#and having him have a not great reaction and in turn

[ajaxsbeloved]

hi there!! can i request an albedo nsfw hcs where albedo once revealed to the reader that he has extremely high sex drive, so the reader is willing to be his fuck buddy and now he's fucking them almost anytime and anywhere? thank u and have a nice day!!

-: a genius' secret :-

feat. albedo

genre. smut with lots of plot unfortunately (and fluff)

summary. albedo finds out he’s addicted to sex, more specifically he’s addicted to you

warnings. afab reader, gn pronouns, usage of (y/n), somnophillia, reader is friends with sucrose, talk of love and feelings and shit, passionate sex, hand holding, no foreplay (don't do this shit irl), no protections (don't do this shit either), albedo cums in reader

authors note. this idea is actually so good thank you anon i could kiss you for this, real quick note that they DO end up lovers. wasn’t sure if you were ok with that or not because you didn’t specify so i took a little creative liberty :)

albedo has never really been one to care about things such as sexual intercourse or romantic chemical reactions, despite his curiosity for the world and thirst for knowledge he hasn’t really had a thirst for other people or their fluids.

however you were unlike all other humans, in albedo’s eyes you seemed to shine brighter than the stars and your laughter was clearer then everyone else’s. eventually this shifted into the curiosity of getting intimate with you.

albedo is no fool, he’s a grown man and not to mention one of the smartest men in teyvat. of course he knows about sex, he actually knows more about it then you expect. he knows much more than just the basic birds and bees, no no this alchemist knows all the right theoretical spots to bring pleasure to anyone. he just didn’t ever feel the need to try it out.

after you came into the picture this changed, albedo began to want to experiment with this suddenly interesting idea of sexual relationships and what that meant. so he decided to bring this to your attention.

you were shocked to hear that he wanted to have sex, even more so shocked that he did lots of proper research into making that if he at least didn’t find it satisfactory that you would. so naturally because he was very compelling (and very hot) you agreed.

the first time you two did it was in his lab, he had cleared out space and cleaned down the counter tops all for you. he wanted to make sure that this experience was in as controlled of an environment as it possibly could be, he made sure sucrose and timeous were out of the situation as well.

the first time you were nervous, not so nervous for the “having sex with albedo” part as you were sure he’d be fine and considering it was his first time you didn’t expect him to be great. no, you were worried about yourself. what if you weren’t good enough? what if he found that he just wasn’t turned on by you? what if in the worst case scenario you ruined the concept of sex for him?

well regardless of your worries none of them mattered as you two had the best sex of your life that day, albedo was right when he said he knew what he was doing and despite your concerns about being good enough albedo was absolutely enamored with you.

he thought that one time was amazing and before actually doing it he thought he’d only need that one time and one time alone, oh boy was he wrong. he enjoyed himself so much that all of the sudden he couldn’t keep it together when you were around!

it would appear that no matter what you do albedo would find himself unfocused and needy when in your presence, so he decided he should probably confront you about it.

when he told you it was surprising, though you didn’t really mind. albedo was a very attractive man and to say he was fantastic in bed would be an understatement, so you reassured him that nothing was wrong and that you would be happy to have sex with him anytime if he needed it.

biggest. mistake. ever. kinda.

you thought he would “have a high sex drive” as in maybe fuck 4-5 days of the week with short sessions or one round but you were wrong, poor you can’t catch a break and your muscles are now always sore :(

no, albedo is reserved and calm but dear god is that man a horn dog. for a month straight you kept track of how often you two had sex and it was almost every single day… FOR A WHOLE MONTH!

before you knew it you and albedo had become extremely accustomed to each other and had fucked in almost every corner of mondstadt, from his lab to the knights of favonious headquarters and everywhere in between.

at this point you knew each other like the back of your hands, he abuses the spongy soft spot in your walls that makes you see stars when he applies just a little pressure with his index finger and you abuse his sensitive porcelain neck that makes him go harder when you swirl your tongue in a star shape on it.

despite his usually calm and quiet self he’s quite loud in bed, constant heavy breathing and moans fill your ears and considering how heavenly his normal voice is his moans are like music from the gods.

he lasts a long time too, at first it was only one to two rounds but as it built up over time he was able to go for hours and hours. sometimes he’d wake you up to have sex as the sun rises and seeing the sunrise with albedo deep in your walls was like getting into heaven only much more sinful.

his favorite place to have sex is at your house, where there’s no one around and you can comfortably fuck wherever you wanted whether that be the bedroom or kitchen table.

albedo is all about cleaning up his messes though, any fluids you got anywhere would be clean that be your sheets or your countertops and sometimes he’d even use chemicals to erase your prints.

this fuckbuddy situation was so life changing that you’ve even considered dating albedo, not only is the man good in bed but he’s sweet and gentle. only in bed does he get more rough but even then it’s just the right amount.

who knows maybe one day albedo will be more than fuck buddy to you. (he already wants more with you.)

eventually you realize that you actually want more with albedo, of course you still want to have amazing mind blowing sex but you also want to hold him close and listen to him sing as he plays with your hair.

you of course start freaking out realizing this and decide the best way to go about the situation is to avoid albedo entirely! why tf would you do that.

you normally see each other every day whether that be because you drop off food to sucrose during lab hours or you run into each other at the knights headquarters, there’s plenty of reasons you see each other often.

so naturally the only thing you can do is choose to completely change your daily schedule to accommodate your ignorance of albedo, you send klee to drop off food for sucrose and you work from home as to avoid the knights headquarters.

this goes on for a solid 3 days before albedo worries, now he was already worried by day 2 but decided to wait in case you were thinking of coming out yourself and explaining the situation which you ended up not doing.

so albedo goes to your house after finally finishing his shift at the lab, he’s honestly quite tired and would love to go home and drink a cup of tea while reading but this is much more important to him.

he knocks gently at your door, for once in his life he finds himself growing anxious at the realization that you might be avoiding him. did he do something wrong? maybe you were sick of having sex with him? maybe you had found someone else… oh god please no anything but that.

albedo can feel his saliva thickening at the very thought that you had moved on from him despite the two of you not actually being together, lost in his thoughts he ends up staring at the floor when suddenly the door flies open.

you stand there before him utterly in shock and yet when albedo makes eye contact with you he can’t help but feel his “heart” beat even faster then before.

you look an utter and complete mess with your hair unbrushed and only wearing a shirt and shorts you threw on last minute to open the door, you don’t have any makeup on and your skin hits the cold winter air making you tense up.

but to albedo none of that matters, all that matters is that you’re right there in front of him and you look better than you ever have.

“a-albedo…. what are you doing here?”

“where have you been the past few days, i’ve been worried sick are you okay?”

albedo is speaking fast and with more emotion in his voice than you’ve possibly ever heard from him, you realize the effect you’ve had on him and start to feel guilty.

you begin to sweat and trip over yourself explaining, stuttering and mumbling you fidget with your hands and can’t seem to look albedo in the eyes

without warning he lightly places his hands on your wrists, you look up to find him with the same expression as always but you feel like there’s a tinge of relief in his eyes.

“may i come in?”

you stumble on your words once again as you sloppily invite him into your home and close the door behind you with a confused look on your face.

he grabs your arm and leads you to the couch, being careful not to pull too harshly. as he’s sitting the two of you down his hands don’t leave yours and you feel your face warm up at the thought.

“(y/n), do you have feelings for me?”

what the—how did he get it that fast? your jaw drops open and you struggle to find the words to answer.

"i—well... i mean— wha.. what are you trying to imply? i mean honestly, what kinda question is that..?" you stumble through the sentence nervously, trying to shift the blame onto him.

albedo listens carefully, waiting for the right moment to say something as you fumble with your words.

“i have feelings for you as well.”

you keep rambling and trying to excuse yourself and without even noticing you completely ignored what albedo had said, sighing albedo just looked at you and leaned in to kiss you.

mid rambling you freeze when you realize albedo's lips are on yours, and you inevitably melt into the kiss, having missed him more than you realized.

"'bedo.." you mumble against his lips, and you can feel him smile into the kiss.

"yes, love?" he says, pulling away ever so slightly, just enough to rest his forehead against yours as he waits for you to ask whatever was important enough to interrupt your moment.

"can we please have sex now?" you all but whine, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, to which he can only chuckle and comply with your wishes

albedo leads you to the bedroom and gently lays you down on the soft sheets, he climbs on top of you and moved your hair out of your face with a slight smile grazing his lips

he kisses you again, this time more lightly and you can feel the sincerity on hips lips. he’s holding himself above you so carefully and only pushing onto you a little bit to avoid crushing you

you giggle at the way his mouth tickles the nape of your neck, he slowly kisses along and looks up occasionally to see how you react with a glint of mischief in his beautiful cerulean eyes

before you know it albedo is tugging at your clothing and trying to pry them off at an almost slow pace, you help him and wiggle out of your garments as you feel up his arms and cup his face

it isn’t long before your lips meet his again only this time you take the lead and put more fire into the kiss, you let out a hum and albedo groans at the way you slip your tongue into his mouth with little hesitation

soon you find yourself practically clawing at each other, groping and squeezing and hurriedly pulling at albedos clothes

he finally get the memo that you want something more rough than what he had in mind and he pushes you back onto the bed as he begins to unbuckle his belt

you lay on the bed trying your best to look seductive, giving albedo bedroom eyes and pulling your lips between your teeth, your eyes sparkling with anticipation

and albedo notices this, he sees what you’re doing and it’s driving him absolutely wild. you’re just so sexy and he can’t help but be in awe at how you’re finally all his for certain

albedos belt slips off and so does his boxers as he leans down to your figure and begins lapping his tongue all over your chest, making eye contact the whole time as he circles his tongue around your sensitive buds

you whine at the feeling, pawing at him to just put himself in you. he laughs at your pathetic attempt to get him to do something but regardless he lines himself up with your walls and pushes in, you moan at the way he stretches you out and your back arches off the bed

albedo is trying to hold himself back a bit, kneading at the sheets to calm himself and find some sort of semblance of self control

when he bottoms out he lets out a deep sigh, almost as if he’s been waiting for this moment for 3 whole days. he waits patiently for you to give him the ok to move, unsure of how long i5 would take to adjust to him since it had been longer than usual without him

once you nod at him he pulls back slowly to make sure you can feel every inch of his perfectly thick and veiny cock, he hisses through his teeth before slamming back into you

you throw your head back and whimper at how deep he is, he fits your velvety walls so perfectly and you can swear he’s kissing your cervix

leaning down to your ear he picks up speed and wrap his arms around your waist, lifting your back up slightly off the mattress

“hnnngg you feel so good, fuck you’re so warm”

you shiver at the breath next to your ear, you can’t help but roll your eyes back at how amazing this position is

albedo on top of you with his arms wrapped around you and your wall wrapped around him, you couldn’t ask for anything better

he keeps pushing into you at a steady pace, his cock hitting that spongy spot that’s making you see stars. it’s like he keeps getting deeper with every thrust and you can’t do anything but moan at the feeling of being filled to the brim with a man more perfect than the sunset over dragonspine

“archons—albedo-ah!”

he lets a groan next to your ear, opting to start sucking on your neck to avoid being too loud. you mewl at the way he suckles perfectly on your sweet spot and oh how his tongue laps at your skin makes you so so weak

he slowly lays you back down on the bed, removing his arms from around your waist which causes you to let out a sound of dissatisfaction before gasping when he slips his hands into yours and pins them on the sides of your head

“you’re mine—mine, all mine”

his pace is practically animalistic and he’s almost growling at you, you’ve never seen him this primal and it makes you tighten around his thick cock

you start to feel your stomach tighten as the familiar buildup of your high arrives, you try your best to warn albedo with anything, words or sounds, yet you struggle to even get anything out because you’re in suck a daze of how amazing this feels

but not to worry, albedo knows. he knows by the way you tremble underneath him and how your gummy walls grip onto him like a vice, he lifts his head from your neck and crashes his lips into yours

it’s sudden and rough but albedo doesn’t care, all that matters to him right now is shoving his tongue in your mouth and being surrounded by your warmth

“c-cumming! bedo!!”

you can’t help it when your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like a freight train just slammed into you, the feeling takes over your entire body and you can’t seem to find words to come out of your mouth

arching your back from the bed and squeezing albedo’s hands you manage to not pass out while having one of the best orgasms of your life

and albedo is right there with you, he moans into your mouth he pushes his hips as far as possible into yours and rocks them back and forth gently when he finally starts to come down from his own high

after catching your breaths and staring at each other you both smile and you open your arms to him, he gladly embraces you and without words the two of you fall asleep together

unfortunately for your neighbor mona she happened to hear…. well. everything.

tags: @aventurinesweetheart

[romancedawn333]

tell me to stop, but i won't. (reader x zoro)

i honestly really lack experience writing fan-fic, let alone for one piece. let me know what i can do to improve, and if you want anything in particular lol. i appreciate all the likes i received on my last post <333

joining the strawhat pirates was unlike anything you have ever experienced in your life. it was exhilarating, exhausting, and every gray line in-between. the crew truly became your family.

