ash?” you poss in vexation, glaring through his soul. Words can’t express how tense you’re getting and how much you want to wipe that foolish smirk off his face.

“Babe, you can’t be serious, can you?” He sneers, his eyes giving you a once over. You only let out a frustrated sigh, turning your back to him a third time.

You don’t know what he deserves more, a sucker punch right to his jaw or the infamous silent treatment. Maybe both could give him a well-earned reality check.

“Are you seriously mad about some measly fucking interaction? Really, Y/N?” he huffs, seeming more annoyed than amused this time. Which makes you, on the other hand, infuriated by even more rage.

The way he acts so unbothered is insufferable. You turn on your heel, facing him, an angry etched expression on your face he certainly can’t dismiss now. “You were flirting with her, you ass! Right in front of me!” You bark back, sick of his apathetic state. Just utterly sick of him.

“I wasn’t, Y/N! Why would you even think that?” he retorts, his obliviousness turning into annoyance, his arms now crossed over his chest as well.

You don’t respond, only letting out a spiteful scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I really don’t see what’s wrong here. You have no reason to be mad at me. None.” he mutters, which is just the cherry on the cake, isn’t it? You let out another angry huff before turning on your heel and leaving him in the room, despite it being yours.

However, you’re not as quick as you thought you were as he catches your wrist, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t run away from me, baby. None of that bullshit. Talk it out with me, curse me out, just don’t ever shut me out, okay?” he calmly explains, his eyes trained on yours with his eyebrows creased together in concentration on you. Only you. You take a deep breath, flicking your eyes in between his.

“Why were you flirting with that girl?” you ask after a long pause, your eyes focusing on that one curl that fell on his forehead.

“I wasn’t.” He responds, and it just made you feel even more obscured from this ridiculous situation that brought tension between you two.

You’re starting to think you might be overdoing it. Might be a bit of the jealous kind and just making this ought to paint you to be dramatic.

“Is that all you have to say?” you mask getting offended by his short, incoherent reply, just by answering repulsively back.

“What more can I say then? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill here.” He crosses his arms again, and it just messes with your head on what type of emotions and feelings are coursing through him. What his thought process is, ‘cause he’s doing everything he can to dismiss the issue. Dismissing your feelings that are as valid as can be. At least that’s what you wanna think.

“Never mind.” You pull away from his grip, sitting down at the nearest couch. You’re done trying to argue to a wall, because that’s the position you feel like you’re in, feeling trapped in a loophole if he continues to act this clueless.

He looks over at you, no remorse whatsoever, and that somehow rises more anger out of you, though you make sure you keep your poker-face. There’s no point anymore if he won’t try to understand you.

“Are ya really just gonna sit there and stare?” he asks. But after a long pause, he just knows there’s not going to be a reply.

“Silent treatment won’t solve anything, love.” he adds, looking at you across the room, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his hand through his hair again.

“Y/N…Just quit it already, will ya?” he grows more annoyed and impatient by your attitude. However, nothing will make you utter out a word again. Not when he at least attempts to apologise.

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N… I don’t have time for this. I’m sorry, alright? I wasn’t flirting with the girl- would never do that.”

You think to yourself you might have overexaggerated on wanting an attempted apology, cause it just pisses you off even more.

“Talk to me…” he prompts, taking a few steps closer to you.

You don’t respond, and he takes it as some sort of indication to stride closer. He takes your hands in his, pulling you up to your feet and cupping your jaw, making sure you look him in the eyes. “Please?”

You hate him. You hate him so much you’re becoming a tough nut to crack, and he’s fully aware of that. He knows how stubborn and jealous you can get over the smallest things. Still, you don’t know where his mind is.

He pulls you in for a kiss, connecting his lips with yours, catching you by surprise. His hands are trailing down your body and reposing on your waist, pulling you closer than before.

If this is how he ventures his way out to say sorry to you, when you can’t take it as a simple word, you’re not…entirely against it.

You stare profoundly into his eyes after he breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours—But your feelings are very conflicting. You so want to give in, but you’re still mad. And you still hate him. Well, you’re trying to make yourself hate him.

It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve uttered out a word, but that’s none of your concern as you pull him in for another heated kiss, your hand finding its way through his tousled hair, earning a soft groan on his end. His tongue slips out and swipes at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth as you oblige immediately.

He has you fully wrapped around your finger. You can’t even be mad at him anymore, even if it’s play pretend.

His hands are on your waist, but it didn’t take long before one hand slips between your legs, making you instantly weak in the knees.

“Let me make it up to you, amore mio.” replays in your mind over and over when you brought him in for another desperate kiss, pouring out all of your feelings and love for him. The way he said it, the desperation in his voice and his dilated eyes— you can never say no to that. You need him.

You’re a hot mess, letting out huffs of pleasure as he continues to palm you through your jeans, like an attempt to hear you, even if it’s not through articulated words.

He pulls away from your lips, traveling his heated series of kisses down to your pulse-point, eliciting another hot whimper out of you. You’re dazed and all you want is more. More of him. Just more.

He hoists you up, your legs immediately clinging around his hips as he leads you towards the small couch, laying you down and hovering his body over yours.

He’s such a sight for sore eyes, carrying the grace of dawn and the mystery of dusk. Your eyes wandering over every feature of his face, just taking him in. He bites back a smile, his eyes lingering on your chest, then back to your eyes. “Want me to make you feel good, yeah?” his voice is ragged with desire, low and husky that has such a toll on you.

He goes back in for a fervent kiss before you could even respond, pouring out all of his love for you that makes you forget the anger you once had a thousand times more. Your hands wander over his shoulders, all the way down to his hips, pulling him in closer, trapping him in between your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a low grunt in between the kiss, his hips grinding against your heat, drawing out another small sound out of you. His hands that has a mind of its own fondling your breasts through the thin material of your shirt, like he couldn’t get enough of you and he physically needs more. You want more of him too, totally entranced by him, the heat of desire pooling in between your legs with an intensified want to have him in ways that’s unrefined. He moves towards the crook of your neck again, marking you up as his.

You’re already impatient as is, your uncoordinated fingers fumbling with his belt, like you can’t stand seeing him in clothes for another wasted second. He lets you, still immersed in marking your neck up, making sure there are angry marks left behind.

Once you’ve found the zipper of his tight jeans, you tug the material down, his hands coming in rescue and helping himself out of his jeans. In an instant, he pulls at the hem of your shirt, dragging the material over your head and throwing it somewhere in the room. Your eyes have wandered off to the door behind him and suddenly you’re too aware that someone could walk in easily.

“Babe… this room has no lock.” you mention, evoking a small smirk on his face. “Don’t you think it’s more fun that way? No one’s gonna come in.” He teases, eyes shamelessly staring at your bra, like he’s trying to smog up the power to disappear things with his mind.

“But-“ he’s quick to pipe you down by a kiss on the lips. “No ‘but’s’, you’re safe with me, amore.”

You pull him back in, sick of prolonging this any longer and seriously needing a good fuck if he’s gonna make it worth the while. If this is his way to at least attempt to apologise, then he better makes it good. Not that he has ever disappointed you in that division.

He hovers over you again, faces inches from yours, his hand snaking under your back to unclasp your bra in what feels like a nanosecond. He pulls the material off your body like it’s some sort of pest- like he’s been wanting it off since the moment he had laid eyes on you. He nips and sucks at your skin, hands exploring every inch of you. He licks a stripe right above your boobs, staring up at you with a well-known grin, eager to have his way with you.

He swipes his tongue over your sensitive nipple, lapping you up and then latching you in between his lips, paying great attention to you with his mouth, suckling and nibbling on your flesh. His other hand wanders to your untended breast, his fingers playing with the other nipple. You let out a soft whimper, already captivated by his fervent skills, your fingers threading through his soft curls.

Your eyes catches his, a sultry grin appearing on his face that has you overdriven with more arousal, more desire for him.

He moves to your other nipple, giving it the same, equal attention, drawing even more sounds and pants out of you.

All you really want is for him to hurry up. Your mind can’t get off of that damned door that has no lock on it, and he’s about to undress you intimately, which has made you apprehensive. He quickly catches on by your stiff demeanour and he lowers himself down, licking a long strip down your bare stomach- trying to make you forget about the door.

You lull your head back, your breath ragged and uneven as you tug at his golden strands tighter than before, earning a low grunt from him. He sure knows how to make you forget about stuff in an instant.

He has his hands on each side of your hips, trailing them towards the button of your black jeans. He works his way to get you out of your clothes, fast and determined, pulling the fabric down your thighs as you help him kick off the material.

“So gorgeous f’me, amore.” he grunts, quickly discarding his shirt off of him, accentuating his perfect, sweaty body to you, the sculputred abs and delicious pecs staring right at you as we speak. You sit up straight on the couch with only the flimsy laced underwear you’re wearing covering three percent of your body at most.

His eyes widen the moment you drop down to your knees in front of him, head-level with the black boxer briefs clung tightly on him. It highlights the swell of his tent that’s covered by the thin material of his Calvin Kleins. Your doe-eyed expression seems to get the better of him, already biting his bottom lip from your sight.

You waste no time, hooking your fingers under the material of his boxers, sliding them down ‘till they drop to his feet. He’s quick when it comes to stepping out of them, eager for you.

You’ve seen him like this before, plenty of times even, but right now— it’s like his arousal is as painful as it seems. His tip an angry shade of pink, pre-cum glazing down to his shaft. His breathing is laboured, his eyes concentrated on you, like he’s trying to moderate himself, keeping everything under control before he snaps.

You wrap your hand around his cock, the smallest of touch already making him hiss in pleasure. With deep shared eye contact, you start to pump him slowly, collecting the pre-cum that’s spilling out of him, whirling it over his tip, eliciting another desperate whimper from his agape lips. His eyebrows are creased, the purity in his eyes completely gone- reciprocated into something more coarse and obscene.

“Baby.. open your mouth.” he demands in a breathier tone, and you instantly oblige. With that, he cups your jaw with both of his large hands, his eyes intensely staring at yours. You don’t know what to expect, but he stars to hover over you, his face significantly closer to yours. He gives you that snarky smirk you know all too well, and then makes sure to lift your jaw a little up higher as he spits into your mouth without caution. Your eyes widen a little, his spit landing right on your tongue.

“Now swallow f’me, amore.” he orders, and you do exactly as he says.

Jesus…even in times like these— he still tastes divine.

His one hand threads through your hair, his other leaving the underside of your chin. “Show me what you’ve got…be my good girl.” he growls, standing up straight. You’re completely gone off guard by this small interaction between you and him, but you quickly shake it off, your trembly hand going back to where it was before.

You lick a strip up over his shaft, swirling your tongue on his tip that has him already writhing for more. You finally take him in your mouth, wrapping your lips sweetly around him and taking him inch by inch, a swall groan leaving his lips in exchange.

You set up a space, sucking him as you wrap your hand around the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth, his hand threading in your hair expeditiously. Low grunts and groans escapes his mouth, totally entranced by your ministrations as he couldn’t help but thrust forward, meeting your pace and rhythm all. He hits the back of your throat at every thrust, tears already brimming in your eyes that eventually seeps down to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but suck him with more precision, eyes deeply concentrated on his breathtaking face.

The desperation and anguish is written all over him, like he couldn’t bear this and needs you in ways where it’s humanly impossible to describe. Sweat already trickles over his forehead, eyes pleading for you, in a way that makes you believe his pupils are contorted into spelling your name- his want like a screeching howl that blares through your eardrums.

In a quick motion, he pulls out of you and you take your time to catch your breath, heaving them out like you’ve ran a marathon, quickly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He pulls you to your feet, hands on your hips and instantly pushing you backwards on the couch as your back hits the cushions, laying flat on the surface. Hovering over you, he delicately scans his eyes over your whole frame, taking in every detail from your tousled hair to your almost naked self. He traps himself in between your spread out legs, his length making contact with your lower abdomen, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His arms are on each side of you, a few strands of his curls hanging over his forehead. “Need to fuck you, baby. Need you right now.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse and his tone laced in pure lust.

You bite your bottom lip as he positions you, hands firmly grasping your hips in desperation. “Please…” You utter out, the only thing your lips can form as a sole word, while your mind is going a million miles an hour with how much you have to say.

The warmth of his palms are soon replaced by the cool air hitting your hips, his hands sliding down to your thighs as his fingers prudently play with the lace of your underwear. “So beautiful…” He murmurs in almost a whisper. “I only have eyes for you, you know that right?” He adds, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, examining him. “I know...” you reply in a soft mumble and his lips quirk up in a lopsided smile.

You glance down his body, and the sight alone has you as weak as water. He pumps himself a few times, eyes still trained on yours. He pulls at the laced material of your panties, prodding his length right under the fabric as he teasingly begins to rub himself against you. You let out a stifled moan, eyebrows creased upwards in simple pleasure. He’s fervent with you, fastening his pace ever so slightly that drives you insane. “So wet f’me, yeah?” he grunts, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your soft moans are muffled in between the kiss as his hand that rested on your hip is now gripping your thigh, quickly hooking it over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, gliding himself inside you fervently with your panties now pushed aside. A soft gasp escapes your throat, head already lulled back by how full he’s making you feel once he’s fully inside. After making sure you adjust to him, he begins to set up a slow pace, hovering over your body even closer as this new profound feeling intensifies, hitting you in all the right places.

“So fucking pretty for me, baby… Let me hear you, yeah? Moan f’me…” he praises, and all you could do in response to that is grow louder- despite still being in a semi-public setting. There’s a small chance someone could walk in, or even hear you through the door, but your mind is elsewhere. It’s on him, totally engulfed in pleasure he gives you.

“Taking me so well…” He pants, heaving out breaths as his thrusts start to become rougher, dragging out more moans out of you. “So good for me, aren’t you? Gonna fill you up so well...” He continues, his hands trailing over every inch of your body, fingers lightly pinching at your nipples, eliciting another whimpery moan from your lips.

He continues to thrust into you deliciously, hooking your other leg over his other shoulder, this newfound angle hitting your sweet spot delightfully over and over again. Moans spill out of you in an overwhelming sensation, that’s probably music to his ears by the way he’s thoroughly captivated by you.

His own moans fall from his lips once your hips buck up to match his rhythm of his thrusts. “I’m so close...” you heave out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He takes this as a sign to fuck you harder. Rougher. Like he wants to break you in half.

He adds his thumb to your sensitive clit, drawing out louder moans, that has no way of becoming less when it’s only pitching up higher in decibels. “You’re so fucking hot, baby…So perfect.” he praises you, totally wrapped up in utter pleasure, the slapping sounds of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Please…” you plead in a high whimper, not really sure why, but you’re completely overdriven in ecstasy, his thumb on your sensitivity never leaving you which adds to more pleasure, egging you on.

“Yeah, amore mio? Gonna give it to me, aren’t you? Show me… Show me how good I make you feel.” he groans completely out of breath, his chest glistening with his own sweat. He leans down, folding you in half like a damned pretzel, hitting you even deeper than before. He nips on the skin at the crook of your neck, humming against you.

“Making me feel so good…” he murmurs against your skin, his thrusts piercing more moans out of you, knowing how much you enjoy his rough side.

The bubbling feeling inside your lower abdomen intensifies by the minute, exhibiting that you’re nearing the finish line. He knows by your desperate pants and graphic sounds as he strives to get you to the pinnacle point of pleasure, picking up on his thrusts, fucking you harder against the cushions with fervor.

Your brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs, moving from left to right in a stirring pan as his lips finds yours in a sweet quick kiss, pulling away to look at you. His hands grip your waist as tight as ever, definitely leaving a mark behind. His whimpers like a melody you can never get sick of, no matter how many times you’re willing to repeat the same tune.

A few more thrusts in and you hear the familiar ringing in your ears as you near the edge completely, your climax washing over you like a tidal wave. You scream out his name in the process, clenching sweetly around him as he follows right behind you and finishes, trails of curse words falling from his lips in heavy grunts—filling you with his cum.

He unhooks your legs from his shoulders, pulling out of you with a small gasp. He crashes down next to you, heaving out hefty breaths. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to his glistening body. “See? You’re safe with me, just like I told you.” he breathes, letting out a soft chuckle.

You turn your face to look at him, a genuine smile formed on your lips, despite being completely out of breath. “Mmmh, never said you were wrong.”

He chuckles in response, planting a sweet kiss to your temple. “You felt incredible baby, definitely needed this after the show.”

You smile, all the anger and jealousy from before completely wiped off of you. “I always do.” you counter with a smug grin, giving him a bit of a tease.

“A win-win situation for me, eh?” He eyes you, eyebrows raised with a cheeky smile. You laugh, shaking your head. “Definitely.” You agree, a small giggle followed after.

“So… I take it that you’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, his voice laced in a sincere tone.

You had almost forgotten about how immensely infuriated you were before this happened. “I forgive you.” you murmur, glancing at him.

“I mean it when I told you I only have eyes for you.” he utters, pulling you even closer than before, pecking the top of your head.

This was definitely a way to end the night, after a very small gig took place and how the man of your dreams next to you can have you riled up in anger as well as desire in the span of two seconds. You’re not complaining about it at all. You wouldn’t have him any other way— even if it means all the ups and downs that comes with it.

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queenkamisama · 3 months ago

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idk how many of you noticed but Jason’s proportions (especially his arms) always seem so off to me. like if they doesn’t even care about basic human anatomy, they always give my man those underdeveloped(?) arms as if he was 4 or smth:/ are they always in a rush? or maybe they just don’t care. or they’re blind lol. if i were the artist in a company that is this big, i’d rather stare at my art for DAYS before i send them the finished piece. i’ve always been so critique about myself, i could work on a drawing for WEEKS (that happens me all the time cuz I’m never satisfied with my work) until i see it as “perfect”. i know that in the og mcl the proportions are really bad sometimes, but that was like 10 years ago and i just can’t believe they didn’t see this big deviation(?) (cuz when i saw the illu the first thing i noticed were his arms), or are they just really don’t care? btw this is NOT a hate post or anything like that, i’m just thinking loud as always lol

i know there’s a lot of work in these illustrations, most of them are beautiful, but sometimes i feel like they just focusing on the quantity not the quality (for ex. the paid packs are always more detailed than an episode outfit, but!! i already see some changes in the newest ep, because the clothes are really really cool!!)

anyways, i got tired of seeing my man with t-rex arms so i fixed it as much as a could!!

love u babe🦖💔

#amordoce #amoursucre #corazondemelon #mcl #mclng #cdm #mycandylove #beemoov #mcl new gen #my candy love #my candy love new gen #amour sucre new gen #amour sucre #amor doce #oc #illustration #spoiler

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confusedasever · 6 months ago

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I love your human designs!! Did something inspire them? Especially Logans and Virgils

How I made the human au designs!

All my designs are based off common fandom headcanons I’ve seen and enjoyed. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious lol. I loved taking inspiration from the other amazing human fander artists out there. It’s like a group project also isn’t it cute how the “light” sides hair goes one way and the “dark” sides hair goes the other? That was accidental.

(Fun fact a former dear friend helped with the designs of Patton and Virgil. So props to them. Thanks star!)

The designs:

🌩️Virgil: short, black hair, purple streak to look cool, (the eyes were my friends idea) really good fashion. He’s part of the freckle club. Plus he has pointy elf ears! Often wears earrings and is haunted by the ghosts of his past. My friend did the heavy lifting so if you like Virgil’s design thank them.

🪐Logan: tbh it’s just character designs I like + normal Logan, dark eyes, eye bags, freckles, ties, glasses, why change perfection any more than you have to right? I just draw him like first try every time too it’s scary lol he just appears

🍰Patton: (Another design I got help with) rounder body type, fluffy curly blonde hair, round glasses freckle club member. Manages to look like the worlds cutest man. He’s the only one with a fully rendered drawing. Logan steals his clothes.

🥇🥈Roman & Remus: these identical twins look like Alex and Alex’s evil twin from stardew valley ngl but they’re designs are inspired by Roman typically being coloured tanner than the others. Remus dresses like he wants attention, Roman dresses like he’s a cartoon character. They’re ahoge’s are crowns cause why not?

🐍Janus: first Janus appearance. Pale, angular and blonde. The scales are now a scar that covers most of his body. (Blind and dead on that side) Still managing to slay. Even if he dresses very oddly. Tries to look rich looks lame instead. Kinda a bad person. Sorry Janus at least you still have a hat. I hate drawing hats.

☕️🍬Remy&Emile both have designs but tbh they’re pretty much entirely just ocs me and my friend made very loosely based on sander sides so idk if I’ll ever share them.

#sander sides #sanders sides fanart #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #Remy and Emile mentioned #logan sanders my beloved #human au #human sander sides #character design

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moodymuu · 6 months ago

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Not y’all noticing the way I draw Sig XD

Well I guys it’s obvious, plus my style hasn’t changed that much lol

Pentagon shaped face, baggy clothes, purple eyes, one antenna :3

Yes I used to be Weeping lol and moved to a different account.

But why you may ask? Imma just copy paste what I said to a person I dmed.

Main reason was because I was getting too addicted to fame and was causing me to dislike me art/low self esteem. Yes, I could have just taken a longer break, but I hated looking my account. It didn’t reflect what I liked anymore. So I have this one, where it’s main focus is my mental health, my friends, and what I personally like. Hope this is reasonable/makes sense. I’m bad at explaining my thoughts/feelings.

To sum it all, I was going down a mental spiral. Yay! I’m not completely better or might not ever be, but Im trying. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

(I probably shouldn’t have internet all… but I’m stubborn so it’s my own fault :’3)

#yes I was weeping I really don’t have anything to hide #just wanna chill w my friends and draw #bleh #ramblings

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puppyypaws · 5 months ago

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ghost!

cg! clockwork / feminine! regressor! reader

AN: this is for ageretober day 3! i’m doing it out of order i suppose :B also, clockwork does live in slendermansion, but she’s not necessarily a proxy because she hates slenderman. i dunno, don’t think too much about it lol! i hope you enjoy reading! sfw interactions only please!