at first, it was strange that even after long days the crew still held large, goofy smiles on their faces. you weren't used to that. you grew up in a hostile environment, where everyone was so quick to lash out on each other. so, when you see a badly hurt luffy still beaming his signature smile your heart melts a little. this truly is where you were meant to be. your family.

slowly, over time, you've grown closer and closer to zoro.

it began with quick glances on the sunny. when the crew would eat dinner together, you'd peek over to only see his gaze meet yours. instead of looking away, you'd tilt your head at him. he'd raise his eyebrow and look away. confused, you'd avert your eyes and chose to stare at the food in front of you.

those glances quickly developed into something different. when ussop would tell his far-fetched stories or luffy would say something so stupid with confidence only a true idiot could hold, your eyes would meet. you'd bite the side of your cheek, trying to hold back laughter as zoro studied your expression matching it with annoyance.

and in those moments zoro really saw you through your eyes. they were so resilient, yet held a great amount of softness to them. he studied the way your eyelashes framed your eye, how your eyebrows scrunched together when observing, and the way your eyes shimmered when the smallest beam of light hit them. but nothing beat his favorite moment, when he anticipated your eyes to meet his.

every time your eyes met his, his heart stops beating. his palms felt clammy. suddenly, it became so hard to practice his stoicism. he had to fight his body's initial reaction to smirk at you, and keep his usual calm and emotionless face. to be frank, zoro didn't really understand why he had to fight his body near you.

slowly over time, a bond was created. when zoro would train, you'd often be lounging around near him. typically, you would be laying on the floor, on your stomach, with your legs up while reading a book you had loaned from robin.

the first time zoro caught you in this position he gulped. his eyes hardened, and he had to turn around to regain his position.

at times you would train with zoro, with his persistence. he'd warn, "you might need a sword to save our lives one day, so try." you couldn't really imagine a situation where you would have to use a sword, as you had your own devil fruit powers. but you knew there was no arguing with zoro. with an eye roll, you got up and raised your hand. you kept your eye on zoro as a sword gravitated toward your hand from its leaning position on the wall.

training with zoro proved difficult. his physical strength outweighed yours. however, where your strength ended your wits began. he admired that, instead of accepting failure you always attempted to find a clever solution which often left you just enough to winning.

losing to zoro always meant end up being pinned down by him. you didn't really notice the comprising position which it left you both in at first. rather, you always attempted to wrap one leg around him and use your strength to flip him under. he usually fought this. however, one day he decided to let you pin him under. your legs straddling around his hips.

he glanced up, breathing heavy only to be met with your pouty lips and seductive eyes drawing him in like a siren. his eyes darked. and he quickly pushed you off and walked away before you could have noticed any stiffening of his body.

zoro is usually quick to insult sanji for his unbashful flirting with the women of the crew. however, when it came to you it was different. sanji often times made a little extra for you then he did the others. when visiting new islands, he would try to find recipes to local desserts he know you'd love. zoro would watch silently, keeping his mouth closed. his sharp gaze often spoke louder than any word he could utter.

at the end of one tiring battle, zoro came to you exhausted. he let out a loud breath before sliding down on the wall next to the door to your bedroom. each of his breaths seemed heavy, as if it was exhausting all his energy to breath. you stepped away from the door frame and crouched down in front of him. you couldn't help the bruises left all over his hands and knuckles. you met his eyes, stood up quickly, and turned around to grab the bandages you had in your bedroom.

as you wrapped his arm in the soft white bandage, all zoro could notice was you. the way the soft light of the moon hit your cheekbone. how it created an illuminating light around your head, like a halo. the way your eyes were tense, wrapping his hand as if you were afraid to worsen the pain. he couldn't help but notice instead of shaming him for not going to chopper, you silently rushed to his aid. and in that moment, he truly realized he loved you. he realized he couldn't fight it any longer.

you leaned back. you took in his state, bloody and bruised. instead of warning or yelling at him, you simply leaned against the wall on the opposite side.

"zoro, you have to come with me to the kitchen." you uttered softly.

there was no response from zoro. he just kept his eyes trained on yours. you extended your arm, offering it as aid for him to get up. he accepted it. once he was standing, you took his arm and slung it around your neck to offer stability. you guided him slowly to the kitchen, before allowing him to sit down on one of the chairs.

without forethought, you began preparing an ice pack to treat the bruises on his face.

all zoro could notice was the way the blue silk pajamas hugged every inch of your body. the way it complimented your skin. the way your silky hair hung behind your back, cascading and catching the light. and before he could help himself, he got up and placed a short distance between you and him.

when you turned around, you jumped. you hadn't noticed zoro had moved. yet here he was, towering over you. his gaze was hard, studying your face.

"i shouldn't do this." zoro said licking his lips.

"zoro what are you talking about, sit the fuck down before you hurt yourself some more." you roll your eyes.

and he laughs. not a chuckle. not a smirk. he full on laughs, enough to brighten up his face. and all you could do was admire his face. it was handsome, a type of beauty you could see once and be enthralled in.

"god, tell me to stop- and i will. but don't lie to your body." he brings his face close to yours.

you took a second to process, what the fuck is this man talking about? wasn't he just inju-

before you could finish your thought, his lips collide into yours. and instead of thinking, instead of fighting your body, you let in. you bring your hands up to the back of his neck, placing it there for some stability. he deepens the kiss, enough for you to let out a breathy moan you did not realize your body was fighting.

and for zoro, that was his breaking point. his body couldn't fight it any longer. his mind has etched you as his. he would do anything to mark you as his territory. something primal in him was screaming.

[car-o-line]

"Hi! Hello! Sorry for bothering you, but I have a request. It's okay if you don't want to, but I really like your headcanon, and it seems to be the closest to canon ❤

Anyway, could you write about Doey's reaction to the Reader (who I imagine as female) finding a guitar in Safe Haven and using it to sing a comforting or cheerful song to lift everyone's mood ?

Literally tysm for the compliment, ik i say that all the time but they really make me more confident in my writing😭 AND BEING THE CLOSEST TO CANON MADE ME KICK MY FEET ISTG😭😭😭

Doey with a fem!reader who sings and plays a song to the experiments

Ok, so I’m not gonna write everything that lead up to you meeting with Doey and getting into Safe Haven because it’s just basically how Player met him🤩

Poppy wanted you to get the Omni-Hand to fix the generator but Doey was more worried how tired you were, he thinks that even just killing one of those monsters needs a great nap but killing 5(I think) would need a whole rest day.

He was also worried about letting you out of Safe Haven too fast because of the Prototype, he was around there somewhere near Safe Haven so if you just left immediately after coming in he’d definitely get to you.

So alas, Poppy reluctantly agreed to Doey’s plan. There was nothing she could really do to stop him, I mean he’s like a 900 pounds of dough while she’s just a doll-

But she’ll get over it when you do get the Omni-Hand after resting.

Ands that’s how you got to where you are as of now, Doey insisted everyone should take a rest so that they can have the energy to play more games tomorrow(to run faster if yall get cooked by the Prototype), the toys weren’t too reluctant by the idea of sleeping. For they’re already exhausted from hunger and the pain they’ve endured.

And while sleeping away the hurt easier for others, some of the experiments didn’t have the same outcome.

“Doey...my head hurts, I can’t sleep with it like that.”

“Can I have an extra pillow? My leg is hurting when it’s low on the ground.”

“Too hungry to sleep..”

Clearly, a few of the experiments were having trouble falling asleep, or into a placid state. So you decided to try and relax them yourself. But what to use..?

“Y/n..what are you doing? Go back to the tent and get some rest.”

Startled by the blob of dough, you took a few steps backwards and accidentally bumped into a stack of various entertainment items of junk. You turned your head to look at the pile and noticed something that caught your interest, you gently picked it up.

“A guitar?”

“Seems like it to me!”

Staring at it you smiled and turned to Doey, asking if he thinks that the experiments would like a small song played for them to help them go to sleep.

He said they’d like it but he was hesitant about it, you were still so tired but you seemed so ready and pumped about it. And he couldn’t just say no to that.

So he slowly said you could and you immediately jumped at that opportunity to quietly get some of the still wide awake toys and try to get them to circle you as you sat on the ground with the guitar.

A few were confused, some interested, but gradually all of the remaining toys awake sat in front of you, Doey sat too, just in the back because he too was also curious about what you had in mind for them.

With all the others in front of you, you started to slowly play the guitar. A gentle melody, it was soothing to even the toys who couldn’t even get a blink of sleep.

And with one part of song you started to sing, softly and calmly yet so it looked so naturally, like you do that everyday.

Doey never knew you had played guitar or even sang before, he always just thought you were an employee who for some reason had excellent resilience. But he never thought you had hobbies, well actually. He knew you HAD hobbies, just it was that he never thought of what kind. It made him sad honestly, and he swore he’d think of you more as a friend and not as an acquaintance. Because with friends you know what they like, know what they don’t like, and know what they don’t care about. And he knew none of those.

Soon the experiments had fallen into a deep sleep with your song, you were pleased but even more satisfied when you saw a big thing of doughs eyes start to close.

“Goodnight Doey..”

Jack was obviously thrilled by your singing talent, it was clear he was when you started to sing and he’d try to hold in his excitement but failed miserably as he started to shout praises(Matthew had to cover his mouth so it wouldn’t spoke the experiments if they heard him-)

Matthew was neutral on it to be real, he definitely liked it don’t get me wrong but he thinks of it more as a hobby than a necessity. Though even with that he felt comforted when you played and sang, it made him feel like he was getting eased by a mother.

Kevin really did not care in the slightest at first, but once he saw how happy Matthew and Jack were he relaxed and begrudgingly tried to enjoy it himself to. He’d never tell anyone that though.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Milk Hair Scare Thilk Pair Share

For: @roundaboutnow @staira and Fuyu_FoxWriter

Of course one day Danny looking nearly identical in both forms was going to cause problems, especially when his dad goes and turns very much human-to-his-dad’s-knowledge Danny’s hair white. At least Danny manages to technically keep his secret? Even if Phantom’s ‘a Fenton’ now.

“Danny-boy! Catch!”.

Danny jerks at the table, dropping his cereal spoon and attempting to catch the weird metal pole thing his dad just threw at him. It bounces off of his fingers a couple of times and winds up in the cereal… because of course it does. Danny grabbing it out with two fingers and holding it up, watching milk dripping off of it before eyeing his dad, who’s hiding around the corner slightly. Danny glaring a little, for dad to be ‘hiding’ like that, “dad, stop using me to test for things reactions to ecto-contamination”.

Dad just eyes the pole thing before popping out from behind the wall laughing and grinning, “nonsense! It’s the easiest way and you know I only do it with stuff that’s supposed to be harmless!”.

“Still!”, Danny sighing and grumbling, “and now my cereal is wrecked”.

Dad scratching his head, “oh yeah, I probably wouldn’t drink that now. I don’t think the Powder Purity Puffer is water proof”.

“The what?”, Danny quirking an eyebrow, “um, what is it supposed to do?”. Purify ghosts out of existence? Purify ecto-contamination? Turn ghost ecto-blasts into powder? And what about this thing ‘puffs’?

“Oh nothing much! It’s a powdered version of the Fenton de-glow spray”.

“Then why isn’t it called de-glow powder?”.

Dad smirking, “the ghosts would expect that”. Danny thinks the ghosts don’t pay any attention to the names of his parents creations, all he was doing was confusing the people who live here… and anyone attempting to buy anything from them online. The online store was an utter nightmare. His dad nodding to himself, “and it should do more than that, getting rid of the less human-looking aspects of the ghost! That way we could totally figure out who the ghost used to be!”, tilting his head, “Vladdie brought up a good idea that eventually someone in this town was probably going to die and become a ghost. You know, because there’s so much latent ecto in the air!”.

Oh so Vlad was to blame for wrecking his cereal? Great. “So what? It’ll give them normal skin tones? Make fire hair not on fire? Jazz would say that would probably be traumatizing, or whatever, for the ghost”.

Dad waving him off, “oh pfft, you can’t traumatize a ghost, that’s just silly!”.

Danny just glares a little more before letting his dad take the pole thing, and getting up to dump out his cereal. Of course the sink literally pops out of the counter, sending his cereal bowl flying and onto his head, Danny glaring at the spring that’s attached to the bottom of the sink while the sink just bounces around midair, “why is the sink on a spring?”.

Dad laughing as he walks over, “ah sorry ‘bout that! The garbage disposal was having issues with breaking apart that pie that got contaminated, so figured I’d sup it up! The spring is for added tension”, grabbing the still slightly bouncing sink and forcing it back down and into the counter, “worked like a charm but looks like I’m gonna have to reinforce the counter!”.

“Yeah…”. Guess Danny’s not using the sink or garbage disposal for a while. Ugh. Grabbing the bowl off of his head and glaring at the few pieces of marshmallow still in it. You know… he’s hair doesn’t feel wet actually. Cautiously thumbing his fingers on some of his hair and eyeing his fingers, the milk got powderized! Blinking, “the milk turned to powder!”. Great, his dad made another thing that affects food. If it was safe to eat this could actually be really good for rations though.

Dad laughing, “neat! Let me sample that! Don’t wash it off!”.

Danny sighing as his dad runs off, putting his hands on his hips, “at least see if it’s still safe to eat! Could make better Fenton Rations! Ghost invasion survival supplies!”. Dad always needed a ghost related reason to motivate him properly.

Dad shouting up from the lab, “GOOD IDEA! DANNY! THEN THE SPOOKS WILL UNDERESTIMATE HOW LONG WE CAN LAST FOR! HA!”.

Danny just shakes his head as his mom pops in, “Danny have you- Phantom! What are you doing in here you spectral menace! Get out of my son’s clothes!”; and mom has a gun drawn at him, firing immediately.

Danny ducking and scrambling under the table, the shot feeling like it slightly singed his hair, “mom what the heck! I’m not a ghost!”.

She bends down, gun still pointed at him, him scowling and gesturing with his hands exaggeratedly, “do I look like I’m glowing and floating! And I get enough of the Phantom accusations from Wes!”.

She blinks at him, “oh that is true-”, then narrowing her eyes, “you could have stole our de-glow spray! Do not take me for a fool”.

“Oh my zone! Stop!”. This is totally because of the milk powder in his hair isn’t it? Ugh. He knows dad will be a little bummed but he’d rather not get shot! So he shakes his head like a wet dog, making a small cloud of white powder, “it’s powder! My hair is not white!”.

“A likely excuse!”.

“No it’s not!”.

“DANNY I’VE GOT THE SAMPLE KIT- hey where’d you go? IS THERE A GHOST UNDER THE TABLE!”.

“Dad make her stop!”.

Danny glaring at his dad as the man gets onto the ground to stare under at him. The man looks surprised then confused, “you’re hair’s white!”.

“The powder’s white! It was milk!”.

Dad blinking, “oh yeah good point”, and thankfully puts a hands on mom’s gun, laughing awkwardly, “that’s definitely Danny, Mads. Same clothing that he was just wearing and everything. The sink did dump a thing of powderized milk on his head”, beaming a little, “the Powder Purity Puffer can powderize milk apparently!”, titling his head, “can’t wait to see what else it can do that to”.

Mom looking to dad while gesturing a hand at Danny, “if that was just powder, Jack, it would still be black just with a layer of white, like really terrible dandruff”.

Dad blinking, “huh”, and eyes Danny curiously.

Oh shit, it wasn’t just the white powder. Great. He makes a point to grab at his hair, move it in front of his eyes some, and look confused by it, “huh?”.

His dad scratching his head before looking around at the shook off powder mess, “well that’s definitely the same milk powder, too bad it’s got floor and under table gunk on it now”.

“Mom was trying to shoot me!”.

Dad laughing awkwardly, “yeah I guess that’s fair”, and holds up the sample kit.

Danny glaring and sighing, just sitting cross legged in the floor, still under the table, putting an elbow on a knee and his chin in his hand, “yeah yeah, sample away”.

Dad beaming, looking at mom quickly, “see? That’s definitely our Danno, no way any spook would let a Fenton take samples willingly”, then crawls half under the table with Danny, having to lay on his stomach, and just starts taking hair and powder samples.

Mom frowning a little before retracting her gun, “sorry sweetie, but minus the glow, your hair does look just like Phantom’s”.

Danny rolling his eyes, “it’s fine”. It’s not like he wasn’t used to them shooting at him, she missed that’s what mattered. But come on, he’s wearing his clothing, the powder stuff is obviously something, he’s not glowing, and his eyes are -hopefully- blue! It should be obvious that he’s not Phantom… even if he actually is Phantom.

His dad wiggling himself back and out from under the table is honestly too silly not to laugh at, the beaming, “thanks son! Now I’m gonna go check this stuff out. I wonder if it’ll still have the same molecular structure as milk! Did any of your contamination get in! Did it make your hair white because it’s white!?! So many questions!”, and he bolts off down to the lab.

Mom smiling fondly and shaking her head before making come here motions at Danny, “alright you, get out from under there and I’ll see what I can do about your hair”.

Danny pretty desperately wants it to simply wash out, but with his luck? HA. Not gonna happen. Either way he does crawl out, stretching his back out as he stands back up right; then giving his head another good shake, you know, just in case.

His mom shaking her head at him a little, “you’re making a mess”.

He just kinda shrugs at her before grabbing a mixing bowl to fill up with water and try to wash all this stuff out. Dunking his head in and jumping a little when mom starts helping; he’s honestly a little surprised she didn’t go down to the lab but well, his parents could be decent parents sometimes. Him stilling when she hums, “well it’s not coming out or fading”. Oh fuck him entirely.

“HA! WOW!”. His dad throws the lab door open, resulting in Danny jerking his head back and out of the water; sending water splashing everywhere and making his mom yelp a little. Dad laughing, “oh sorry about the scare!”.

Danny glaring at him a little with dripping soaking wet and definitely still white hair based on the few pieces in front of his eyes. Danny blinking, “let me guess, my hair molecules, or whatever, have been messed with?”.

Dad scratching his head, “haha, yeah. Looks like the compounds interact a little too well with Kretin specifically?”, glancing around awkwardly, “nothing short of complete follicle regeneration therapy will reverse it, I think”,

“Oh gee thanks dad”.

“Jack”.

Dad puts his hands up, “hey in my defence, it was only supposed to change ghost’s colours, the colour of layers of ectoplasm”.

Danny crossing his arms, “you literally threw it at me to see if it would react to me”.

“And it didn’t! It reacted to the milk, all that calcium and vitamin d interfered with it”, dad snapping his fingers, “oh and definitely not edible”.

Danny shaking his head a little before running a hand through his hair, fingering it a bit, “so is it gonna grow out or?”; he is not shaving his head, partly because his hair literally has not grown at all since the whole dying thing. He refuses to spend the rest of his days bald, that or his hair will instantly regrow which he absolutely could not explain. But also because he seriously doubts he’s look good rocking a Mr. Lancer cut/shave. His dad just starts looking around like he’s trying to pretend Danny never even asked. Danny sighing, “alright. Cool. Guess Wes is just going to follow me around screaming and pointing at my hair for, like, a week”.

His mom starts drying his hair off with a towel, “as if you haven’t been actively encouraging that boy”, her frowning and humming a little, “though I would have definitely preferred any other colour. This is… far too similar to Phantom”.

Dad scratching his head, “yeah I thought the colour was because of the milk but nope!”, scratching his head, “the Powder Purity Puff is supposed to make ghosts look like their human self, so maybe it does the opposite with a human?”.

Danny would like to leave this conversation now! Instead he’s stuck here nervously wringing out a half damp towel, while his parents basically play hopscotch onto and off of his secret identity.

“That’s practically saying Danny would actually look just like Phantom, Jack. Ghosts just don’t look that similar”.

“A doppelgänger thing maybe?”.

“Ghost siblings often don’t even share skin colour, nonetheless hair colour”.

“Maybe Phantom did copy Danny boy?”.

“We’ve disproven that around eight times. Its form is much to consistent to be mere copying. It could be pure chance but that seems so odd”.

“Maybe Phantom used to have black hair?”.

“We can’t know that for sure, and I’m positive ghosts aren’t simply coloured the opposite of when they were alive. Otherwise Phantom would have died in a black and white jumpsuit”.

“Ghosts can have good fashion sense can’t they? Danny-boys suit is black and white too to go with his skin after all!”.

Oh Ancients, abort! Abort! Abort! He never ever brought up his ‘missing’ suit for a reason! Especially because both of them just… stop and start staring at him.

His dad tilting his head after a while, “come to think of it, hasn’t yours been missing for a while?”.

Fuck! Shit! Danny blinks owlishly, “uhhh, yes?”. Oh how is he supposed to deal with this! Obviously he has to get them off of his jumpsuit, there is no world in which he can actually explain that. The conversation of his hair… well he’s apparently stuck with it so no point trying to avoid ‘Danny Fenton has white hair now’ conversation.

Mom narrows her eyes a little at him, glancing up and down him and Danny is positive she’s trying to imagine him wearing his jumpsuit. He is so seriously hoping she forgot exactly how the thing looked! Then his dad smacks one fist into his other hand, “maybe Phantom stole it!”.

Mom looking at him like he’s lost it a little, “why would It do that, Jack? They’re lined with anti-ecto materials and ghosts tend to be pretty attached to their natural outer ectoplasmic layers. One covering theirs up with a hunters anti-ecto jumpsuit would be boarder-line suicidal and wildly abnormal, even if Phantom is a bizarre one”.

Oh Danny absolutely was very attached to his jumpsuit, even the idea of wearing a shirt over it rubs him the wrong way a little… unless it was for a good joke or was somehow helpful.

Dad grinning, “maybe Phantom just thinks they’re super cool, they are after all”.

“I really doubt that, hon”, her then going back to eyeing Danny, who is majorly struggling to not look extremely nervous and thus extremely suspicious. “You know, I could never tell with how dark your hair is- was, that you had that little messy swirl on the back of your head, or that your short sides looked that kinked and frizzy”.

Dad frowning slightly, “oh yeah, I see it… that’s also just like Phantom”.

Danny wants to cry a little, “wh-what? Really? Pfft, that’s crazy. Super bizarre coincidence”, and gives a little broken half laugh. He is so screwed here.

They stare at him and he stares owlishly back. What can he even say here? The Phantom stole his face thing was firmly disproven. His folks wouldn’t believe for a second that Phantom just happened to come into existence right next to him and that’s why they look a like; he tried that. Trying to spin something were Danny being near the portal when it was made left an impression on the ecto and just magically poofed Phantom into existence, wouldn’t work for shit; they still didn’t believe in the idea of Ancients and Zone native species, even though they’ve meet many of them. Could claim he was originally a twin and the twin just died before his mom ever got those ultra sound thingies? But knowing his mom she might have ultrasounded herself as soon as she knew, or maybe a dying fetus would leave lingering ecto for a little while, ecto his parents would have picked up on. Him getting caught lying would just make this actively worse. Cloning? He has actually been cloned but who the heck would have cloned fully human fourteen year old him? Like nowadays they’d buy someone cloning him due to his contamination… or just Vlad being creepy, in his mom’s case. But back then? Absolutely not.

Wait, back when he fucked up the time line ‘cause of Vlad’s dumbass -seriously, if the man had just legitimately asked for help, Danny would have helped. He doesn’t hate Vlad enough to want him dead dead via wildly unpleasant via ecto-acne. If Vlad fully dies Danny wants it to be purely because of the guys own personal fuck up- his parents pretty damn quickly believed he was their alternate timeline son. So… arguably, this timelines them could believe the same? And unless they somehow tracked down ClockWork, and believed they really were effectively the god of time, and asked them if this was true instead of shooting at them, and ClockWork actually answered them honestly, they would never be able to prove this shit wrong. Which, obviously all of that was never going to happen.

His mom puts her hands on her hips, “Danny is there something you need to tell us?”.

His dad nodding a little, “did you, like, make Phantom or something? Cool! But bad. Don’t secretly make ghosts”.

She glances at his dad, “I’m fairly certain that wouldn’t be possible, especially at fourteen”.

Ugh. Ah. Fuck. Nervously blurting out, “he’s from an alternate timeline where everyone in Amity died because of all the ghosts problems and the ghost armies thing and getting laid siege to and really didn’t like that and the zone can fuck with time and shit and now he’s here and totally definitely doesn’t want Amity blown up again because of ghosts and maybe sure yeah he totally took the jumpsuit cause of reminding of family and shit being a sentimental dumbass for like mass death trauma or something I don’t know and I might have tied him up one time and questioned the answers out of him because yeah the similarities are really goddamn weird oh my god he breaks into the house all the time to just kinda be here and like no one has ever claimed he’s smart C minus student at best which you know kinda tracks with me so like yeah”; and then wheezes.

He… he could have done better than that, but he panicked okay! And shit! He’s pretty sure he went way past what the human lung capacity can tolerate. Should he pretend to pass out?!? Shit no they might use that as an excuse to run tests on him or something, or they’ll come up with more of their own ideas that would be oh so much worse. So instead he just… wheezes a little bit more.

His dad blinks, “wow son, you got your old man’s lungs I guess”, then shakes his head out almost violently, “so… alternate timeline you? Where everyone died? What?”; and he blinks harshly again, looking dumbfounded. Which hey! Danny’s fine with that! If just confusing and shocking them gets them off of thinking this Danny specifically is Phantom then yay! His dad going wide eyed, “you tortured information out of a ghost! That’s awesome!”, the furrowing his brows, “but- wait. Not awesome? What?”. Oh no is Danny gonna give his dad an aneurism or something? Why was ‘hey Phantom is technically your other time line son’ so much easier to tell them in a different time line! Ugh!

Mom’s hand twitches a little before she brings them both up to her chest and leans forwards at him a little, “Phantom told you all that and you… believed it?”, humming and frowning, “I’ll admit, making up a lie like that would seem to be beyond a ghosts mental capacities. And alternate timelines are not only feasible but likely, as is them being connected to the Ghost Zone. So it’s not outlandish. But still”.

Danny blinks once, “uhhhh, his thumb print works on the portal lock?”. Either he is digging himself out of a hole or aggressively deeper into one, there is no in between.

His dad looks absolutely blown away while his mom stammers a little, “i-it does? And you didn’t mention this why?”.