CW: a tad angsty, but it’s more hurt/comfort! use of the f word. unfortunately, i don’t know how well the creeps would be able to control their cursing lol

pitch black darkness filled your room, only a sliver of moonlight peeking through your large window. clutching your comforter, you had tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

it was silly. you lived in a mansion full of less-than-friendly-looking people and you were scared of this.

earlier that night you had stood in the kitchen, making some tea before bed. you were feeling perfectly fine and perfectly big. that was until you heard a large thump come from the laundry room.

fear instantly feared your veins. usually you wouldn’t be so scared, just chalking it up to someone in the mansion being loud. however, you knew for a fact everyone was in their rooms. you were the only one down here.

fearing it may be an intruder, you grabbed the closest thing you could find to defend yourself with, your teacup. creeping into the laundry room with trepidation, you swung open the door.

no one was in there.

the shelf which held various laundry detergents was now on the ground, somehow broken off from the wall. you looked around and absolutely no one was in here.

it had to have been a ghost!

your fear instantly made your mind go fuzzy, sending you deep into your headspace. you bolted to your room, slamming the door shut and burying yourself under the covers. the ghost couldn’t see you if you couldn’t see it.

for the whole night, you couldn’t sleep. you desperately wanted your mama, knowing she would protect you from anything. however, her room was across the hall. the ghost could easily snatch you up in a second.

you whimpered, fat tears rolling down your face. you know you had to be brave. nats room was just a few seconds away, and if you brought your stuffie with you, they would protect you.

screwing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath, you threw the covers off. cold air instantly met your skin, causing chill bumps to litter your legs. the grating sound of squeaky hinges made you flinch. you clutched onto your stuffie. you were fine. you could be brave.

as soon as you opened your door, nats room came into view. it was just across the hall, but it felt like it was miles away.

you made a run for it, little feet pitter pattering across the creaky wood. when you finally reached her door, your gently pushed it open. nat left her door unlocked at night in case you needed anything. you felt a little bad about disturbing her sleep but this was an emergency!

one you safely made it into her room, shutting the door behind you, you let out a breath you had no idea you were holding. you were safe now.

nats room was slightly messy, but it brought a warm comfort to you. her desk was filled with pens and colorful pencils. sketchbooks sat piled atop it, and drawings you had made her were pinned on the wall.

clothes littered her floor, even though she was very strict about your room staying clean. in the middle of the room was her bed. sheets and blankets alike were messily strewn across the mattress, and you could faintly make out a natalie shaped lump in the middle of it.

nat was a light sleeper. almost everyone in the mansion was. you tiptoed closer to her sleeping form.

“mama?” you shakily called, poking her arm ever so gently.

natalie shifted a little before opening her eyes groggily. you could tell she was a little disoriented, and then her eyes turned to you. bushy brows knitted together with concern at your weary demeanor. it wasn’t often you woke her up in the middle of the night.

“ma minouchette?” she asked, raspy voice sounded confused. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

the sound of your mamas warm, comforting voice immediately made the floodgates burst open. you had been so scared all night, and you were so small. you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep because of the supposed ghost. too many big emotions swirled in your belly, and it was too much for you.

“m scared mama,” you weakly sobbed, moving to climb into her bed. you quickly settled in her strong arms, finding your molded place on her lap.

“angel, what happened? did someone hurt you?” she asked with a dangerous tone lacing through her words.

“t-the ghost did!”

“what?” natalie asked in amusement, running her fingers through your hair.

you explained to her the story of the supposed ghost. how you were in the kitchen when you heard a loud sound come from the laundry room, but when you went to investigate nothing was there. you told her it immediately caused you to be small, and that you were so scared of the ghost you ran straight to your room.

by the time you finished explaining, natalie was biting her lip in order to hold back a smile. she didn’t want to laugh at you and embarrass you. however, sometimes you were just too cute.

“my silly girl, there’s no ghost.”

you looked up to her with wide eyes, conviction written across your face.

“mama, no one was there! the ghost made the loud sound,” you nestled deeper into her chest as you explained.

natalie hummed, pulling you closer. “it was probably one of the boys. most likely ran after they fucked up. it’s okay, angel.”

you whined, wanting to believe her but convinced it was a ghost.

“and even if it was a ghost,” she continued. “you have nothing to worry about, mon amour. you know mama will always keep you safe.”

you nodded your head, letting the wave of comfort wash over you. here, you felt safe in your mamas arms, and you knew she would let absolutely nothing get to you.

“have you slept at all tonight?” she asked gently, to which you shook your head in response.

she cooed, gently laying the both of you down. you remained cuddled up next to her. her scarred arms rubbing your back in comforting circles.

you felt your eyes grow heavy. the tic, tic, tic of her eye gently lulling you to sleep. now, you had completely forgotten about the ghost and the fear that came with it. you knew you were safe.

chapped lips were pressed against your forehead in a tender kiss. “goodnight, mon bébé.”

the next morning during breakfast, ben and natalie both walked in together. the blonde sporting a black eye, and natalie looking at him with a smug look.

later on that day, ben holed up in the laundry room to begrudgingly fix the shelf he broke. he silently cursed clockwork for ratting him out.

translation from french:

ma minouchette - my little girl

mon amour - my love

mon bèbè - my baby

@cupidspup i hope it’s okay to tag you! i know you said you wanted to be tagged if i wrote anything else :B

#creepypasta agere #sfw agere #sfw age regression #age regression #clockwork #natalie ouellette #౨ৎ story time

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thought-bubble-doodly-doo · 2 years ago

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Clown Month 2023 Day 1 (Clownsona)

I immediately lost all ability to draw well as soon as I tried to draw today, so please take this recycled asset and a few doodles as my first entry. ;;;

Don’t you just hate when that happens? You wanna draw so bad, but as soon as you have the time you suddenly lose all your ideas and talent. :’(

But I’ve had this Clownsona for a while now, so if you wanna learn more I have info about how I went creating her under the cut. UwU. :3c

Clown Month is a 30 Day Drawing Challenge. For more info or to draw along please see @clownartmonth

Clownsona Fun Facts!

1. Her name is Comedi-anne, because I love a good pun.

2. I based her off the Pierrot! The Pierrot is a sad clown archetype with its roots dating all the way back to the Commedia Del’arte! Traditionally, it’s an all black and white clown with oversized clothes and a conical hat. But I added a few more colors, because I thought all black and white would be boring. At the same time, if I tried to do a more vibrant white-face clown I know I would’ve gone overboard and had no color cohesion throughout the piece. I tried to limit myself a little with just primary color accents. :3c

3. Although Pierrot was her base, I did do a little pattern mixing with the diamonds and stripes. The diamonds were inspired by the classic Harlequin look and the stripes were inspired from the pattern mixing traditionally found in the Auguste!

4. I added the star motif before I learned that Pierrots became to be associated with the moon (cuz melancholy and emotions and whatnot). But I like it too much to change it.

5. The stitched heart was a hold-over from a previous persona I had. Something pretentious I came up with about how I use art to work through wounds that never full healed or something. Lol

6. Originally, she wore a mask (hence the no mouth.) Which is odd, because unlike most other Commedia Del’arte characters, the Pierrot didn’t use a mask, just whitening his face with make-up. But I also had this pretentious idea about how art should “speak for itself,” so I made her silent. But now I think it’s not a mask and her jaw just unhinges to show a goopy blackness like the Slenderman. :3c

7. July is my birthday month, so I think it’s really cool that I’m getting into clowns just in time for Clown Month. It feels like a well-timed birthday present from God. UwU

#clownsona #clown month 2023 #clown month 2023 day 1

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azures-bazar · 2 years ago

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Peculiar Scents

Let's be honest, almost everyone agrees that 1899!John rarely takes baths and is somewhat dirty all day long ! lol

And here is another very weird one-shot my brain managed to work with ! I wrote this between 2 coffees while on a break, please don't mind my awful mistakes ! :')

The gif can be explained later in this one-shot ! This is not a ship.

John Marston x GenderNeutral!reader

Word count : 2k

Short summary : You can’t stand it anymore. This smell is terrible ! John didn’t wash in three weeks... and you can't let him keep going.

A/note : This is NOT A SHIP ! The reader is having a very friendly/sibling-like relationship with John Marston. I’m too much into John x Abigail (or even John x Javier), sorry :’)

Tags : cute, John is terrified of water, ancient rubber duck, flowers, bath, good and bad scents, John is always dirty, chapter 3, siblings

"No !"

John’s voice sounded across camp. You and Sean had been chasing him for over an hour to convince him to wash himself. You had first attempted to be very nice to him, gently asking him to just rub a piece of wet cloth over his body, which did not seem to work much. Sean was more brutal, carrying ropes to lasso him while John kept walking around camp to get away from the two of you. However, despite giving your best effort to convince him to clean himself a little, John was not ready to accept your request. Abigail had begged you while Arthur had given up, you kindly obliged.

"Pa’ always stinks !" you heard Jack say almost twice a day

"I can’t walk by his tent no more." the girls had told you

"Sometimes I feel like there’s a rotting corpse in his tent !" Pearson often complained

"I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he’s peeing by his bed every morning to mark his territory…" Bill usually sighed when passing by John’s tent

In fact, you were one of the first victims of his terrible smell. Your tent was right next to his, and his horrible scent of sweat could only make you feel nauseous as soon as you would wake up and while he would open his tent flaps, unleashing his body odours for at least five minutes. The two of you were always paired to go on guard duty at the same time, so it meant that you were sharing the same schedule when it came to rest in your respective tents. Dutch had firmly refused to move your quarters away from John’s, believing it would certainly enrage Ms. Grimshaw and disturb her overall organisation. He also thought it would lead other members to actively start asking the girls and Arthur to move their tents depending on their moods… and Sean would have been the first to ask for his tent to be moved closer to Lenny’s.

As far as you could recall, John had always hated baths, and it was painfully hard to convince him otherwise. When you got inducted into the gang by Dutch, just five or six years after John, you could easily remember his smell and how bad you felt when he was too close to you, feeling nauseous most of the time. You adored him, he was the closest to a brother to you, you were always paired with him and hanged with him quite often, but his overall body odour could not make you stay near him for more than a hour without leading you to get some serious migraines. He would wash every once in a while, probably three times a month, which was a miracle considering his hatred for water in general.

Quite often, Arthur had to hogtie him and drop him into the nearest lake or river, or even go to the closest saloon to give him a proper bath. And, indeed, John hated that. He hated being hogtied and forced into water and would never miss the opportunity to complain whenever someone would do that to him.

"Get back here, Marston !" Sean shouted from behind you

"I said no !"

"Oi, ya ain’t gonna go far, we can track ya with yer bloody scent !"

Arthur watched you pass before him with a smirk, proceeding to draw a scene of you and Sean chasing Arthur in his journal. He could feel empathy for the two of you, despite this sight was probably the most delightful comedy he had ever watched so far. He had been at your place for years, and seeing someone else have to catch Marston to give him a bath was a very nice comedy to watch !

"John, please !" you shouted

"Leave me be !"

You kept walking around camp for a while as Sean was preparing his lasso. John’s quick walk was also quite comical to watch, the way he moved his hips and arms made him look like a real clown. A dirty clown. You grumbled as John started running away from camp, quickly getting on your horse as Sean followed you, climbing on Ennis. He was ready to lasso John, who was trying his best to get away from Clemens Point by running as fast as he could. What a surprising thing to watch, just a few weeks ago, he could barely walk due to his recent scars !

"C’mon Marston !" Sean laughed. "Some water ain’t gonna kill ya !"

"Leave me and my dirt alone !" Marston shouted

"Ain’t got a chance !" you laughed

John was not going to let anyone take him to take a bath. He hated water, he always had. Bessie had been the only one who had successfully convinced him to bathe, he would do it as soon as she would ask. However, since her passing, it had been overwhelmingly difficult to get Marston to take a bath. He was deadly scared of water, for some reason. Arthur did try his best to teach him to swim, but Marston never succeeded, nearly drowning more than once. It always took a few gang members to drag him into water by now, and you were often among these poor fellers that would be chosen to give him a bath.