The Zone does he say to that? “Uh, er, I’m, uh, I wasn’t super cool with mentioning that maybe leading to me coming home to a sorta me on a dissection table because I’m sure that would probably give me some very weird nightmares that I would very much like to avoid and y'all would definitely totally for sure feel super bad about breaking your own kind other world kid down molecule by molecule and Jazz would call that traumatic for everybody”; this time he forces himself to shut up, because he absolutely does not want to just go and dump his ‘dissection paranoia’ in his folks right here and now; maybe not ever actually holy shit.

His mom actually softens at that, “oh sweetie, we haven’t been interested in doing that to Phantom for a while now”.

His dad giving a truly pained and awkward laugh that’s closer to a wheeze, “the town does, uh, need the, er spook”, blinking, “but you’re for sure right”.

Mom frowning and nodding a little, looking to dad, “if Phantom really is our boy- other us’s boy, then yes. I doubt I could recovering from doing… that”. Dad just nodding immediately and vigorously.

Danny actually kinda wants to vomit out of sheer relief… and anxiety, mostly anxiety. Them just being concerned instead of angry actually just makes him feel guilty on top of nauseous. He is absolutely not backtracking shit all now though. Absolutely not. He is in too deep to this bullshit to yank on the bulls reigns and change course. He’s locked in on this dumbass idea now. Never back down never give up. Oh wait nope, yeah, yeah no, yeah… he’s almost definitely going to vomit here. Oh Ancients. If he fucking keels over and vomits he’s gonna worry them so nope, naw, swallow and bear it self, swallow and bear it.

Mom sighing at his dad before looking back to Danny, “so… Phantom came here, from another timeline, to… protect this Amity Park from getting destroyed by ghosts?”, humming and tapping her chin, staring at the floor, “perhaps the circumstances of Phantom’s death resulted in an Obsession focused around ensuring the survival of Amity Park?”.

Danny tries not to flinch at his Obsession getting wildly mislabeled, but eh, that was kinda? close? to protection? He’s absolutely not outing his Obsession properly, even thinking about that is making the nausea actively worse.

His dad humming to but looking up at the ceiling instead, “that’s be a pretty wide range Obsession, oh whatever”, snapping his head back down to Danny, “so, you believe the spook huh?”.

His dad doesn’t look mad, so he feels perfectly okay-ish saying, “uh, yeah? Yes”.

His dad nods really firmly at him actually before smacking a fist in palm again, “well if my boy believes it then so do I! And! There’s sorta kinda proof! And it explains so much”, gesturing a little ridiculously, “why the ghost is even in Amity so much! Being a sorta hunter because of course a Fenton fights ghosts! The weird familiarity with our tech! And that weird one time the spook called me dad!”. Ah fuck, he thought his dad had never actually noticed any of his little early days slip ups. Ugh.

Mom looking to his dad judgingly, “Phantom called you dad? And you didn’t question that? Jack!”. To be fair, Danny had also called mom ‘mom’ as Phantom, she just apparently didn’t notice. Huh. Weird. Usually it wasn’t his dad noticing something she completely misses.

Dad shrugs, “what? I just thought it was because I’m so dad shaped, you know?!”.

Mom sighing, “okay well”, looking back to Danny, “so Phantom, is you?”.

“From a different timeline and totally definitely not this one nope Definitely not that would be impossible ha ha his timeline was like totally really screwed think like everybody everybody died and stuff”.

The look she gives him absolutely makes his stomach do aggressive flip flops, but she sighs, “yes I could see if Amity went, all of the actually competent ghost hunters went first, there wouldn’t have been much else the rest of the world could have done against the likes of Vortex or that Pariah ghost”.

Danny wheeze, “ha ha yeah”. It was true though, everyone would have been so screwed.

His dad goes bugged eyed, “he’s an orphaned Fenton! I will not stand for that!”, and just… bolts out the goddamn door.

Is… is he going to try and find Phantom? To what? ADOPT THE GUY! Oh Ancients, yeah no. EuGH. Danny wheezes a little and then, “blegh”, vomit spilling out of his mouth, down his neck and shirt, and onto the floor a little. Maybe this was a bad plan.

His mom jumping a bit and grabbing the semi-dried towel out of his hands to basically clean him off for him. “The powder must have gotten into your system some”, her swallowing, “and I suppose this has become a slightly stressful conversation”, sighing, “I wi- would have liked if you hadn’t lied to us though”.

“Heh”. Danny swallowing harshly after a while, tonguing the gross texture off of his teeth a little, “so, uh, what’s dad doing?”.

“Probably force adopting you. Other you”, she tilts her head, “this is going to get confusing”, blinking, “it’s already confusing”.

Danny glaring and grumbling a little, “welcome to my life then I guess”, muttering quieter, “another me running round playing fisticuffs with stuff straight outta goddamn nightmares”; he’s got to sell this okay? It’s not his fault lots of ghosts look vaguely to highly like nightmare fuel.

… wait, his dad’s probably not even going to come home ‘till he ‘finds Phantom’, that or when he comes home he’ll be super bummed and Danny will feel bad. Whelp, at least he’s decent at duplication now? Right? Ugh, he wants to bash his face off of the table… or throw up again.

Danny sending off a currently invisible duplicate, while his mom rubs her forehead after having disposed of the towel, “how does that ghost have not a single spooky bone in Its- his body if he’s related to hunters? Expert ones at that? And he wasn’t even that good at ghost hunting at first either, how did that happen”; she.. she actually looks genuinely slightly offended.

Danny starts coughing immediately, “um, what? What does that mean?”.

She gives him a bit of a judgemental look, “sweetie, Phantom couldn’t scare a kitten. He faceplants into walls. You’re more capable than him, with him coming from a time full of ghost invasions he should have some skill”.

Well, uh, she is right, but she doesn’t have to be mean about it! “I, uh, I think, it was more running and basic survival than fighting?”.

She throws her hands up a little, “still!”, then furrowing her brows, “though wait, what happened to all the other Amity park citizens turned ghosts? Surely it wasn’t just you? Yes perhaps your contamination makes you more likely to become a ghost, but still”.

Danny absolutely one hundred percent has an excuse for this actually! “There were others but that whole ‘don’t remember their lives clearly’ thing? Phantom remembers just fine. No one else”. He thinks ClockWork did mention that Sam and Tuck become ghosts in Dan’s timeline, but followed normal ghost rules and effectively only had hazy memories of their living time.

His mom frowns a little, muttering, “because of the contamination”, before smiling slightly and eyeing Danny, “well, I think I like that answer actually”. Danny can only cough awkwardly.

Meanwhile… duplicate Danny, in Phantom form of course, finds his dad. Blinking at the man invisibly from around a building. How… how should he even do this? He can’t just approaching him! That would be suspicious. And there’s no ghosts currently for him to run off and fight, with his dad following right behind to confront him dramatically. Maybe he could coax Val into chasing Phantom’s hide around some? Er that would probably result in his dad outing Phantom as being Danny… a different Danny anyways. Val would see through that bullshit so fast, since she actually knew halfa’s existed.

He.. could just pretend? to follow his dad around? Hiding out of sight at the last second but not quite fast enough to avoid being seen? Yeah yeah, let’s go with that. So Danny commences operation ‘Suck at Sneak’, just actively being terrible at being a ghost.

Him sticking his very visible head over roof tops, around light poles, out of dumpsters, a mail box one time; while his dad just sort of… runs around Amity Park? Danny makes a point to look confused and worried, you know, make his dad think he’s concerned about his weird ass behaviour.

Of course his dad notices him all of once, gets over excited, and nearly rams into someone’s car. Danny made sure to pop out no where near any cars the next time, the last thing anyone needed was more money being added to the Fenton Tab.

Danny hiding around a billboard when his dad shouts, “you loved us and the town so much you ripped yourself into another time stream to protect us!”. Oh man he so doesn’t need his dad just shouting that crap around town! Wes was bad enough already and he didn’t need anyone taking that kid seriously.

So Danny pokes his head back out, over the billboard and gives a very awkward, “what do you mean, citizen?!”.

His dad beams like he just won the lottery or something, this… this was not how he imagined this going. Jogging over and huffing a little, “so my boy totally spilled the beans! You’re”, titling his head and laughing a little, “well him! But not him! But also him! But defiantly not him!”; and then scrunches his face up.

Danny making a point to chuckle, “um, don’t hurt yourself?”, shaking his head, “I have no idea what you could possibly mean, citizen”.

“Oh don’t be like that”, and then his dads got a gun out, great. Well, it’s not actually a gun, just the Jack o’ nine tails; Danny… Danny just lets it catch him honestly. He’s giving up.

Danny laying on the ground caught up in the thing, “really? I thought we were past this sort of thing?”.

His dad actually looks happier as he bounds over, “you didn’t even try to avoid it! Because you knew what it was and that it was totally non-harmful!”, tilting his head, “well sorta”, then grinning at Danny again, “you’re coming back to Fenton Works, back home, mister”.

“Uh. What? Why?”, Danny glaring, “is there gonna be an invasion”. Remember self, Phantom shouldn’t know why Jack Fenton wants Phantom to ‘come over’.

“Ha ha! Nope! I simply won’t stand for my kiddo being kinda homeless! Other world-y stuff or not”; and just starts dragging Danny off with him.

Back with original Danny and his mom, the two looking to the door when his dad bars he’s back in, hoisting ‘Phantom’ up like he’s a kitten. Phantom blinking, “I have so many questions”.

Mom puts her hands on her hips, “did you really just let a ghost hunter drag you to their home? ‘Cause, no offence Jack dear, I know Jack didn’t really explain”.

“Eh no worries Mads! But I totally did!”, dad looking to Phantom, “right Phantom-boy”, then frowning, “that doesn’t work nearly as well as Danny-boy, drats”.

Both Phantom and Danny cringe, he fully agrees. Phantom floating slightly away from dad, eyeing mom, “uh, yes?”, then glaring at Danny, “what’d you go telling them for? I told you not to do that, man!”.

“I panicked!”.

“Why?!?”.

Danny glaring at… well at himself really, “why do you think? Or are you blind now?”, and just gestures exaggeratedly at his fucking stupid ass white hair.

“Oh shit did you die?”.

“No!”.

Mom putting her hands on her hips, “language”. Phantom glancing around awkwardly like he was trying to pretend he did nothing wrong. She shakes her head, “an invention just messed with his hair colour, made it like yours and a few too many things click, mister”.

Danny holding up a hand like he’s in class, “like I said, I panicked”.

Phantom pouting, “well you coulda picked something else to say”.

Danny making a point to sound unimpressed, “dude”.

Dad pouting a little right back at Phantom, “but then we wouldn’t know. I have a new, or another however it works, son to embarrass now!”.

Phantom screwing up his face, “Dear Ancients no!”, turning on mom desperately, “please stop him!”.

She quirks an eye at him, “I’ll think about it”, softening a little, “only if you explain why you didn’t just tell us yourself. We’re your parents, surely you’d know we’d accept you, other timeline situation or not”.

Dad holding up a finger, “technically we’re not legally his parents”, and just open mouth grins at them all.

Danny blinking, “oh Vlad will cry”, if his folks actually put in adoption papers, or whatever, for Phantom, ol’ Vladdie will give himself a migraine for sure. Phantom’s grinning matching quickly, “oh my zone, yes”.

Mom shaking her head, “well I have no doubts now”; making both boys blush; or one boy really? Man maintaining a second body like this was legit kinda confusing. Mom looking to his dad, “but yes I suppose we can simply officially adopt Phantom, Vlad is nearly as familiar with ghosts as us, so it’s unlikely he’ll find the idea of alternate timelines bizarre”.

Dad cheering immediately, throwing his hands up, “YES!”. Both Danny’s facepalming and groaning.

Like yes, he doesn’t feel nauseous anymore, or even nervous really, this pretty much couldn’t have gone better. But still! This was just embarrassing!

Phantom smiles a little, before looking awkwardly at mom, “as for the, well, why? I’m a ghost, that’s really all there is to it. You guys hunt ghosts and gives peaches about how evil and dangerous they are and how they can’t possibly ever be trusted and I had no reason. To think you’d actually believe me. It just wasn’t worth the risk, um, sorry?”, and tilts his head a little at her.

Her frowning sadly, “I’m… I’m sorry we made you feel that way. Your previous us or this current us. But I understand, especially because you’re still a kid, were still a kid”. And… and his mom ruffles both him’s hair. Danny just eyeing her with annoyance while Phantom acts nervous and eyeballs her hand. Dad bounding off to do paper work that didn’t involve prototyping for a change. Her humming, “the… glow changes the colour quite a bit up close like this and your hair does move differently”, dropping her hands and giving Danny an apologetic look, “guess accusing you of being Phantom was a little absurd then”.

Phantom looking to Danny and quirking an eyebrow, “really?”. Danny just shrugging back at himself.

Mom giving Phantom a look, “to be fair, technically, you are him, sort of”, her brows furrowing a little, “an impression at least, it’s close enough”.

Phantom wincing a little, because Danny absolutely wants to get across that he so does not like the ‘less than humans’ way his parents saw ghosts. Phantom looking away and glancing around the inside of the house like he was inspecting it, “so, uh? What’s happening with this”, twirling his hand just kind of generally around, “whatever thing, Jack dragged me here for?”.