After a very short time, Sean successfully lassoed John, you went down your horse, you tied his hands in his back. He started swearing, begging you to let go, wriggling as much as he could to set himself free. You had to pinch your nose, what a terrible smell ! Even Sean, who’s overall body odour was mix between whiskey and cigarettes, smelled better than John !

"Yer goin’ to take a bath, Marston !" MacGuire happily said, dragging John to Ennis

"Leave me alone !" he responded, wriggling his arms to get the rope away from his wrists

"I can’t stand your smell anymore, John." you grumbled. "I seriously can’t. So you’re going to take a bath or…-"

"Or what ?! I ain’t a kid no more, Y/N ! You can’t just scold me like a child ! I ain’t a…-"

"Next time, I’ll take our boat right here and throw you into the lake so you won’t ever reach the edge of Clemens Point."

John gasped and grumbled, nodding in shame as Sean dragged him on Ennis. You led the way to Rhodes, heading to the saloon in which MacGuire paid for John’s bath, but refused to come with you. You were going to deal with him alone, while Sean would certainly drink at the counter and probably pass out. All the work was on shoulders, but you agreed with that. You led John to the bathroom, quickly pulling his pants down. Indeed, you were going to have to get him naked, which would certainly be the hardest thing you would ever have to do.

"H-hey !" he blushed

"Wanna get wet clothes ?" you asked

"No, but do you really need to undress me ?"

"Unless you do it yourself."

John rolled eyes. You headed to the door and locked yourself in with him, he rose his hands for you to untie them. You obliged and turned around, giving him enough privacy to undress, grumbling a little while sliding into the bathtub. The water was foamy enough for you to avoid seeing his body parts, making you feel much more comfortable. Indeed, you did not want to see John bare body, so you would not dig your hands in the warm water. You turned back, John was keeping his knees close to his chest, giving you a death stare as you approached.

"You ain’t gonna drown here, John." you said. "Relax."

"I hate you, Y/N. I hate you and Sean."

"No need remind me, I already know that and love you too."

"I said I ha…-"

"Me too."

You walked around the bathtub, looking around the shelves, picking a very peculiar yellowish form into your hands. A rubber duck, you had seen many of these on the shelves of a variety of shops, they were relatively new in stores. John could not relax, you quickly threw the rubber duck in the tub, making him gasp as water got splashed over his grumpy face.

"What the hell is that ?!" he asked, rubbing his eyes

"It’s a rubber duck." you answered. "I think they got these to keep children entertained."

"Do I look like a child ?!"

You nodded with a large smile, causing John to turn shades darker. You had been aware about him being constantly belittled by Arthur, frequently being told he was a child… you even heard Hosea mention that even little Jack was far much docile !

"When you refuse to take a bath, I swear I feel like I’m having Jack right here. It’s funny, though." you laughed

"Damn."

"It ain't my fault if you can't behave better than your four-year-old boy."

"You can't be serious right now."

You laughed and shrugged, causing Marston to sigh. You watched John looking at this strange realistic looking rubber duck while washing his hair, calmly rubbing his scalp. He quickly became obsessed with this rather strange duck you have him, not even realising anything about his current situation. It gave you more space to wash him without a single complaint. You still allowed him to do clean the bottom parts of his body, not wanting to go any further than his chest. John sighed, still keeping the duck under his arm as MacGuire knocked at the door.

"Dead-Eye MacGuire here !" he shouted. "Open the door ! "

"Don’t let him in." John grumbled. "Please, don’t."

"If I make him stay outside, you can be sure this place will be on fire in a few minutes."

"Christ sake..."

Marston sighed and turned his down. You went to the door and opened, making Sean break into the room. While quickly looking at him, you noticed him carrying a broom in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

"It’s cleaning time, Johnny !" MacGuire happily shouted

"Wait, what ?!"

"Let’s get this dirt out of your body, fella !"

"Get away from me you damn creep !"

"Sean, wait…-" you gasped

Sean happy sipped some whiskey and dropped an empty bottle on the nearby chair, allowing you to close the door behind him. John curled up into a ball as Sean started rubbing the broom on his soap-covered back. Marston groaned, painfully holding the rubber duck against him while his fists clenched on the sides of the bath. You watched Sean scrubbing John’s upper body until it was red, preparing a new set of clothes while John was screaming how much he hated you. Both of you.

"I want you to rot in hell !!"

Thankfully enough, Sean quickly stopped scrubbing John’s body, allowing him to leave the bath to get dressed while you were not watching. John refused to mount on Sean’s horse and decided to get on yours instead, grumbling all the way back to camp while holding your onto waist. Arthur came to greet you with a warm smile, John pushed him aside and quickly got into his tent, closing its flaps.

"Damn, he smells much better !" Arthur said, gently patting your shoulder. "How d'you do this ?"

"Well, we had to convince him in a rather kin…-"

"We had to use violence, English." Sean stopped you. "Bad business. Very bad business."

Sean walked away as Arthur looked at you with wide eyes. Violence ? What kind of violence did you use ? You gently shook your head, quickly explaining that the treatment you gave to John was not as violent as Sean depicted it to be.

"Violence ?" Arthur smiled. "You really used violence ?"

"Sort of." you shrugged

When the night came, you could finally rest. No more bad smell, you could breathe without feeling like a cow had just covered John’s tent with shit ! However, as the smell was gone, you could hear John groan, and Hosea’s voice sounding inside his tent. You had seen Matthews preparing a mixture to help John’s back to heal after being scrubbed so violently by Sean, and thinking about him applying his balm on Marston made you chuckle to yourself. You could hear how painful it was for him, he kept whining each time Hosea would touch his back.

"At least, you smell better !" Hosea said with a smile

Yes. At least, he did.

#john marston #john marston x reader #siblings #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption fanfiction #sean macguire #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #john marston being dirty af #this man has rabbies I guess #no ships

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna X Reader

Part 13 Confrontation ♡♡♡ Part 14 Three Brats series m. list

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A/N: Hey guys~ sorry that I haven’t posted in the last 2 weeks! Something came up and it was really hard for me to update anything, so to make up for it, I combined 2 chapters into 1, so it’s a little longer than usual. Please remember that this is a work of fiction and that all actions done by any characters are based on realistic human emotion. With that said, enjoy!

Sukuna’s eyelids flick and flinch which causes him to wake up. The reason as to why is simply because the bed felt too warm, and that’s when he remembered all the events from last night. His heavy eyelids blink a few times when he realizes you’re also in his arms. A tiny smile pulls onto the corners of his lips as he stares down at you, and you just look so beautiful with the early blue hue of 7am shining down on your skin. His heart pounds slightly harder when he leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and if anyone were to ask him what he thinks of you, well, he’d hate to admit it but his ears would burn red while his dimples would appear. The man might not be in love yet, but he’s surely to fall, if a god would let him.

“Mmm…”

You stir in your sleep, unconsciously snuggling closer to his chest. He wonders if you’re aware of how cute you are.

“Hey,” he starts to shake you gently, “wake up.”

This time you wake up and look up at him with wide eyes. The moment you see his smiling face, yours turns hot and you quickly break free from his hold and turn your back towards him. Shit! There’s a lot of embarrassment going through your mind and you can’t believe what happened last night. Your arms come up to cover your clothed breasts while you curse at yourself silently.

Sukuna thinks it’s cute that you’re feeling shy. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you like this, but he’ll have to savor this moment another time. For now, he plans to try and confirm loose ends with you. He reaches over and draws a long line up your spine with one finger, “you’re gonna hide from me now? Don’t tell me you plan to hide forever.”

“Ugh,” you groan but a smile still crawls onto your face. With no other choice, you slowly turn back around to face him, but right as you do, he leans over and begins to attack you with soft kisses.

“Stop,” you whisper.

A string of laughter blends together and it lightens the mood drastically. Still, you back away from him and plug your nose as a joke, “I said, stop. We haven’t brushed our teeth.”

Sukuna’s mouth falls agape, but he lunges at you again, however, instead of kissing you, he snatches your hands away from your face and blows his breath into your face.

“Gross!”

You screech and grimace, though you haven’t actually smelt it. When you can no longer avoid him, you finally breathe in and smell what he’s blowing at you. Now, you’re not a weirdo, okay?! You aren’t! But… It’s actually not bad at all. His breath doesn’t smell bad, in fact, it doesn’t really smell like much.

“Oh,” you let out. You sniff even harder while there’s a disappointed look on your face. You playfully shove your nose into Sukuna’s mouth, “it doesn’t smell bad at all.”

He backs up from you and nods cockily, “maybe you’re just attracted to me. I think your pheromones say ‘yes’ to me, don’t you think?”

You immediately furrow your eyebrows at him, “uh, I don’t think that’s how it works… maybe it’s just brain chemistry?”

You choose to lay flat on your back as you stare at the ceiling and ponder. When you’re done thinking, you lol your head to the side and pout, “so, are you telling me that when I smell your natural scent and like it, I’m also releasing oxytocin or?”

Sukuna shrugs at you, “crap, I don’t know about all that shit. I didn’t exactly pay attention in school.” He lays back down and sighs, “all I can say is that I feel the same way. Your skin smells intoxicating and I like everything about you. You’re comforting.”

Your heart is doing somersaults and there’s a stupid grin on your face again, but you’re not sure if it’s appropriate for you to feel this way. You and Sukuna aren’t together, yet you’ve slept with each other. It’s natural to have some doubts, is it not? What if that whole thing was a spur of the moment due to you guys just exploding at each other? The both of you could be blind by lust and sexual attraction, but who is to say there’s more?

You may not realize it, but Sukuna can see your face visibly drop. He decides it’s best if he reassures you now, even if this stupid shit is new to him too. His big hand comes to grab yours and then he nibbles on your fingertips, “I like you. I hope you believe me.”

It’s really hard to say it back to him, because there’s still uncertainty in you, but you manage to smile just a little. Sukuna’s throat bobs up and down when you don’t respond, so you sit up in bed and avoid looking at him, “I think…” your voice trails off but you continue to speak, “I should talk to Kaede before anything goes further.”

“That’s fine with me.”

Sukuna follows your action by sitting up as well but the cool air makes his nipples perk, so you laugh at him, “you cold?”

He deadpans, “obviously. Got a shirt I can borrow?”

“None that’ll fit you,” you say as you get off the bed. You go towards the door and open it slowly to peek outside. Since no one else is awake yet, you turn back at him and offer another small smile, “I'll sneak one of my dad’s shirts for you. Is that good enough for you?”

He blinks a couple of times but then hums, “sure.”

Once you close the door behind you, you walk up the stairs with light steps. But uh… the scene is one you wish you never witnessed because their clothes are scattered on the ground… I know, it’s gross to imagine! But it’s no wonder they didn’t hear you! Your mom was getting it in as well! Ew! Seriously?! At their big age?! Ugh… You take a deep breath and hold it as you creep inside on your toes. You reach their walk-in closet with success and go in to swiftly take a shirt before running out.

By the time you make it towards the stairs, you’re back to breathing normally and you walk down with ease. “Here,” you toss the shirt at him and watch as he holds it up. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed as he checks the sizing of the shirt. After staring for a few seconds, he huffs and then puts it on. The shirt is a bit tight on him, but it compliments his muscles! You try to walk past him, but Sukuna manages to grab at your waist and pulls you towards him.

“Yes?”

You’re looking down at him with confusion but all Sukuna does is rest his chin on your abdomen while staring up at you with doe eyes. Your initial instinct is to cradle his head, but the stubborn in you fights back and you quickly step away from him to break contact.

“Sorry,” you mutter. “I got flustered.”

Sukuna just grins to himself before standing up, “it’s okay if you wanna play hard to get. I’m good at playing along, remember?”

“I wasn’t–”

You cut yourself off, since it’ll be useless to argue back. You puff up your cheeks before walking towards the window, “you should probably go before they wake up.”

Sukuna won’t let his disappointment show. He puts on a proud smile and partially sticks his lower half out the window. He turns back at you with puckered lips, “could I get a kiss, at least?”

Yeah, it seriously feels like everything is moving at the speed of light, and you understand that you’re partly to blame for that, but it’s all moving too fast. Not too long ago, you and Kazuya stopped seeing each other, just yesterday you and Sukuna talked it out, fucked and now he’s acting like everything is all sunshines and rainbows when it’s not. You’ve still got to talk to Kaede about this first and see how she feels before you continue or start anything with him. Yes, it’s hypocritical of you of all people to feel this way since you practically begged Sukuna to fuck you, but still! Now that you’re in your right mind, you want to slow things down and figure this shit out.

Regardless of these thoughts flying past your mind, you pucker your lips and lay a soft kiss against his. It’s a sweet kiss, and it makes your heart flutter like crazy, but it still feels wrong. Sukuna pulls away first and grumbles something you can’t understand before he speaks to you again, “should I tell Kaede instead?”

“No.” Your head snaps up in an instant, “no, I’ll talk to her. She’s my friend.”

Sukuna pulls at one of your cheeks, “you sure? She’s my friend too.”

“I’d like it if you refrained from saying anything. You can still meet up with Kaede, but don’t speak of this yet. I want to tell her myself, but I’m not sure when I want to do it. I want to mentally prep myself first, ya know?”

Sukuna tilts his head a bit, releases your cheek and then gives you a gentle slap. When you glare at him with seriousness, he lets out a soft laugh, “you’re cute.” His hands surrender in the air and he leans back, “alright, I won’t say a thing until you tell her.”

He gives you another quick kiss and hops out the window. As you watch him climb over the gate, it amuses you how a man like him can act so cute at times. There’s a possibility that Sukuna could be a really great actor, so…

♡ ♡ ♡

You’ve been stalling. You’ve been stalling really bad! It’s been four days and you haven’t spoken to Kaede yet. Oh, you’ve also avoided meeting Sukuna in person. One of the reasons why you’re ignoring Sukuna is because you’re just straight up embarrassed. He’s messaged you to hang out, but you keep telling him to wait. Whenever Kaede texts you, you tell her you’re busy. From your knowledge, they both hung out and ate lunch together, but Sukuna left early.

You’re actually on your way to meet up with Kaede, but you continue to pace back and forth. She wanted to meet at the mall so you could do some shopping, so you finally agreed. You see her in the distance, which makes your guilty little heartbeat quicken. She’s dressed up and looks beautiful like always while you’re dressed down. If she knew what you were going to tell her, would she still have dressed up?

You hate to say it but is this really worth losing a friendship over? Is Sukuna worth losing a friend? There’s a possibility that Kaede might not even care but the better half of you already knows the outcome. All there’s left to do is accept the pain and hurt that you’ll receive in the long run because going back to Sukuna means opening a bandaged wound. Even if you yourself think it’s ridiculous to choose love over friendship, your mind becomes hazy with the memory of Sukuna’s rare loving red hues, which makes the selfish side of you want to tune out all of your morals.

“Y/n!”

Kaede strops brushing her fingers through her hair and quickly waves you down while she steps towards you, “good, you’re here! I’ve been trying to get a one-on-one with you for forever now.”

She eagerly loops her arm through yours and tries to drag you forward with her but your feet stay planted to the ground, making it hard for her. Her lips form into a small frown at your resistance and right as she’s about to question you, you speak up.

“Kaede, before we do anything, I have something to say.” You shut your eyes, since you can already feel the impending doom that’s to come. “You might not want to see me after I tell you this, though…”

She changes her stance but still has her arm looped through yours. When she stares at you a little longer, her smile falters, “why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Guilty.” The curiosity in her voice settles into something more stern, “did something happen?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Based on your seriousness and the gloomy aura emitting from you, Kaede figures she should be a bit more serious. She slips her phone into her back pocket and decides to focus on you, “oh no, did you and Kazuya break up?”

Shit, she still hasn’t gotten the hint. You stand taller, “we never started, but that’s a part of it.”

“Don’t let Sukuna know.” She exhales dramatically with wide eyes, “he’ll go berserk.”

Your voice wavers with anticipation, but you speak anyway.

“That’s the thing, Kaede. Sukuna knows.”

Kaede’s body immediately stiffens, and she finally unloops her arm from you. She takes a couple of steps back as her eyebrows pull down, “what? Why am I the last to find out?”

“Kaede,” you clear your throat and avoid her eyes, choosing to look down, “this is about Sukuna.”

“What about him?” There’s a horrible feeling that’s brewing in the pit of Kaede’s stomach based on your body language, but she decides to turn a blind eye to her intuition. She forces on a smile, “I noticed that you two weren’t getting along well. Don’t tell me you guys stopped being friends. I really like him.” She makes sure that the end of her statement sounds firm, almost like a warning.

Boom. There’s the first pang in your chest. You lift your head to look at her, “you really like him?”

“Yes, I do.” Kaede confirms everything with a sweet stone look on her face. “I like him a lot, so I’m really hoping that you two are still on good terms.”

Shit. What the fuck are you supposed to do now? This would’ve been solved if you weren’t so stupid all the time, but you can’t help who you are. While you’re searching for the most appropriate words, Kaede’s eyes narrow on you.

“Why are you so quiet?”

“You’re making it really hard for me to say this,” you admit in a cowardly tone.

Kaede waits for the bunch of people walking by to get past you guys before continuing the conversation. When there aren’t a bunch of strangers to listen in, she opens her mouth.

“Say what? Just spit it out.” Her smile towards you is becoming more and more artificial, “you’re making me nervous.”

Due to nervousness, you begin to fiddle with your phone, “I like Sukuna, too. I didn’t realize it until–”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She cuts you off before you can finish and scoffs, “you like him?”

Her usual friendly eyes are now staring daggers at you and you swallow your pride, choosing to stand tall. You speak with a clear voice, “please don’t look at me like that.”

“How could I not? I’ve asked you time and time again if you liked him and all you ever did was deny. Now you’re telling me that you like him?” Another scoff comes from her mouth, but this time it’s more sarcastic, “this better be some kind of joke.”

“It’s not a joke, Kaede. I’m serious.”

She waves her arms in the air out of frustration, “how did this happen?”

“I started realizing my feelings a little after we kissed.”

Her head snaps towards you instantly, “you two kissed?!” She points her finger at herself, “behind my back?”

You already knew how this would play out, so why does it still hurt? You step towards her, maybe as a way to feel closer to her again, “it wasn’t my intention to kiss him that night. I– I asked him to take me to a party so I could meet someone.”

When you see her judgmental eyes, you speak quicker, “I wasn’t sure about Kazuya, so I wanted to test something out. After a few drinks, we were both drunk and ended up kissing.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneak,” Kaede laughs at you while fanning herself, “doing this behind both mine and Kazuya’s back. Tell me, why wasn’t I invited?”

“I–”

“You planned this all along, that’s why I wasn’t aware.”

The way she speaks about you to your face hurts like hell. You understand why she’s hurt, but how could she speak to you like this? It was never your intention.

“You act like I meant to do it!” You snap, now glaring at her as well. “I felt horrible the next day because I knew that you liked Sukuna, and I thought he liked you back, so I asked him to keep quiet about it. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, Kaede. I really didn’t think I’d like someone like him.”

By now there are tears welling in Kaede’s eyes. She sniffles softly, “no, you were trying to save face. I never thought you’d be this kind of person, y/n.”

“I’m not!”

“But you are!”

Kaede steps up to you and continues to glare with all her might, even if the tears are falling down her face. And gosh, you look like the worst kind of person right now because there are no tears coming from you. She must be questioning whether you were ever really her friend. Another tear falls, “what else happened, huh?”

Oh shit. How long have you been holding your breath for? You only realized now because you finally let out a breath to breathe, “why are you so upset? Did you two do anything?”

The way she’s reacting has you doubting everything Sukuna’s ever told you. Why else would she be so upset?

Kaede shoves you back weakly, “no, but you knew I liked him! What else happened between you two?” She quickly glances around to make sure there are no prying eyes and then resumes, “he liked me, I was sure of it.”

There you go again, not knowing what to say. The truth is you’re a bad person for sleeping with him when you knew it wasn’t right.

She releases you, “stop getting quiet on me. You seduced him, didn’t you? You seduced him!”

Fine, you’ll just suck it up. This time you swallow down the lump in your throat and look right into her eyes, “I didn’t do anything. He came to me, Kaede. All those times when he and I almost parted, he always came back to me.”

She begins to wipe her eyes with her slender fingers and finally backs away from you, “you two had sex, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me.”

Kaede sees how your jaw tightens at her accusation and it’s enough to confirm everything. You turn away because you can’t bear to see her reaction.

“Yes, we did…”

Her breathing hitches, “and was he satisfied? Did he say he was?”

Why would she bother asking these kinds of questions? It’s only going to add fuel to the fire. There’s such a heavy weight in your chest that it feels almost impossible to breathe. How the hell are you supposed to answer her? As if possessed, you speak without thinking.

“He didn’t need to, Kaede.”

Like a ticking time bomb finally exploding, her face turns red and she shouts.

“You’re a whore! I hate you! How could you, y/n? How could you do this to me?”

You reach out for her hands, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Just leave. I don’t want to see you anymore.” She snatches her hand back from you, “if you thought I’d give you my blessing, you thought wrong. I hope your relationship is fickle and shallow.”

“Kaede.”

“Fuck off.”

She storms past you, not giving you a chance at saying any more. Fortunately, she asked to meet up at a time when there aren’t a lot of people, so no one saw or heard your argument just now, but it still made you feel like shit. As soon as she’s gone, the waterworks decide to start and now you’re full on crying. Because you’re still in public, you’re trying your hardest to hide your face, but it doesn’t stop the fact that you’re crying. Kaede was one of your longest friendships and now it’s all gone because of what. Did you seriously just let a man ruin your friendship? Should you crawl back and beg for forgiveness? But something about Sukuna keeps you captivated… You’re really just a dumbass that’s blinded, aren’t you?

The ride back home isn’t a pleasant one. Your mind is clouded with thoughts and concerns of what to do and what’s to come afterwards. You haven’t replied back to Sukuna either. The only thing you told him was that you were meeting with Kaede and that’s all.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna clicks the power button on his phone for the nth time and groans when he doesn’t see any text notifications. Just how long are you going to sulk over having to fess up? He’s 100% sure you’ll back out today and will just end up shopping with Kaede. Sukuna glances over at Satoru and clicks his tongue, “quit checking for scratches on your bike.”

They’re both sitting outside in the front yard of his place with the gate left open. Satoru’s motorcycle is parked on the stone ground while the white bag filled with a variety of snacks and drinks lay on the freshly cut grass.

Satoru whines softly and circles his motorcycle once more, “you don’t understand, man. Once you get a bike, you’ll be just as paranoid as me.”

“That’s your seventh time checking though.” Sukuna kneels down and his fingers graze over the smoothness of the motorcycle’s paint, “why did you come to my place anyway?”