“THAT’S DAD KIDDO!”.

Phantom wincing again, “not in public!”, then grumbling, “and I’ve kinda gotten used to the first names”.

Mom shaking her head, “well you shouldn’t have. It’s mom and dad. In public too”, and nods curtly to herself, “the town can just believe that we’ve changed our turn on you and decided to take you under our wings as a little hunter, ghosts or no”.

Danny blinks harshly, “Wes is going to loose it so bad”.

Mom scoffing, “oh he can deal with it, it’s a miracle that boy hasn’t given himself a stroke”.

Both Danny and Phantom chuckle and speak in unison, gotta sell the ‘same person but not literally’ thing, “too true”.

His mom blinking before shaking her head, “yeah okay, I guess that’s bound to happen”. Both him’s shrug, hey at least there was no reason to not just… act entirely like himself around his folks as Phantom now though. She eyes Phantom some more, “so tell me, where have you been staying? How have you been replenishing your ecto? You better be doing it enough since I know someone-”, glaring at Danny then looking back to Phantom, “-forgets to eat a lot”.

Danny grumbling to himself incoherently while Phantom fidgets, “oh you know, here and there? Around?”. There was nothing like basically telling your parent that hey! I’m homeless! And also maybe sometimes hiding in your attic/rafters… or ops centre in this case. She doesn’t exactly look impressed. Phantom rubbing his neck, “and Amity has a really solid supply of free floating ecto so”.

She sighs, “now yes, but before? You’ve been here nearly since the portal first opened”. Phantom just shrugs at that. Making her sigh again.

Dad jogging back over, papers in hand, “I’m gonna go give these to V-man!”.

“Jack no, they have to be filed properly, give them here”.

The man pouts a little but does as he’s told, looking at Phantom and Danny, “wow we really should have guessed other time kid a while ago, ha!”. No, not really. Since that was bullshit. Dad tilting his head at Phantom, “did you know where our portal was going to open so that’s how you showed up so fast? Did it open to the same spot in your timeline!”; he looks a little jazzed by the entire idea.

Phantom just nods rapidly, pretty sure there was no other way he could possibly explain it.

Dad grinning a little more, “oh man I can’t wait to hear more about your timeline, what kind of cool stuff we came up with!”. Mom shaking her head at him then looking at the Danny’s, “it might actually be good if you know what, well, what your us’s did to combat the stronger ghosts, ghost invasions, what did and clearly didn’t work”, and smiles a little sadly at Phantom specifically.

Phantom speaking monotoned, because why the heck would he liked to talk about how ‘things went wrong’ or be even reminded of that? “Amity didn’t last long enough to see singular really strong ghosts. Skulker, Desiree, Spectra, Aragon, those vulture guys; are a lot more dangerous that you guys give them credit for”, frowning, “and the FrightKnight, Pariah, they weren't survival-able”, rubbing his neck and muttering, “still surprised I survived that”.

Really, Skulker was pretty much only ‘non-dangerous’ because he focused all his time in Amity on Danny, the guy spent his entire life and death hunting, trapping, and killing/ending things. Desiree nearly destroyed Amity as it was and only stayed away cause she didn’t like Danny. Spectra also hated Danny now, and he doesn’t want to know where every teenager being severely depressed would have ended up. Aragon would actively still be a major threat if it wasn’t for Dora. And Vlad’s vultures goal from the start had been to literally kill his dad, they only stopped because Vlad discovered Danny’s halfa status. The FrightKnighr Danny mostly beat by dumb luck, nowadays it was strength too but eh. And Pariah… Danny really shouldn’t have remotely vaguely won that shit. He wouldn’t be surprised if ClockWork had twisted things around for him or something.

Mom frowns, “you didn’t expect to win?”.

Phantom fiddling with his fingers while Danny shakes his head at his mom, “it was a very very stupid suicide mission”. He had told his friends he’d be fine, but uh, yeah no he wasn’t stupid. Nowadays he’s got the kind of power to kick just about anything’s ass at least, a round two against Pariah would still be awful and only vaguely survivable.

Both of his parents, unsurprisingly, yelling, “Phantom!”, chastisingly. Mom shaking her head, frowning at him, “was that situation really that bad”, sighing, “I know we didn’t really have much of a plan at the time but surely-”.

“Pariah is borderline the strongest ghost in existence a thirty on the ecto scale with a death toll well into the trillions Amity was a mild annoyance and just a stepping stone to him there’s nothing you could’ve made or done nothing anyone really could have even the ghosts are terrified of that guy for a reason the ghosts literally in mass locked him in a coma just to save their own existences and they’re way more durable and strong than living folks”. He… honestly sometimes still had nightmares about what that man could have done.

Danny covering Phantom’s mouth to ‘stop’ him rambling, really sell how bad things could’ve been or gotten and were. Danny eyeing his parents awkwardly, “people who don’t need to breath can ramble for hours”, and has Phantom glare at Danny, before floating back away from the hand and sticking out his tongue at Danny. Lightening the mood? Check. Hopefully.

They both stare, mom licking her lips a little, “how did you survive”. Dad scratching his head very stiffly, “glad you did tho”; mom nodding immediately.

Phantom blinking owlishly, “uh, mix of other ghosts helping, like Skulker and such, luck, the whole stealing your strength enhancing suit since that didn’t exist in my time, and maybe the concept of time playing favourites?”.

Both of them blink and say, “the concept of time?”.

Danny chuckling a little, “this guy who controls the fabric of time keeps an eye on Phantom and has a soft spot for him”.

Phantom rubbing his neck, “to be fair, I am totally in the wrong time stream sooooo”. Dan was literally ClockWork’s ‘responsibility’ because of the same thing after all, so technically if this bullshit was actually true then ClockWork would be keeping an eye on another timeline Danny.

Dad tapping his chin, “well I suppose there would be a ghost with a thing for time, since the zone can connect to different times”, shaking his head, “must be a powerful fella”.

Phantom grumbling, “yeah you try fighting someone who can make you stop moving or undo your movements”. Danny isn’t remotely surprised Phantom gets whacked one, honestly the only reason ClockWork didn’t whack the real Danny was probably because it would mess something up. That something probably being this entire lie thing. Phantom spinning around in the air and rubbing his head, “hey ow! You jerk!”.

Phantom continuing to grumble at thin air while his folks eye Danny expectantly, at least they’ve seemed to just assume Danny knows Phantom well without questioning that, “like I said, keeps an eye on him”. His dad lifting up a gun and giving him a little ‘please?’ smile. “Dad no. No fighting concepts”.

Dad gesturing at Phantom, whining a little, “but he fights so called ‘concepts’?!”.

Phantom spinning back around and blinking, “but I’m already dead”. Dad just waving him off like that doesn’t even matter. “Please don’t, Ja- uh dad?”.

Annnnnnd yup! That totally works to distract the man. Dad beaming, “dad is right, Phanny!”, frowning, “that doesn’t work either”. Everyone had cringed. “P-boy?”.

That gets everyone shouting, “NO!”.

“Phant-o?”.

Danny shrugging, “that’s… better”. Phantom scratching his hair, “sounds like Fanta with an o, but I guess?”.

“Phant-o it is then!”.

Both Danny’s just groan.

Mom shaking her head before moving to grab Phantom’s wrist, “anyways, let’s get you a room set up”, eyeing said wrist, “and maybe you can explain how you inverted this Danny’s jumpsuit and made it safe for you to wear”.

Phantom blinking nervously, “what oh you don’t need to-”.

Mom glaring a little and basically tugging the ghost through the air to the stairs, “don’t even think about refusing, our kids live under our roof, and we expect you to at least be here for supper every day, and I will expect an explanation if you’re not”.

Danny laughing at the groaning Phantom while following them up, dad bounding after, Danny smirking, “just accept it, man. You know as well as I do, literally, there’s no point”. But how the heck is he going to maintain this! He’s going to have to spend so much time ‘supporting’ a duplicate. If this was years ago he’d be so screwed.

Phantom grumbling incoherently for a bit but does help get the spare rooms door unjammed, “boo”, sighing a little, “and, uh, mom, I just… pushed my energy into the suit and it worked, same as I did with the thermos and other random Fenton Tech”.

Dad vibrates a little, “you have Fenton Tech specific powers! So cool!”. Oh man there is no world where that’s not an embarrassing idea, he’s pretty sure that’s not the case either. Danny groaning and Phantom blushing furiously.

Phantom coughing, pointing at Danny, “is he stuck like that?”.

Danny flips Phantom off when his folks aren’t looking. Dad laughing awkwardly while starting to shove stuff around, “ah yeah, whoops?”.

Danny sighing, “it’s fine I guess, school’s going to be hell but whatever”. Dad just shrugging apologetically at him. Sure Danny could just dye his hair but who knows how that’ll interact with all the ecto in his hair, not to mention the maintenance.

Phantom shrugging, “well no one there will be accusing you of being me at least, since no one wants to look like Wes”. Both Danny’s snickering at that.

Mom shaking her head a little, “I’m sure no one will think anything of it after a while, now come and help move things, all Phantom should be doing is telling all of us where he’d like everything”.

Phantom muttering quietly, “this is so weird”, before shaking his head. Sort of following after the real Danny as he ‘helps’… helps set up a second goddamn room for himself basically. For a himself that his parents do think is this himself. Ugh.

This… this was going to bite him in the ass one day.

End.

Prompts: Invention gone wrong, changes him on a physical level The Fentons manage to adopt Phantom- without revealing his identity, how does Danny deal with this? Danny's hair somehow (by ghostly or humanly means) becomes permanently white and he struggles, but ultimately succeeds, in keeping his secret identity as Phantom.

[inkspiredwriting]

Without her

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Hey, this was a sweet request from @llawlietswif I hope you like it, and even if you don't please let me know

Warnings: none

It was rare—almost unheard of, really—that Five slept in. But that morning, the sunlight was unusually gentle, the blanket warm, and the absence of doomsday-level threats meant he actually got a solid night’s sleep. So when he blinked open his eyes and saw the clock blinking 10:30 a.m., his first reaction was confusion. The second reaction, however, was alarm.

Y/n was not in bed.

Now, under normal circumstances, a missing spouse might not warrant a full-blown panic. But this was Five. A man who had lived through a post-apocalyptic wasteland. A man who had seen timelines bend, break, and collapse. A man with trust issues not just with people, but with reality itself.

He sat up sharply, hair sticking up at odd angles, still wearing a T-shirt that read "World’s Grumpiest Genius." He looked to Y/n’s pillow. Cold. Her phone was not in its usual place. Her shoes were gone. The house was too quiet.

“Y/n?” he called, already swinging his legs out of bed. “Are you here?”

No answer.

He walked into the hallway, calling her name again. Still nothing.

Bathroom—empty.

Kitchen—empty.

He even opened the pantry door for a second and peered in, like she might have inexplicably decided to hang out between the flour and the cereal boxes.

Then came the garden. Also empty. He stared at the tomato plants like they might give him answers.

"Okay, don't panic," he muttered to himself, tugging a hand through his hair. "She probably just went out to grab something. Like... fruit. Or... emergency jam."

He pulled out his phone and called her. Straight to voicemail.

“Great,” he muttered. “She was either kidnapped or I’ve slipped into another cursed timeline.”

He called again. Voicemail.

He called Allison. No answer.

Viktor. No answer.

"Okay," Five said to himself, pacing in a circle in the living room. "If I were Y/n, and I decided to disappear without warning, where would I—wait, why would I disappear without warning?"

Out of mild desperation, he even checked the laundry room, just in case. Then the closet. Then, in a move he would never live down, he actually crouched and checked under the bed.

At this point, he was about thirty seconds from teleporting to every coffee shop in town.

By the time 2:00 p.m. rolled around, Five was sitting on the couch with a scowl so deep it could have split the Earth’s crust. He had made himself coffee and promptly forgotten it, and now it sat cold and bitter beside him. His arms were crossed. He had called Y/n’s phone at least seven times, and left a voicemail that could only be described as "angrily affectionate."

Then—finally—he heard the jingle of keys at the door.

Y/n stepped in, laughing, with Allison and Viktor behind her, carrying shopping bags and to-go cups. All three looked happy, relaxed, and completely unaware of the emotional hurricane Five had been through.

“Oh, finally,” Five snapped, rising from the couch. “Look who decided to show up after vanishing off the face of the earth for four hours!”

Y/n blinked. “Hi to you, too?”

“Where have you been?! I woke up, and you were gone. I checked the entire house. I looked in the pantry, Y/n.”

“You looked in the pantry?” Allison started to laugh.

Viktor added with a smirk, “Did you also check the freezer?”

“I almost did,” Five admitted, with the sort of self-righteous glare only a 51-year-old man trapped in a 30-year-old body could manage.

“I turned off my phone,” Y/n said, apologetic but clearly holding back laughter. “I just wanted a relaxing day. I didn’t think you’d wake up before noon.”

“I never sleep in!” Five said, waving a hand. “It was one time!”

Y/n walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’re cute when you panic.”

“I wasn’t panicking. I was doing a thorough sweep.”