“I don’t know. I was bored.” He gently pokes at Sukuna’s cheek, “how are you and y/n?”

Sukuna smacks Satoru’s hand away from his face and shrugs, “we’re alright, so stop asking.”

Satoru shuts up and studies Sukuna’s expression. He looks at his body language and then his eyes go wide; so wide that his eyeballs might roll out. His mouth falls open while an exaggerated sound comes out and then he slaps his hand over his own mouth.

Sukuna sneers at him, “what?”

“You guys fucked.”

When Sukuna looks away, Satoru lets out an excited squeal and playfully rolls his eyes, “how long have you both had this kind of relationship, hm?” He continues to poke fun at Sukuna, “why are you quiet? Oh! Don’t tell me… since that night?! That party, the one she got wasted at.”

“No,” Sukuna grumpily answers back. He groans to himself and pulls out a cigarette, “we kissed that night, but she felt bad about it, so it caused us to drift apart.”

Satoru nods his head along like this is the first he’s hearing of it. I mean, he already knew. He’s a genius at reading people and he knows how to read a room. If anything, he’s always known, because he isn’t stupid. It’s just more fun to pretend like you’re clueless, so he plays along and hums softly, acting like all of this is shocking news.

“Wow, I had no idea at all,” he lies.

“Yeah well, I went to return her necklace a few days ago and we just exploded at each other. After getting everything out, we kind of just… fell into each other.”

Satoru snickers, “so, you fucked.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great! I was wondering when you’d make a move.” Satoru draws out a sigh and decides it’ll be fun to keep playing around, so he taunts Sukuna a little more, “if the both of you were gonna keep ignoring one another, I was just gonna say ‘fuck it’ and make a move on her first, since you weren’t.”

Sukuna’s red orbs stab into Satoru while his fingers flick the ash off his cigarette, “the fuck did you just say? You like y/n or what?”

Satoru’s grin grows more sinister as Sukuna continuously falls into his trap, “not at all. Y/n isn’t my type, but I was willing to make an exception.”

Sukuna’s hand raises and he holds his cigarette towards Satoru’s neck, a silent little threat, “don’t get any funny ideas.”

The taller man sighs at his grumpy friend because he’s truly a dummy. The guys in love and he doesn’t even see it. He doesn’t even have to bet anything to know that Sukuna most likely thinks he only has a crush on you. It’s just so fucking obvious. Regardless, he won’t press any further.

“I’m just kidding, jeez! You’re always so serious!” Satoru sticks out his tongue and stands straight from squatting. His long arms stretch out and flex, “can you go inside and ask your chef to make me something yummy?”

His nose scrunches in annoyance, “just eat the junk you brought over.”

“But I want real food right now,” he sulks.

“Then go ask her yourself, dumbass. I ain’t your fucking slave.”

“Gosh, you’re so mean to me.” Satoru sticks his nose up high and turns his head away from Sukuna, “I’ll be right back.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to watch Satoru go inside. Instead, he pulls his phone back out and checks for any texts again. Still nothing, damn. His eyes flick onto the motorcycle and he begins to touch the motorcycle with a blank face. He’s always wanted one, but he thought it’d be no use to him. The reason is because he likes traveling on foot, by train, bus etc. It helps him feel connected to the world because that way, he’s still surrounded by people.

Out of nowhere, a hand slaps down onto his shoulder and it makes him flinch. Sukuna’s hand quickly retracts from the bike and he looks up at the intruder with viscous eyes. They soften the moment he recognizes who it is.

“Oh shit, you scared me.”

Kaede chuckles sweetly at him and pulls her hand back, “that’s a first.”

He watches her dust off her skirt before squatting down to sit beside him. Sukuna raises a concerned brow at her, “did you need something? You should’ve called me beforehand.”

“Sukuna–”

Ah, that’s when he remembers. He cocks his head a bit, “weren’t you supposed to be with y/n?”

The mention of your name leaves a bitter taste in Kaede’s mouth. It makes her feel gray inside and her hands clench into a small first, “would you let me talk?”

“My bad, go on.”

She wastes no time on getting to the point, “did y/n seduce you?”

Sukuna rubs the tip of his cigarette into the ground, “would you be more specific?”

“I like you, Sukuna.” Kaede’s smile drops and scoots closer to Sukuna with a look of sadness, “I thought our feelings were mutual, with all those moments that we flirted. We’ve gone to places and eaten together on multiple occasions all without y/n, Sukuna. We’ve held hands at times and…” her voice breaks down as she loses the last of her confidence, “don’t you like me?”

Sukuna removes his gaze from her and turns back to look at his house. When it’s clear that Satoru won’t be back for a while, he nods, “as a friend, yes.”

She shakes her head at him, “couldn’t it be possible that you’re mistaking your feelings towards y/n for lust?” Kaede notes how Sukuna’s expression changes and she scoffs softly, “you both had sex, right?”

So, she knows. You fessed up. That’s great, actually.

Sukuna smiles in a not so obvious way, “we did.” Gosh, it feels so fucking good to finally get it out. His head bobs up and down like he’s confirming it still, “I like her, Kaede. I’ve always liked her.”

Fat, thick tears roll down her pale cheeks, “so why did you string me along? Did I wrong you in any way?”

“Not at all.” Sukuna wipes her fallen tears with one of his thumbs, “at the time, y/n told me that she was into Kazuya, and she didn’t want to hurt you, so she told me to give you a chance. I tried, Kaede, but I couldn’t forget about her.”

“You never gave me a chance.”

Sukuna’s sparing tone becomes more stern, “Kaede.”

She chooses to ignore him and grabs his hand, “give me a fair chance. Forget about y/n today and give me all of your attention.”

Sukuna uses his other hand to grab Kaede’s and he gently pulls her off of him, “Kaede, I think you should leave before you do something stupid. You’re better than this, come on.”

Kaede’s lips continue to tremble as she tries to calm herself, “why are you doing this to me? You know that I like you.”

Disappointment runs through Sukuna’s veins through and through. He knows where this is headed, he’s not dumb. It sucks because he does think Kaede is a great friend, she’s a different kind of fun, but he knows he’ll lose her as a friend after today. His head falls forward because a part of him does feel bad, even with his shallow little heart, but he has to do what’s needed. After letting a couple of seconds pass, he grabs her by the side of her upper arms and pulls her up with him to stand on her feet.

“Respect yourself and don’t stoop so low,” Sukuna says carefully. He doesn’t like to see pretty girls cry, it doesn’t make him feel all that great, but he wishes she could respect herself a little more because she’s a great person that’s just a little blinded by love, that’s all. Kaede begins to hiccup as she cries and he gently rubs her head to help sooth her, “I’m a trash guy, Kaede. You’ll find someone better.”

Kaede sniffles her nose and looks up at him again with new tears, “but I don’t care about that stuff. That fact is that I like you.”

“I think you should go, sweetheart. If that’s all you came here for, then you should leave.”

He stays firm with himself and it completely shatters Kaede’s heart. She knows the pet name he used is just to cushion the rejection, but it hurts like hell. And honestly, she has every right to be upset and heartbroken, because for months he strung her along. Sukuna played with her feelings and then crushed her heart right in front of her, so of course she’d feel this way.

Kaede stumbles back a few steps and glares at him with pure hatred, “you’re jerks. All of you.”

Sukuna’s lips twitch to say something but she aggressively wipes her tears and spins around to stomp through the gates. His vision stays on her figure until she completely disappears. “Fucking hell,” Sukuna silently mutters to himself. What a headache.

“That was quite the confrontation.”

Satoru’s voice sings out from behind and he’s carrying a plate of fresh food with him. Sukuna’s previous expression morphs into confusion while his stomach growls from the savory smell, “how did she make nikujaga so quick?”

Satoru grins like a child, “when I went inside, she was already preparing lunch so I guess I got lucky.” He gently glares at Sukuna and holds the plate closer to his chest, “I’m not getting you a plate, so go get one yourself.”

“Can’t I just pick off your plate?”

“No!”

A subtle breeze blows past the two as they sit on the bench outside and feast. One of his employees had followed them to the yard so he could collect the dishes when they were done, but Sukuna waved him off and told them to leave for the day after cleaning. Since it’s usually just Sukuna home, he’d usually just send them back home after they did some chores and then he’d go and venture outside carelessly.

Satoru pats his bloated stomach and burps out loud, “that was delish!” He shimmies his shoulders to express his happiness and then pouts, “anyway, back to Kaede. How dare she say we’re all jerks!” His head violently whips towards Sukuna, “what did I do to her?!”

Sukuna plops his plate down on top of Satoru’s, “you’re just a bystander caught up in the drama, I guess.” He lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh at Satoru’s offended expression and hooks his arm around his neck and pulls him closer, “what’s it matter to ya anyway, hmm?”

Satoru’s feelings are not hurt by any means. He’s just a little bummed that he now has one less person to bother, so he uses his forearm to shove Sukuna off of him and copies what you always do. He holds his nose up high and mighty with an over-the-top snobby frown, “you’ve taken away another one of my joys. I’ll have to come bother you more often since you chased Kaede away.”

“I’m sure she’ll come around once she gets over this.”

“Doubt that.”

“Damn, you think so?”

Satoru raises his eyebrows, “oh my god, you’re helpless…”

♡ ♡ ♡

It’s already dark now. He sent Satoru home a long time ago yet there’s still no response from you. He only sent you two messages all day but you haven’t read them. It’s really making him worry, even when he knows you’ll be fine, so he puts on his shoes and gets in the car that’s waiting for him.

When he pulls up in front of your house, he waves his chauffeur off and then jumps up to climb over the gate after making sure the coast is clear. He sees that your bedroom lights are off, so he’s a bit concerned if you’re even home. If you aren’t, then he’ll just wait for you in your room. With impatient fingers, he checks to see if your window is unlocked. Fortunately it is.

He shuts the window behind him and examines everything in your room all while listening for your parents. It’s faint, but he can hear them watching tv in the living room. At first he thinks you might be with them, but then he sees the lump that is you under the blanket.

“Y/n?” he quietly calls out. “I’m here. I hope you don’t mind that I’m here.”

You’re unresponsive, just like your texts. Despite the serious and gloomy situation, he finds you cute. His lips twitch into a soft grin and he crosses his arms over his chest, “that’s you under the sheets, right? Are you just not going to answer me?”

Still no answer.

“Fine, be that way.”

With that said, Sukuna removes his shoes, grabs the blanket and jumps right under with you. He pulls the blanket over both of your heads and lets his eyes adjust to the darkness.

You frown at the sight of him, “why did you crawl under?”

“To see you.”

His tone of voice is way too cute for this kind of setting. In fact, he doesn’t sound fazed at all.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “for what?”

Sukuna shuffles closer towards you and flutters his eyes, even though you can’t really see it well, “because I missed you and wanted to see your pretty face.” His hands come up to cup your face but he’s taken back when your cheeks are damp. His smile drops slightly, “are you crying?”

You don’t mean to laugh but it comes out softly anyway because he’s so stupid, “no, my eyes are sweating.”

“That’s funny.” His thumbs continue to wipe at your cheeks, “never heard that excuse before.”

You turn your face slightly to avoid his touch, “why are you wiping them?”

“I always do.” Sukuna’s voice is even gentler as he speaks to you. “I’ll always wipe your tears away, y/n, so cry all you want.”

While the wounds in your chest ache, those shameless butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter at his corny words. Despite wanting to cry more, another reluctant fit of giggles came out, “you’re so unoriginal. Now no tears are coming out.”

Sukuna nods, “good, I hoped that would happen. I’ll always be here to stop your tears, too. When you’re ready to come out and face me in the light, let me know. I’ll come out with you.”

“You don’t have to stay under.”

His smile drops, but he’s still in a playful mood, “I want to, stupid.” He gently knocks the top of your head with his knuckles.

“Okay,” you whisper.

You have to admit that it feels nice having him by your side. There’s just something so comforting about Sukuna, even with all the red alarms that go off around him. You don’t fully understand what it is about him that has you so wrapped around his fingers, but it’s making you cherish all the wrong things; and even when you know that, you can’t seem to care about anything other than him as of lately. Of course, there’s still that guilty feeling that looms over you, but a part of you just wants to be selfish. You want to be with him all alone. You want him all to yourself. Does that make you bad or are you just human?

As you lay there and drown in your thoughts, your mind runs through every scenario that you and Sukuna could’ve been. If you had just been honest with yourself from the beginning then you’d probably have happier moments than now. A good fifteen-twenty minutes pass before you finally tap his arm. When you do, Sukuna lifts the blanket off of both your heads and desperately breathes the fresh air.

“Finally. It was getting stuffy under there.”

You feign annoyance and scowl at him, “you didn’t have to, asshole.”

“I wanted to, for you.” When he’s done breathing in all the air he needs, he tilts his head back towards you, “Kaede came to talk to me.”

You’re not in the mood to talk about it much, but it’s better to face things head on so it’s over faster. You flip onto your back and look up at the ceiling, “I figured.”

“She was very upset. Was it hard for you?”

Is he seriously asking you this? You blow raspberries at no one in general, “well, it didn’t feel good to crush her feelings. It sucks losing a friend.”

Sukuna snuggles into your bed and gets comfortable while asking, “want to throw me away instead and get her back?”

“No…” you say without much thought. When you realize your answer, you quickly try to back yourself up, “even if I dumped you and went crawling back to her, she’d never take me back.”

You recall your previous text messages to your other friends today and your heart stings all over again. You messaged them hours ago and the reason why was because you wanted to get in touch with Kaede after she stormed off on you, but no one has responded. It’s obvious that they’ve read your messages though. Your chin trembles with your lips, “none of my other friends have responded to me, so I assume she told them that I snatched you away from her.”

He wants to be serious about this, he really does but… his priority is cheering you up. Sukuna holds his chin and acts like he’s in thought, “she isn’t exactly wrong…”

A loud scoff comes from you after hearing him and you can’t believe your ears. You already know that you’re in the wrong, does he have to rub it in?

“Way to make me feel like shit.” You smack his arm, “get out, I don’t want to see your face.”

Once you begin to push him away, he firmly grabs your wrists with a smug grin, “I’m kidding, y/n.” With one swift move, he pulls you on top of him and then releases you. With one hand, he pushes your hair out of your face and smiles up at you with crescent eyes, “you’re cute when you’re sulking. I’ll hold you until you feel better.”

He pinches one of your cheeks and then you scoot down lower to lay your head on his chest, “it really sucks. I understand why she’s hurt, but it’s not like I intended for this to happen.” You clench a fist and lightly but violently pound down onto his shoulder, “you’re such a curse, Sukuna.”

Your statement makes him laugh out loud and you really enjoy the sound of it. You love how you can feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest.

Sukuna places his left hand over the back of your head and pretends like he’s holding his heart, “ouch, I’m wounded by your words.” When you’re finally laughing with him, he pats your head affectionately, “you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You lift your head up from his chest and stare at him, “you think I’ll be slandered online?”

Sukuna shakes his head at you, “nah, she’s not that kind of person. We know her, halfie. I think she’s just hurt, but she’ll get over it. She and I never did anything, so I don’t understand why she’s so hurt about it.”

“You strung her along,” you say in a dead tone.

“Because you wanted me to,” he replies in the same way.

You cannot help the fact that you roll your eyes at Sukuna for his smart answers. “Fuck,” you groan, “everything is because of me. I’m a horrible person. Look at me, I’m laying here with you while she’s out there crying her heart out.”

His warm hands come up to hold your face once more and he gently boops your nose, “you’re my horrible person.”

Ugh, he’s so fucking cringy. You scowl at him for the nth time and lay back down on his chest, “can you shut the fuck up and just hold me?”

“Anything you want, doll.”

Without any hesitation, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his heart. Initially, he wanted to come here to check on you and confirm what you were and where you both stood, but he thinks he can wait until you feel better. Until you’re ready, because he can tell that you’re not ready to speak about it. Sukuna’s patience will always be lenient with you and only you.

His long fingers run through your hair at a set rhythm as a way to continue soothing you while his right arm stays wrapped around your waist. His way of soothing you is probably working because you’ve been so quiet. If anything, he thinks you might’ve fallen asleep. To test the theory, he halts all movement and waits for you to say something or complain. Oh, nothing.

Sukuna gently shakes you and speaks in a hushed tone, “Y/n? You fall asleep on me or something?”

Wow, you just hate responding to him today, don’t you? It’s obvious that you fell asleep, so he carefully lifts you off of him and lays you down on your side. Sukuna slowly lifts the blanket from him and goes towards your door with light footsteps. He locks the door to ensure he won’t be found out about just in case your parents ever decide to try and come in and then moves to lock your window.

He gives your head a soft caress, “sweet dreams, doll.”

Sukuna crawls under the blanket again and gives your cheek a quick kiss before he holds you again.

♡ ♡ ♡

It’s really tough when you lose all contact with your friends. Everyone is either making excuses to not hang out with you or they’re just straight up ignoring you whenever you text them. It’s clearly obvious that Kaede spilled the beans about you to them, so you’re being shunned. Yes, you knew this was coming the second you kissed Sukuna that night, but you just can’t stop. The only one by your side is Sukuna, but you’re not dating. You’re too nervous to make things official with him so he hasn’t pestered you about it. You’re still kissing… still fucking. Yeah, yeah, you know! It’s another bad way to start something but you’re still ashamed of what you did to Kaede, so getting into a relationship with him right away is like you bragging while stomping all over her. It’s practically you dangling him in front of her face, even though she’s blocked you on everything. The friends that no longer hang out with you still follow you on all of your socials, so word would still get around. That’s another reason why you haven’t updated or posted anything. You’ve just been rolling around with Sukuna and you hope he’s not hurt that you don’t want to be in an official relationship yet.

Today is another one of those days. He’s been sneaking over and spending the night more frequently, even when you tell him he can’t. Well, it’s not like you’re really trying to kick him out either, so you can’t complain. Anyway, you’re trying to enjoy your sleep but it’s kind of hard with Sukuna breathing down your neck. From the way he’s breathing, you know he’s awake.

Sukuna shoves his head into the crook of your neck and takes another whiff. He woke up earlier but he wasn’t sure if he should wake you or not. He has a morning issue right now but it feels a bit wrong to touch you in your sleep, so he’ll just have to deal with blue balls. His eyes close again so he can focus on falling back to sleep, but he just can’t. He loves the way your skin smells, so he nuzzles his nose into your neck and inhales slowly.

“That tickles.” You finally give up the act and turn to face him, “just how long are you going to sniff me for? I can’t possibly smell that good.”

“Oh, but you do.” A low chuckle rumbles from Sukuna, “I tell you this all the time, doll.”

“Whatever,” you move your hand and go to graze his hardened dick, “I woke up because something hard was pressing up against me. Can’t you learn how to control your hormones?”

Sukuna’s face leans closer to yours while a sinister smile curves onto his lips, “how could I, when you’re right in front of me?”

Your mouth gapes at him, “Sukuna, it’s like five in the morning.”

“All the better. They’re still asleep.”

Anyone in their right minds would know not to do these kinds of things while other people are in the house. You shouldn’t even be going this far with Sukuna because you’re not together; also because it’s too early in general to do this with him. You should still be mourning over your lost friendship, but the greed in you has taken over. Yes, you do feel bad for Kaede, but for some reason that you can’t help, all that matters to you in this world right now are you and Sukuna.

Sukuna’s lips collide against yours and you instantly melt into the kiss like a fool. You fall for his kisses every time and they always feel so good, even when you say they don’t. You enjoy the thrill of the rush, the excitement and the way your heart pounds so fast. You want to bask in it all.

He pulls you on top of him and groans when you automatically straddle him. He can feel the warmth of your cunt resting on his crotch and he thinks you’re such a fucking bitch. You were wet this whole time, fucking minx. You’re still fighting for dominance in the kiss while trying to keep quiet, but the blood is rushing to your brain. You can’t really think straight, if you’re being honest.

“Don’t break my heart,” you whisper against his mouth.

“It’s my heart we should be worrying about,” Sukuna rasps. “I think I’m going into cardiac arrest, doll.”

You click your tongue and give his chest a gentle slap, “you’re always so dramatic,” you murmur fondly.

He shakes his head and holds your gaze, “I mean it.”

Reluctantly, you place your hand over Sukuna’s chest and gasp. “Holy shit.”

The way his heart beats so fast would have you concerned if you didn’t know any better. You retract your hand from him and try to fall over to the side but his arms hold you in place. He shows you a crooked grin, “where ya’ going?”

“Don’t want you dying on me,” you say with a playful attitude.

Sukuna visibly frowns at you but he’s not about to beg you for some sex, so he just sighs for a loss and shrugs, “alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone.”

“You can touch yourself if you want.”

He titters to himself at that, “nah, I just might pounce on you if I do.” Sukuna sticks his tongue out at you as you turn your back towards him. Once he’s made sure that you’ve fallen back asleep, he searches for his phone and scrolls through social media. At first he’s on youtube watching god knows what, then he ends up on tiktok. Since he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep, he makes sure that the volume is barely on but sometimes he can’t contain his cackling. Each time he laughs a bit too loud, he peeks over at you to make sure you’re still asleep. He’s already starting to feel sleepy again when his phone suddenly dings.

Kaede: Hey, Sukuna. I know you probably don’t want to see me right now and that it’s been a while, but I was wondering if we could talk. -6:42am

Shit. Sukuna pushes himself off the bed with his forearms and leans over to check if you’re really still asleep. Based on the way you’re breathing so lightly and the subtle snores, he knows you’re in a deep slumber. What time is it? He checks the time and it’s almost seven.

Sukuna: It’s early. Couldn’t we talk at a later time? It’s cold right now and nothing is open. -6:44am

Kaede: I don’t have time later today. Just meet me at my house, if you will. -6:44am

Sukuna: Can’t promise we can talk for long, then. You cool with that? -6:45am

Kaede: That’s fine. -6:47am

Sukuna carefully lifts the blanket off of himself and lazily slips his shoes on. After he’s done, he shuffles around the bed and places an innocent kiss on your temple, “sweet dreams, doll.”

He doubts you’ll even notice he’s gone but whatever. He’s trying to be as quiet as ever when lifting your window, and he’s holding his breath the whole time he’s doing it. The second he makes it out of your house, he exhales and slides the window down, making sure it’s not closed all the way so he can sneak back in later. The way he’s acting makes him feel like a criminal, which is kind of funny, but that’s also whatever.

The walk to Kaede’s house is a long one, so he whips out his phone and calls Yuuma and tells him where to meet up. Gosh, why the hell are mornings so fucking cold for? Sukuna swears his balls have shriveled up by now. He rubs his hands together for warmth but the moment he sees Yuuma’s car, he speed walks towards it and gets in.