“You looked in the pantry,” she repeated with a giggle.

“That was part of the sweep,” Five muttered.

Viktor patted his shoulder. “You know you’re whipped, right?”

Five ignored him. “Next time? Just leave a note. Or a post-it. Or a breadcrumb trail. Anything.”

Y/n grinned and slid her arms around his waist. “You really got that worried?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around her anyway. “Because you are the most important person in my life, and when I woke up and you were gone without a trace, I thought maybe the universe finally realized it screwed up by giving me something that good.”

“You’re so romantic,” she teased.

“Don’t push it.”

Allison and Viktor were now cracking up on the couch, and Y/n whispered into Five’s ear, “I love you.”

He sighed, kissing her temple. “I love you too. Even if you cause me minor heart attacks.”

“And next time, I’ll leave a note in the pantry,” she promised.

[fellulahh]

Hiii! I'm so happy that you're back! I have been reading your masterlists and hc's repeatedly even after you were gone! Could you do this if it interests you and you'd like to?

Sometimes I just wonder how brothers and Diavolo would react when their daughter is suddenly quiet and upset lately and turns out they have boyfriends just like the epitome of their sins in a toxic way.

For example Lucifer is Avatar of pride and his daughter's boyfriend (db for short) is extremely prideful. Mammon's (db) is extremely greedy and exploiting her without doing anything return or bare minimum. Leviathan' (db) is extremely jealous to the point of ruining her social life. Satan's db is so wrathful that he harms her by yelling or hitting her. Asmo's db is a serial cheater with lot's of affairs. (Idk about how Beel's bf turns out) And Belphie's like just being too lazy even in important situations and just not supporting his gf and she feels like she's alone in the relationship. Diavolo's? Idk perhaps being too opportunistic or not doing anything for her without return or dating her for her princess status.

How would their reactions be? (Depends on if their daughter introduces them over their parents' demand or them following their daughter to see what's upsetting them)

Coming right up!! I hope this is what you meant

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His reaction to his daughter dating someone with the same sin as him (she’s upset)

Lucifer:

- he doesn’t want to admit to the discovery.at first

- acknowledging the boyfriend’s behaviour would mean admitting his insecurities about his own behaviour and personality

- he also doesn’t want to admit how similar the boyfriend is to a “younger” Lucifer

- MC is the one to persuade him though and make him see sense

- In a rather traditional sense, Lucifer speaks with the boyfriend and - partially - threatens him

- “I see the ugliness in you that I once possessed and there’d be no limits to what I’d do to ensure *daughter* doesn’t have to go through it. I’m not going to watch her sit through a relationship with someone who doesn’t understand how lucky he is to have her.”

Mammon:

- he is completely ignorant at first

- Mammon picks up on the boyfriend’s behaviours straight away and complains to MC because what is his “daughter doin’ with a schmuck like that?!”

- “Mammon what are you talking about? He’s exactly like you.”

- he has a complete existential crisis. He never thought anything of his spendings, or the way he acts toward others

- “why did nobody tell me I was doin’ that?!”

- when the boyfriend is next over, he marches up to the daughter’s room and hits him with a “listen here pal, if ya gonna date the Great Mammon’s daughter, a few things have gotta change around here!”

Levi:

- he doesn’t notice the behaviours at all. In fact, he partially agrees with the boyfriend at first

- his opinion does a 180 though when he realises the impact it has on his daughter

- Levi only learns of her feelings when he catches her crying over something the boyfriend had done and when he tried to reason, she snapped back at him and told him exactly why he was wrong

- suddenly he feels guilty because he knows he’s behaved exactly the same way in the past

- it takes him a long time to muster up the courage to speak to the boyfriend (MC does have to practically push him into the room)

- rather than even trying to reason with the boyfriend, he tells him straight “I don’t think you should see my daughter anymore.”

- he also vows to change his own behaviour after realising the impact it can have on the people he loves

Satan:

- when he witnesses the boyfriend getting angry for the first time, he orders he leaves the house

- once he’s gone, Satan comforts his daughter as she cries

- he tells the daughter he recognises what the boyfriend is doing and informs her it will not get better

- “but Mum stayed with you?” “Your mother is a bit different, she was human. Humans are…different”

- tells her straight that if he sees the boyfriend again, he will have no choice but to physically remove him from the premises

- “I know exactly what someone like him is capable of and believe me, it’s not something you want to be around. If I know he’s laid a hand on you, I will not hesitate to kill him.” (okay daddy)

Asmo:

- feels immense guilt because his daughter is confiding in him and seeking advice for something he used to do prolifically

- he tries his best to comfort her and it works at first, but he knows it won’t be the last of her tears

- Asmo immediately goes and sees MC “what do I do? What can I possibly say to her? Oh MC, it’s horrendous!”

- MC urges him to tell the truth

- Asmo sits down with their daughter and confesses that he used to be the exact same as the boyfriend

- “listen *daughter* sweetie, I used to be just like *boyfriend*. Although I changed, he might not do the same and I want you to think about that. I changed when your darling mother came into my life. If he hasn’t done the same for you, I don’t think he should have the privilege of dating my daughter.”

Beel (not quite as serious as the rest lol):

- Beel is confused when he finds out his daughter is upset because her boyfriend keeps eating everything around them

- “you don’t get it Dad, I put so much effort into cooking something nice for us but he just inhales it. I actually think I could put a pile of rubbish on a plate for him and he’d eat it no question.”

- he sits down with the boyfriend just like a fatherly figure would

- “listen buddy, I know it’s hard but you’ve gotta slow down. *daughter* is getting upset because she thinks you don’t appreciate her cooking for you.” “But I love her food, it’s the best I’ve ever had?” “I know right! Er—I mean you’ve gotta show her that, make sure she feels the love you know.”

- gives him a supportive pat on the back

- he helps the boyfriend understand why the daughter is upset and soon he apologises

Belphie:

- he doesn’t quite get the problem at first

- “dad all he does is sleep” “what’s wrong with that?” “He misses our dates! I’m left waiting by myself all the time because he can’t even set an alarm. And then when we are out, all he talks about is how he can’t wait to get home and go back to sleep.”

- Belphie has an ‘oh yeah, that’s probably not great’ moment after their discussion

- when he gets a moment alone with the boyfriend, he sets the record straight

- “listen I know you’re not going to like this, and I know I’m a hypocrite for saying this, but if you don’t pull yourself together my daughter is going to leave you”

- Belphie keeps telling the boyfriend that he understands how difficult it is, but he can’t keep watching him upset his daughter

- “she can’t just leave me for that?” “Yes she can - I’ll make her.”

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I’m sorry I can’t find it in me to write something negative about Diavolo. I just can’t do it. 😂

[alien-ally]

Now, idk how but here goes a few things that were dragged out of me, as i witness the split opinions on heesu in class 2. let me start out by saying: i'm a fan of the show :) and i know next to nothing about the manhwa. just so it's clear from the get go.

i haven't watched kdramas in a long while, so i suppose i'd been in the bl bubble exclusively for that entire time. i dont prefer kdramas, or uh straight romances very much personally. hence while watching the first couple eps of heesu, i had pretty much the same reaction. annoyance, disappointment, what more, my interest dropped steadily for a bit until i decided i would drop the show entirely if it dint focus more on the queer storyline, essentially our mc's plot more, in the following episodes. I got on tumblr like i usually do whenever i'm watching one of my bls, and boom, instantly more perspective unlocked. 'thematic foil' the phrase that stuck with me the most. a set of characters in a story getting focus and being followed along their journey apart from the mc, to serve as a foil that demonstrates what exactly the mc could be having, or how it usually goes for the majority of people, a majority our mc clearly isn't a part of. Several characters going about crushes in their own ways, what i enjoyed the most is how the show doesn't subtly pin any of them as 'right' or 'wrong', something i was worried they'd do. Heesu is always supportive of his sisters, no matter what errand he's in the middle of running, he always makes sure they're fine first before heading out. and most importantly, the best advice received by one of the sisters, was in fact not given by the mc but by another sister itself, heejeong to heejae. which i thought was really cool.

Admittedly, i wasn't a fan of the sisters in the beginning, but i guess that's just more on my own cynicism towards dating trends in general. as time passed though, they grew on me significantly. i mean, there's a charming sort of integrity to each sister's ways you can't ignore. another thing: the complaints about no kissing. i hardly ever find this argument to be nuanced, probably the most irritating reason people put out to dismiss an entire show as 'bad'. we see the formation of 2 straight high school couples, along with the boys, now had they been shown kissing or even toeing the lines of any other kind of physical intimacy other than holding hands or hugging, i would've extended that expectation to heesu and seungwon. but here, these kids just are not doing that yet. is that such a hard pill to swallow? bruh, it doesn't become straight washing cause the gay couple dint kiss or cause the straight couple got equal (note: equal) screen time. heesu is not a bl, sure. But it IS a queer kdrama. with a QUEER mc and his QUEER pining classmate (soon to be boyfriend) who has TWO moms. the third thing isn't focused on a lot but man i loved that scene in the last episode where seungwon's mom asks how much she should disclose at the meeting. and his reply, 'if you start lying, i'll have to continue it'.

Now. the last scene, which the non-fans seem to hate the most. but in fact the scene i loved the most. heesu looks back at chanyoung and jiyu walking close behind them, watches cy put his arm around jy with something like yearning flickering in his eye, he turns around, blinks it away and goes back to smiling. seungwon notices, puts his arm around heesu and when heesu kinda hesitates, asks him not to worry (about getting outed basically) cause people are just gonna assume they're close friends or some shit. like all throughout history, this has been used to erase queer people and their relationships. why not use it to your own advantage now? my favorite thing about his dailogue tho, is that it's meant to be reassuring. Seungwon is reassuring Heesu that he's proud about their relationship and wouldn't mind making it public. that he's fine with people finding out. how great is that to hear, when you've been shouldering all this turmoil alone for years, like how Heesu has been doing? Wonderful scene. episode 8,9 and 10 were my favorites and i would totally recommend this show to anyone looking for a wholesome little QUEER teen kdrama experience.

[venusbyline]

Mother Above — Aemond Targaryen.

— summary: His wish for revenge had broken the bond of love and affection between him and his mother. Alicent no longer saw him as her good boy. She was seeing him as a monster, worse than Aegon. A murderer. A murderer who could only find comfort in another woman's arms. In your arms.

— pairing: Aemond Targaryen x brothel worker!reader

— type: smut

— tags/warnings: female!reader, sub!Aemond Targaryen, prostitution, breastfeeding, lactation kink, handjob, mommy kink, mommy issues, breast worship, naked snuggling, implied Aemond Targaryen/Alicent Hightower BUT NOT REALLY, mention of Helaena and Aegon together during the Driftmark incident, Lucerys Velaryon's death mentioned, Jaehaerys Targaryen's death mentioned, religious imagery and symbolism (Faith of the Seven), single mother!reader, kinda fluff, kinda angst too, fluffy but open ending, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: Reader has no specific description of physical appearance other than breasts (no specific size mentioned) and a vagina.

— author's notes²: This one-shot is based on an anon horny thought that I received on my inbox this week 🤭🤭💕💕 Tysm sweetie!!!

❥ Aemond masterlist • HOTD masterlist

❥ about me • main masterlist

Aemond entered the brothel with the same stoic face as always, his jaw clenched almost like a stone, perfectly matching the coldness of his gaze. His single eye scanned the place without worrying about the whispers of the other people around.

The whores and their clients... All whispering about the constant presence of the Targaryen prince there, once again that week. Such visits no longer caused great surprises, no longer raised confused or fearful looks. No one asking about what he might want... Everyone knew.

Everyone knew why Aemond was there. They knew who he was looking for. Who he was paying. Who he was desiring, and not just physically.

"May I help you?" A random girl approached him, as she was instructed to do. Regardless of how obvious the reasons for Aemond's visit were, the rules established by Madam Sylvi had to be followed. The whores had to offer themselves to him first, no matter what.

Aemond grimaced at the sight of the girl coming close to him like a dog in heat, her nipples perky behind the fabric of her silk robe that did little to keep her mounds covered. She was not ugly, perhaps she was the type that would catch his older brother's attention — although Aegon did not have very high standards when it came to women. He just liked any tight pussy he could fuck.

"No." Aemond answered to the whore's suggestion, returning to survey the brothel with his eye, not even bothering himself to try to be a little more friendly or to thank her for that offer.

He was there for a specific purpose, and that one did not include tarnishing his dignity with a woman of no importance.

With a woman who was not you.

The whore did her best to disguise her reaction, a poor and weak performance. The offense at the quick rejection was clear on her face, as difficult to mask as it was impossible for Aemond to hide who he really was.

His attempt to hide his Targaryen bloodline was failing, despite the hood he wore to cover the color of his long hair.

Everyone knew he was a Targaryen prince. Everyone knew he was Aemond One-Eye. After all, who else on that damn city would have silver hair and wear an eye patch?

After a few more minutes of complete silence, an older whore approached the one who was already close to Aemond, whispering something in her ear. The younger woman took a deep breath and nodded, before turning to the prince with a fake smile. "She is waiting for you."