“Good morning, Sukuna.” Yuuma’s speech is broken and awkward as it’s wrong for him to call on Sukuna informally, but the man has ordered him to do so, so what else can he do. “Will I be taking you home?”

Sukuna yawns for like, the hundredth time, and shakes his head firmly, “no, you remember where Yamamoto Kaede resides, correct?”

“Yes, sir– Sukuna…”

The older man is tripping over his tongue at the mistake he’s made but it earns him the low rumble of laughter from Sukuna, which eases his mind. He laughs along with Sukuna as he begins to drive to said destination.

“Will I be taking you home as well? If so, I can wait outside until your affairs are done.”

Hmm… Sukuna has no clue what else Kaede might want to talk about, so he’s unsure of how long it’ll actually take. While it’d be useful for Yuuma to wait outside her house, he’d feel bad for the older man if he had to wait a while. Usually, Sukuna wouldn’t give a flying shit, but deep inside, he’s got a soft spot for Yuuma, so… He shakes his head yet again, “no, it’s fine, thank you. If I need a ride, I’ll call for someone else.”

Yuuma’s groggy eyes widen with surprise and he takes his eyes off the road for a split second, “are you sure? I don’t mind waiting.”

“Eyes on the road,” Sukuna says sternly. “I know your wife is waiting for you at home. She’s almost due, is she not?”

“Uh, yes… about that–”

“I’m not an idiot, Yuuma. I understand that you’ll need time off when the baby is born, so I shall grant you that. It’s not something that concerns me much, that’s why I haven’t called for you as often. If that was your concern, then rest easy.”

Lowkey, it eases Sukuna’s mind that his most tense employee’s shoulders finally relax when he’s told that he can. It makes him feel like less of a villain. Yeah, they’ve come a long way. Feels like yesterday he was beating on Yuuma, demanding him to buy cigarettes and liquor while he was still underage… But after Yuuma would buy it, Sukuna would patch him right back up! So it’s kind of okay, right? Right???

♡ ♡ ♡

Knock knock knock…

Sukuna’s knuckles tap the cold glass and he waits a couple of seconds before he eventually sees the curtains slide open. The bedroom lights are off, but the outside has lightened up a lot from when he first came out, so he can see her clearly. She’s barefaced, as expected, and she’s got a vintage themed nightgown on. There’s not a smile on her face and she doesn’t greet him with friendly eyes like she used to. Completely understandable.

Kaede slowly reaches her hands out and she presses the pads of her fingers against the glass to slowly lift the window up. She steps aside so Sukuna can crawl in and then shuts it again.

Fucking shit… it’s awkward as hell. That’s how she feels. For all she knows, Sukuna probably doesn’t sense anything at all. He might not even feel weirded out about the whole thing, since he didn’t mind meeting up.

“You can sit on the bed if you want.”

Kaede’s head follows him as he makes his way to the bed. While she chooses to stand, he sits on the edge comfortably but still hasn’t said anything. She chews on her bottom lip as she contemplates what to say.

“You called me here, so talk.”

“I’m sorry for lashing out at you the way I did.”

Why is she apologizing to him? One of Sukuna’s eyes twitched, “you have nothing to be sorry for, Kaede.”

Part of her wants to ask about you because she’s genuinely curious, but seeing Sukuna in the flesh again makes her mind go blurry. She grips the fabric of her nightgown with a tight fist and decides to give up all of her pride. Every little thing about Sukuna drives her over the edge and she just can’t seem to stop liking him, even after he so coldly rejected her heart. She tried to delete all of the photos and videos they’ve taken together but her fingers just kept hovering above the delete button. It was too hard to erase such joyful memories… if anything, she’s the true victim of it all. You both played her like she was a fool, but she only has herself to blame for wearing her heart on her sleeves.

It’s been a while since she’s looked at them, so Kaede holds her phone and stares at the gallery again whilst Sukuna sits quietly by himself. There are lots without you, since you were so busy stringing Kazuya along all those months ago. An unstable smile is all she can give as she scrolls higher and higher.

Kaede’s personal favorite photo is this one. She can’t remember why you weren’t there, but she and Sukuna went back to the amusement park. The same one they first met at. They spent all day waiting in long lines and eating either overly sweet or savory foods, and not once were you mentioned. It must’ve been around the time you started distancing yourself, then. Back to the photo… It’s one that she took on her own phone while they sat in the cramped photobooth, so her phone is also reflected in the picture screen. She cherishes this photo so much because he seems so relaxed. It’s candid photos of him, but they’re still cute regardless. They’re sitting shoulder to shoulder while her phone is positioned next to her face. She’s smiling and making cute faces in each of the photos while he’s smiling from ear to ear as he messes with the provided filters. Like always, Sukuna’s hair is loosely gelled back in a messy manner but that’s what makes him so sexy, along with his charisma.

It’s different today. Soft, fluffy and down; a rare sight indeed. It’s not like she’s never seen this side of him, but his duality is also his allure. It keeps you on your toes; makes you wonder what else there is to discover about him.

Kaede lays her phone down and stares at him again. Her voice is low, almost inaudible. “My parents aren’t here.”

Sukuna lifts his head slowly and raises an eyebrow at her, “what?”

He heard her, he has good ears. Just, what? The hell would she say that for? Sukuna scowls, “if they weren’t here, then you should have said I could use the front door.”

She ignores him. Instead, she grabs the fabric of her dress and tightens her fists while she swallows another large lump. Kaede pushes herself off the wall and strides towards Sukuna with a look of determination. When his head is fully lifted to look at her properly, she pulls the dress up and off over her head, revealing her own full nudity.

The moment Sukuna sees her, he turns his head away, though it’s too late. He’s seen it all. The rejection causes another painful sting to Kaede’s heart, but she continues her action by coming closer. He’s still seated on the bed, so she stands taller than him. Her delicate fingers grab hold of his cheeks and she turns his head so he can see her.

The fact that his eyes only stay locked on hers bugs her. It makes her feel like she’s not worth it. Like she isn’t beautiful. Why can’t he look? Why won’t he look? Hot tears begin to well in her eyes as her heart crumbles and falls.

“Why won’t you give me a chance, Sukuna? Please, give me a chance.”

Sukuna automatically frowns. He doesn’t understand why Kaede likes him so much. He hasn’t done much, only the bare minimum. Of course, there were moments when he genuinely enjoyed spending time with her, but that’s because she felt like a good friend. Perhaps if you weren’t in the picture then the outcome would be different; but even if that were the case, like he said before, he and Kaede wouldn’t match well in the long run. They’d clash. Either way, the tears he caused leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He sighs at her, “why are you going to such lengths?”

“You make my heart beat faster every time. Just thinking about you makes me feel giddy, Sukuna.” Kaede whimpers softly as her shoulders begin to shake, “you’re a great person to me Sukuna. You protect me when I get catcalled, you make sure I’m never cold and that I’m full.”

She gently wipes away her own tears, “you keep saying that you’re bad, but I’ve yet to see a single bad thing about you, Sukuna.”

Sukuna finally removes his eyes from hers and lets his eyes trail down her naked body. He looks her up and down, getting a good look before meeting her eyes again. With a cold voice he says, “you don’t know the first thing about me.”

She sniffles at him, “then let me in and tell me everything from the start. I don’t care who you are or what you do.”

He stands up from sitting and looms over her smaller frame, a permanent scowl on his face, “I told you to respect yourself, Kaede. You’re beautiful all around, so it’s a waste that you’d stoop this low.” Sukuna walks past her a few steps and bends down to pick up her nightgown. After doing so, he walks back in front of her and grabs hold of her arms, placing them into the loose sleeves. After he successfully does so, he properly puts the dress back on her.

“I hate that the most, Kaede. I hate when women make advances on me, even when they know I don’t want it.”

His words grate harshly against her ears and all she can do is cry silently at her own humiliation. Sukuna wipes her tears away but she slaps his hand away from her face.

“I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate you…” she mutters in a raspy voice.

All Sukuna can do at this point is sigh. He holds his hand out at her, “if you don’t have the guts to erase me, then I’ll do it for you.”

Kaede’s head snaps up at him with wide shot eyes, “what?”

He stares back at her with a blank and bored expression. She’s never seen this kind of face on him before… she’s never felt this kind of intimidating aura from him. It’s like she’s staring at a stranger. How dare he look at her with such strange and uninterested eyes.

Sukuna smirks down at her, “you heard me.”

“I’ll do it myself, asshole…”

Her heart stutters when she hears him suddenly laughing. He’s laughing? No, this isn’t just any laugh… she can’t explain it, but it makes her feel smaller than she already is. He’s being cruel. Is this the real Ryomen Sukuna? Has he been putting up a facade this whole time? No way… she can’t tell.

Sukuna shows her a cheeky smirk and taps her shoulder, “good.”

Just like that, he walks away, without pausing to look back at her who had gone very still. In less than a few seconds, he’s already out of her room and all she can do is fall to the ground and sob. It’s stupid that even after he’s been so cruel, she can’t seem to let go. Her left hand pounds at her chest while she wails softly at her own embarrassment. It took everything in her to do this. To message him… to show herself bare. Sukuna always tells her that she’s beautiful, so why doesn’t she feel like it? He made her feel so cheap with the way he looked her up and down, but what made it worse was how he went to the extent of dressing her.

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“Phew,” Sukuna groans when he’s finally in front of your bedroom window again. He walked the whole way back to really clear out his mind yet he still has a bitter taste in his mouth with the way things went earlier. He’s never really had many friends in his life, so if he were to be true to himself, it is a shame that Kaede couldn’t give up. However, he doesn’t have time to linger on such useless matters, so he throws her out of his head and lifts the window to crawl back in.

Thank the lords! He’s been gone for about an hour or something and you’re still asleep, so that means he can squeeze right back in. As soon as he spoons you he can feel himself loosen up. Yes, this is it. This is what he wants. He wants to lay down with you every night and wake up with you in his arms every morning. He wants to have every one of his meals with you by his side and he’d love it if you felt the same way too.

Knock knock knock!

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up.”

Holy shit! You shoot up in bed at the sound of your mom’s voice and turn to look at Sukuna. He’s clearly unbothered since he’s still asleep but right now you kind of need to wake him. You begin to shake him back and forth, but he won’t budge.

“Y/n? Are you still asleep? It’s almost ten in the morning.” She begins to knock and shake the knob, “Y/n?”

“I’m awake.”

You glare at Sukuna and jump off the bed. Since he won’t hide, you’ll just have to pull the blanket over him and hope for the best. You unlock your door and poke your head out, “did something happen?”

“Yes, actually.” She’s busy texting on her phone, but continues, “Ayumi and Asa need you to look over Haru and Ren. Your father and I will be away for the rest of the day due to business, so we can’t do it.”

You take a good look at her with big eyes, “I have to watch them today?”

She glances up from her phone and cocks her head to the side, “yes, so if you have plans, cancel them.”

“Well what about Hotaru? He won’t be here?”

“No, something happened so they said they’re going to take him to the hospital to get checked out. She’ll let you know when she’s here, so get ready for the day.”

Jeez, why do you feel like today is going to be a hectic one? A seven year old and five year old… that’s gonna be one hell of a ride. It was easy with Hotaru because he wasn’t as mobile, but these two boys are energetic and run around a lot. Are you ready to watch over such naughty kids? Oh! Right! Sukuna too! That’s a whole other problem, and he needs to leave asap. You cannot risk the possibility of these kids blabbering their mouths about some weird man with pink hair being here, so he needs to go as soon as your parents leave.

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