Aemond's tongue circled around your nipple, teasing the peak so he could turn it more perky... Drops of milk dripped even though he had not made any real effort to suck and extract them yet.

The taste was sweet. Familiar and comforting. Just like the sounds of pleasure that came from the lips of the pretty woman beside him. You.

You seemed like some Goddess before Aemond's eyes. The Mother Above herself in all her glory, granting him the blessing of taking you, of drinking from your breasts like a starving child. Like a newborn baby desperate to stay alive, to survive the hardships of life.

The hardships he brought upon himself when he killed Rhaenyra's son. When he let himself be carried away by impulsiveness, by a strong wish for revenge since the Driftmark incident.

Aemond could blame his cousins, Rhaena and Baela. Daemon’s daughters who had been too stupid to understand that a dragon was not like a puppy and could not be stolen, and that he had every right to try to claim Vhagar before Rhaena could recover herself after her mother’s death.

Aemond could blame Aegon and Helaena. His older brother had been so drunk that night that as soon as he was escorted back to his chambers by their grandfather, Aegon had snuck out and sneaking into their sister’s, laying next to Helaena even after he complained about his recent betrothal to her, both of them not even remembering about Aemond’s existence while they were having a decent conversation for the first time.

Aemond could blame Rhaenyra and Daemon. His spoiled cunt half-sister and his idiot uncle had not even paid attention to their own children, because they were so focused on having sex on that beach after years apart.

Aemond could blame Lucerys and Jacaerys. His nephews who were too easily influenced and who always played tricks on him along with Aegon. His nephews who always saw Aemond as someone inferior, who had accompanied Rhaena and Baela to argue with him about a matter that was none of their business. He could blame Jacaerys for bringing that knife, just like and he could blame Lucerys for using it.

Aemond could blame Viserys. He could blame his damned father for letting things go too far, for not defending him that night, for caring more about those "false" rumors of Rhaenyra's children's bastardy than the fact that Luke had mutilated his eye. For always favoring Rhaenyra, his firstborn, and completely ignoring the existence of his other children, even though he had spent years wanting a son, a male heir.

Deep down, though, Aemond knew there was only one person he could blame. And it was himself. His wish for revenge led him to murder his own nephew Lucerys Velaryon. His wish for revenge caused the war between the Greens and Blacks to begin in earnest. His wish for revenge was the reason for Jaehaerys' tragic death and for Helaena's incessant melancholy.

And worst of all... His wish for revenge had broken the bond of love and affection between him and his mother. Alicent no longer saw him as her good boy. She was seeing him as a monster, worse than Aegon. A murderer. A murderer who could only find comfort in another woman's arms. In your arms.

"You are hungry tonight..." You teased him, fingers stroking the prince's long hair.

A groan rumbled from Aemond's chest when your free hand moved down between his legs, teasing his shaft, but not quite touching it. Not quite holding it tightly and stimulating it. Not quite giving Aemond the pleasure he wanted. The pleasure he needed.

He felt like a son being denied by a mother. He felt like the way he had when he had tried to hold Alicent close after returning from Storm's End. His often stoic face was contorted into a look of despair, barely able to tell her that he had just killed Lucerys. His single eye were filled with tears that refused to let go, like when Aegon and their nephews played pranks on him and he sought comfort from his mother.

That time, however, Alicent did not comfort him. She slapped him across the face and yelled at him, the same way she always did with Aegon.

The boy had been deprived of any affection or words that could help him deal with the situation. During that night, just hours after becoming a Kinslayer, Aemond found himself entering a brothel for the second time in his entire life, thinking about distracting himself with a little sex, a tactic Aegon used whenever he was scolded by Alicent.

Unlike his older brother, who drowned his sorrows with wine and rough sex with any whore he saw, Aemond was looking for someone who would care about him. Create a bond. Someone who could love him the way Alicent had loved him before all of that. Or at least someone who was good enough at pretending.

And from the very first moment, you were willing to do it.

Now, after so many moons bedding with him, your motivations were no longer focused on the gold he paid you, no longer just focused on the opportunity to have enough money to keep your daughter fed and safe.

Aemond was not pretending.

You were not pretending.

Neither of you were pretending.

"Do not deny me..." Aemond's words sounded muffled against your breasts, not like an order dictated by a prince to a mere whore. It was like a little boy begging for his mother.

Like a believer begging for the compassion of the Seven.

You guided your palm until it finally closed around Aemond's thick pink cock, the young man's only eye closing with the pleasure of that touch while the sapphire that filled his empty eye socket looked even more beautiful than before.

Oh, how grateful he was to the Mother Above for your motherhood, for the breast milk that trickled from your breasts as he sucked and squeezed them, nourishing him like they nourished your own child, nourishing him like the wet nurse had nourished him when he was just a little baby, nourishing him like Alicent never cared to do when he was born.

"Gentle Mother, font of mercy. Save our sons from war, we pray, stay the swords and stay the arrows. Let them know a better day..." Your voice sounded soft, humming the hymn Aemond had already asked you to recite when he was breastfed by you for the first time.

Aemond whimpered with a mixture of pleasure and sadness, melancholy filling him as he remembered about the afternoons he had accompanied Alicent to the Sept so they could pray together. As he remembered about her humming that hymn along with Helaena when he and his sister were little kids.

Melancholy filling him as your milk wet his lips and his creamy seed splattered onto your fingers.

"Gentle Mother, strength of women. Help our daughters through this fray. Soothe the wrath and tame the fury, teach us all a kinder way." You finished singing, kissing Aemond's forehead like Alicent used to do. Like Alicent would never do again.

[mangionebabymama]

idk if this has been done yet, but i would love the angst of the original breakup that started it all…would it be during the pregnancy or once the baby was born ??? and who was the one that initiated it ??? was it a big blow up or a sad emotional breakup idk but id love to see your take on how it started and what caused it

I kind of talked about it here previously and here too briefly, as well as in previous asks. To expand more on this, I’m picturing it happening after your baby is born—because that’s when the obvious changes in your relationship and dynamic would start to unfold. As time passes, you’d begin to understand and truly see how you and Luigi are no longer just in a relationship, but now in parenthood together.

It would actually be you who initiates the breakup. You decide to end things with him, and it’s something that’s been weighing on your mind for a while. That’s when you first seek support from his mom, who’s been there for you through everything—even before you found out you were pregnant, and then again when you did, supporting your decision to have the baby, despite the initial reactions from both your parents and his—especially his, considering you were having a child out of wedlock in a relationship that hadn’t been going on very long.

The thing is, the breakup isn’t because either of you stopped loving the other. It’s not about a lack of love. It’s because love alone wasn’t enough to hold everything together at that point in your lives. Even though you and him are emotionally mature and know how to communicate through conflict, it’s the overwhelming shift in identity—how becoming parents changed you individually—that caught you both off guard. The emotional burnout, the stress of balancing parenthood, work, and your relationship… it all wore you down. Even more, intimacy faded—not just physical, but emotional closeness too. A distance formed, and suddenly you realized that the connection between you was thinning, the foundation quietly cracking.

And deep down, there was a fear of failing as parents. Maybe you were both afraid that staying together just for the baby would breed resentment. You loved each other too much to let that happen. So, you made the hardest choice: to let go before things turned ugly or irreversible.

And then, there’s timing. The timing just wasn’t right, as much as you hated to admit it. You were great together before the baby. You both thought you could handle the transition. But sometimes love isn’t enough. Maybe you both needed time to grow individually, to become the people each other would need for the long haul.

It would hit Luigi hard. He’d be in disbelief—shocked, even. He might try to convince you that it’s your hormones or the stress talking, gaslighting you unintentionally because he’s clinging to the hope that, while things have changed, you and he haven’t changed for the worse. But you know in your heart what’s best. And above all else, the most important thing is being a mother to your child. That has to come first now. Everything else, Luigi himself included, has to follow. Even though, once upon a time, he was your top priority before parenthood entered the picture.

But it would still be a deeply emotional, heart-wrenching breakup—even for you as the one who ends it. You don’t want to hurt him. You love him. You always will. He’s the father of your child, after all. That bond doesn’t disappear. But the decision, as painful as it is, feels necessary. And in the end, it leaves both of you heartbroken and in tears, to say the least.

[r0b0tb0y]

What a week! Onto pages 7-8:

Only now am I noticing how often I use a letterbox with bleed at the start of so many pages. It's a good format to set a new scene, but I wonder if a border would make it look more indoors-y.

The vectorised Cassians tumbling was really fun: it keeps up the triptych rhythm that recurs throughout and stops this from feeling too much like a clunky establishing shot. The brush was great for doing the ribbon trenchcoat, exaggerating how skinny and wiggly he is. I rotated the hands and boots a bunch of times for maximum clumsiness. It's hard to see easily but the circle-eyes in the middle of the tumble are one of my favourite 'oh shit' expressions.

I still haven't quite figured out the magic of why some hites look intuitively like somersaults and others don't work, but I liked them transitioning into the spurl of frustration (the heavier zigzag over his head).

The PLONK was another favourite Cassian to draw, with a pose reference from Wile E Coyote. I loved the idea of this being a comic about intra-canid conflict between dogs/wolves/coyotes. His nose is SO wonky.

The interior for Brasso's house went through a bunch of revisions. For characterisation I think it looks much too sparse here, but Cassian needed a lot of space to tumble through. The splodgy brick pattern is similar to the exterior texture, and looks unpleasantly similar to popcorn walls, but it couldn't be too rigid or distracting compared with the foreground. I'm curious whether deeper shadows might have worked, but I'm not yet confident enough to shade three-dimensional faces/objects consistently.

I almost forgot there'd be shards of glass around the window frame, but it works so well to make the whole shape look like a hungry mouth!

The circular frames are mostly still inside regular borders, because I wanted a very clear sequence of the wolf stalking closer before getting annoyed and skulking off. There's some ambiguity between the light and darkness inside/outside: I didn't want to over-shade either part of the background, so the wolf stands out clearly, but it's also nearly dawn, so it's not entirely gloomy on either side of the wall.

The first wolf is a bit dorky: he's just been outwitted, and while he's still a bit scary, there's a hint here that he'll be harmless in a few pages.

The middle wolf's ears are modelled very closely off my greyound when she realises I'm not grating cheese for puppies.

The bloody chin was important for continuity, hence the drips as the wolf turns in the third panel. The eye is peering at Cassian, but there's a decisive change in tactics here.

The fourth window panel in a row was a tricky choice: it's repetitive, but it keeps the focus on the inevitablity of an endurance predator like this. That 'huff' of frustration is so dear to me (usually two beats after my greyhound gives up on the possibility of cheese). While the third panel shows the wolf's frustration as he turns away, the fourth should show he's got a fresh strategy (new row of panels, and the door is now visible for him as a better alternative). We also get a glimpse outside: the moon is about to set, which will be important soon.

The door design was a bit 'eh it'll do': I scribbled some bolts and panels on it to greeble it, and kept a very conventional handle/keyhole so we how the wolf could try to get in. The face crowding up against the porthole was really fun. 'Sniff snarf snort' and a tiny 'snuffle' should give a bit of a three-little-pigs vibe. It's given a lot of space in the top-right of the panel to shrink Cassian and to drag out the possibliity of the wolf's breath creeping inside. Sure, it's a predator tracking prey, but maybe he's just a big ol snoofer wanting to be where you are.

Another Cassian I really enjoyed drawing in that popout panel. I don't know if there's a technical term for a superimposed/nested box like that, but it's enough like a reaction shot to hopefully make it clear he's still in a similar corner to where he plonked down earlier. Looking extra scruffed and scrunkly now.

PAGE EIGHT

Easily the Cassian that beguiled me the most. The profile angle with the big wibbly eyes kept messing me up, and then his upper body needs to be ambiguous as his voice carries over into the next room/panel. He escapes the border on the left because he's a bit behind on the plot at this point.

Trailing tails for the speech balloons as his voice searches through the house. I thought 'break your window' might be more obscured when I pencilled, but it reads a bit too easily: ideally I hoped to imply he was winding up for a long and fictional excuse without thinking about the here-and-now.

Brasso's room! I like drawing isometric pixel rooms, and a lot of the technique transferred pretty well—I did have to greeble it quite a bit. The shading was a pain, and I could definitely have done a lot deeper shadows, but I didn't want to risk the important detail: his bed is empty, still made, with pyjamas folded beside it. We know now that Brasso has been out all night. You can also see that he's a bookworm, and if you look very closely, keeps a modest dildo in his bedside nook.

I made the beskar texture myself! I had a really clear idea of how the lettering would be such a huge stylistic and geometric interruption. There's an absurd number of layers to it and I tried tons of brushes trying to get the ballooning shape to look bell-like without clashing too much with the scratchy/chunky style. The shape should hopefully convey the three distinct notes of We Begin, since as blxcksqvadron pointed out, only nerdy Andor fans are gong to read this anyway.

In the draft there was a little Cassian in the 'clang' wincing at the noise, but it was getting too busy already.

I was determined to make the diagonal sandwich panels on the bottom left work, despite the door handle/keyhole not being ideally positioned, and the tricky geography of Cassian turning to look back in that direction from another room. But hey, the LATCH text came out perfectly! The carved-out highlights is a technique I really like, but tricky when they're generally so stylised.

The wolf-man entering here is doing his best with the koala-ears problem, I think. Still a big vee in the head for a human, and unambiguously shaggy shoulders/clawd paws, but I don't think there's ever a perfect balance silhouette during the de-transformation.

If I did it right, the starburst details behind the wolf show the sun is coming up, generate surprise at the wolf coming in, and distracted you from the fact that the door probably slid open with much less drama but more canon compliance than a swing door.

It's full moon! AWOOO!

Thank you @distressednoise @notasapleasure @bright-thorn and @blxcksqvadron for cheer-reading me through my most ambitious comics project to date.

[timaeusresponds]

I hate for a lot of reasons I don’t owe anyone the character assassination of Dirk Strider through the epilogues (no one is going to convince me it was a logical step) (do not try i dont care) but

But

Ult Dirk’s Big Beautiful Motorboat-able Rack and Massive Biceps.

[watermelonstick]

S3 E21 "Partners" SPOILERS

this episode had me on a rollercoaster of emotions

hutch is right for getting back at starsky BUT NOT LIKE THAT PLEASE

[bg3smash-or-pass]

In response to the recent (unpublished) anon I received:

(I won’t be answering the asks directly, to condense my response into one post)

Having now read Khalid’s Baldur’s Gate and Forgotten Realms wiki entries, I think it’s actually really neat that Khalid was deliberately given an explicit stutter and it isn’t just a shorthand to convey his timidness like I assumed it was, being a game from 1998.

But also.. Khalid is still anxious. That’s not just a “horrid ableist assumption,” that’s how his character is written. Many companions in Baldur’s Gate I are described as viewing him as “cowardly”. His whole character seems to be that classic idea of, yknow, bravery not being the absence of fear but doing everything heroic in spite of it.

I’m sorry you’ve seen enough bullshit ableism surrounding Khalid that your knee-jerk reaction to someone saying he sounds anxious is to feel that they are making fun of his disability and saying he’s cowardly and incompetent.

But coming into my ask box, insinuating I am making fun of his disability to make “myself feel superior”, asking if I ever get tired of “finding new lows to stoop to”, and demanding I take my post out of Khalid’s tag so you “don’t have to be forced to see how lowly I think of him” is just. Not it.

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[lxnarphase]

━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

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[tonycries]

You'll Taste Me Too! - G.S.

Synopsis. How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You don’t - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, office AU, enemies to lovers, jealousy (Gojo’s side), FAKE DATING, PAST Naoya x reader, creampíes, breéding, oraI (fem receiving), spítting, hot springs, cúmplay, DOWN BAD Satoru, tensíon, he’s a bit mean, revenge on your ex, ambiguous office work, exhíbitionísm, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 11.9k (this was supposed to be HALF that)

A/N. This type of annoying Gojo is always so fun to write, hope y’all have a great week <3

In all your three years as head of the marketing department, it wasn’t any of the tight deadlines or the nervous interns that drove you crazy. Hell, it wasn’t even the fact that the coffee maker in the break room only made tea. 

No, the one thing you couldn’t stand - the one thing that had you contemplating whether your transfer was really worth it - came in the form of the 6’3, cloudy-haired manchild who headed the sales department. 

The one person who’d made it his personal mission to toy with your sanity as soon as you’d stepped foot into the cleancut office of Jujutsu Enterprises. 

The bane of your existence. 

“Gojo Satoru.”

“Huh?” you gape stupidly, and if this was any other time you’d have smacked yourself for the unprofessionalism. 

Yaga nods gravely - almost sympathetic - as if he honestly couldn’t fault you for your reaction. “Yes, since this upcoming contract relies heavily on collaboration between the marketing and sales departments, Satoru here-” He nods at the tangle of long limbs that’d been draped dramatically over the seat right next to you. “-will be accompanying you on your trip to Kyoto…unfortunately.”

“What do you mean ‘accompanying’-”

“The fuck do you mean ‘unfortunately’-”

Your supervisor heaves out a tired sigh over your flurry of protests, rubbing his temples, “Look, I wouldn’t have picked out your ah- duo either. But as heads of department, you two are the best and brightest we have. And the board believes we can snag the infamous Gakuganji and his protegé easily as clients with the combination of you both.” 

“But-” you sputter out. “Can’t I go with Nanami like I usually do? Surely he’s a better option than a pompous, no-good nepo-”

“And I’d rather go alone.” Gojo cuts through smoothly, flashing a cocky wink your way. “Sorry, sweetheart, but even my charm won’t be enough to stop you from scaring that client off.”

Fuck unprofessionalism. If looks could kill, the leveled glare you shoot the man at your side is enough to bury him six feet and have you dancing on his grave already. 

You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Now fully facing Gojo for the first time since you’d first entered Yaga’s stuffy office, “Oh yeah, and aren’t you the one that got reprimanded for sleeping through the last company meeting we had?”

“D-did not.” his cheeks tinge with a delicate strawberry pink.

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.” you scoff, brows furrowing when you realize you’ve inched just a bit closer than appropriate. Your knees knocking against his, yet you don’t pull away out of stubborness. “What? Too embarrassed to admit your oh-so-great ‘charm’ was in the pillows?”

Almost mockingly, he’s copying your posture, tight white shirt straining over those biceps he didn’t hesitate to infuriatingly flex any time you came around. Minty breath wafting over your cheeks when he leans in to murmur lowly - just loud enough that Yaga won’t question, “No, but you would be happy to know that it is in the sheets.”

You blink, though, you can’t really be too surprised - of course, Gojo turns the conversation into something so filthy. He always does.

But before you can spit out a few venomous expletives you really would regret saying in front of Yaga, the man himself interrupts your argument with a pointed cough. “Since the chemistry is as lively as ever,” he’s deadpanning dryly. “I take it you both will be on your best behavior for these three days, and come back with a signed contract.”

Chemistry your ass. 

And though he’s addressing you both, you feel a stab of smug satisfaction when Yaga’s gaze lock with an amused Gojo’s. 

“Mhm, of course we’ll come back successful - how could you not with the star employee on this trip.” he motions airily in your direction. You stiffen, not expecting the compliment when- “And of course our cute resident hardass will be there, too.”

“You little fu-”

“Great!” Yaga claps his hands, a signal you knew meant to get the hell out of his office before he assigns more overtime. “It’s settled then, your tickets have been booked for tomorrow and I assume you both have been emailed the appropriate information?”

Nodding, you make your way to leave - and find that Gojo is waiting, glass door to the office held open for you. With a sharp click of your tongue, you bite down on whatever words come to your throat, barely out of the office before you hear a tired warning behind you, “And please don’t try to kill each other, our insurance doesn’t cover it.” 

When you’re both out in the hallway, Gojo flashes you a cocky smirk and an even cockier “You heard the man.” Pointing at his unfairly pretty features - not that you’d admit that in a million years. “After all, my face is insured but who’d want to hurt this handsome-”

“I could.” You interrupt, rolling your eyes. “Easily. And I would, too, if it wasn’t for the fact that this job pays well.” Something you say every time he prances around in your department during breaks, bragging about how you’re “all bark but no bite.”

Satoru only chuckles, raising his hands up in surrender when you continue, “Let’s just get through these three days, ace the contract, and never speak of this again. Okay?”

To your surprise, he’s grabbing one of your hands with his much larger ones - soft, you gulp, noting involuntarily. “I like what goes on in that pretty lil’ brain of yours, silly girl. Then, let’s charm the asses off that dumbass client and the board of elders~”

Everyone in the office knew of the strange little dynamic between you two - found it to be the utmost entertainment they got in the workday. But you were damned if you let it mess up this contract. 

If you two survived the entire three days, that is. 

---

You two were not surviving the entire three days - or the contract deal, for that matter. Hell, you couldn’t even survive this first day. 

“Gojo I told you.” you squint at the glossy paper. “It says platform eight. I know you can’t see without those ugly sunglasses of yours but-”

A big arm comes up suddenly behind your shoulders, snatching the train ticket clean out of your hands. Gojo lets it rest there as he exclaims, “Let me see. Now, y’know if this was me, I’d have chosen Gran class. Ichiji in finances really skimped out buying these second class seats, gonna hafta have a word with him when we get back…”

You narrow your eyes, frantically trying to push back that strange part of you that almost wanted to lean in closer to the hit of his piney, expensive cologne. “Have fun bullying him, you leech.”

To which he only responds with a syrupy giggle, “Oh, don’t worry.” And you let out a tiny gasp when he flicks your forehead softly. “You’ll be right there in first class with me. Even with that bratty attitude of yours, the ladies love those Gojo perks.”

“Mhm explains why you’ve been single for all three years I've had the misfortune of knowing you.” you hiss, eyes desperately darting about for directions to platform eight. You were going to get on this train - with or without him. Preferably without him.

So absorbed in your mission that if you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that Gojo’s words were a pitch higher than normal when he retorts with a strangled, “S-so what? Keepin’ an eye on me, sweetheart?”

And you knew the two of you definitely looked like a peculiar sight - Gojo’s dangling off of you like a ragdoll, surrounded by the few comically large suitcases that were mainly his. So much for a three-day work trip. Your face burns at the few weary salary workers that gave the two of you a very wide berth while going about their daily commutes. Fuck, you couldn’t even ask anyone for help at this point if you both looked at like some safety hazard. 

“Did you find it?” You huff when the silence lingers a bit too long - jumping when you raise your head up to find his burning stare already inches away from you. “God- I take it back, please keep those glasses on.”

“Hey!”

You’re digging your elbow into his side now, words stumbling over the other in a heated hurry, “And get- get off we’re gonna miss this-”

“It really is you, huh?”

All at once, you’re reminded that strangely it isn’t just the two of you causing ruckus in the middle of the Shinjuku station. Unfortunately. 

Any and all previous irritation at Gojo wipes away, flooding back as full, unbridled rage when you’re tearing your eyes away from the nuisance beside you to look up and-

Oh. 

Dammit, you knew you’d recognize that grating voice anywhere - and for the first time, it wasn’t Gojo’s.

“Naoya.”

“You.” 

Still didn’t even have the decency to address you properly, huh? You bite your lower lip, unaware what to say next. But luckily you didn’t have to - because Gojo is standing up straighter, features smoothing into a mask of cool appraisal when he sweeps his eyes down at the other man. 

Finally, Naoya seems to notice him. Flickering quickly between the arm still firmly around your shoulder and his darkened stare. “And who are you?”

“Could ask ya the same thing, two-tone.” he smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. And you swear you could feel the soft pads of his fingers tightening, digging in through your silky work shirt. “What business do you have with us?”

Us - you didn’t miss the emphasis. 

Evidently, Naoya didn’t either, because his tone turns into a low, dangerous simper as he continues. “What? Can’t a man come up just to catch up with a fling?”

Gojo’s jaw clenches as he watches you register the word. Fling. Sure, after about a year of dating, the two of you didn’t have the cleanest break up - with the constant fights and him wanting to uproot your life and dream career with his new job transfer. But still. 

“Of course, he can.” Gojo raises a snowy brow, buttons on his shirt straining when he puffs his chest out ever-so-slightly. You can’t help but notice that he has much more than a few inches on your ex. Gruffing out, “But not when she’s with her new boyfriend.”

Boyfriend?

You freeze the word running around over and over in your hazy mind - boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend-

“And trust me, she’s long forgotten your sorry ass.” You’re jolting back to reality only when you feel the slow, soothing glide of Gojo’s thumb at the exposed skin of your shoulder. He looks down at you with that familiar mirthful smile to say, “Isn’t that right, my girl?”

“Ah uh-” you’re mentally kicking yourself for not choosing to attend those acting lessons in college for extra credit. Coughing out what you hope to be a believable, “Yeah, this is G-Satoru, my- my boyfriend.”

But your coworker takes it all in concerning stride, pulling you flush against his toned chest, rumbling with the muse of “Mhm, and we’re very happy together.” You honestly feel like you’re about to fall weakly to your knees right then and there in the station when you feel the distinct pressure of two soft, plump lips grazing fleetingly at your forehead. Murmuring into your hairline, “Going on a couples’ trip to Kyoto this very moment, in fact.”

“I see.” Naoya levels out, and by the sharp glint in his eyes you already knew the gears on his head were turning. But before you could question him any further, the melodic voice of the railway announcer cuts through the tense air. “Ah- that’s me. And as pleasant as this reunion was, Kurama onsen doesn’t wait.” Before clapping a hand on the shoulder of the uncharacteristically silent Gojo stood by your side, “I wish you the best with your relationship, she’s only good the first few times after all.” His next words are cold and directed at you. “I’ll text ya, if you still don’t have me blocked, that is.” 

Saved by the train - and your fist gripping onto Gojo’s button-up, Naoya saunters to climb aboard the train currently entering the nearby platform. 

Leaving the both of you in that whirling, unfamiliar silence. Gojo’s arm is still burning around your shoulder, your muscles still aching from stopping him from powerfully lunging after the other man.

You break first. 

“Why…why did you do that.” you mutter over the bustling crowds - more to yourself than him, so you’re surprised when he responds just as hastily. 

“It’s just- Because he was a dick.” Gojo’s lips form a petulant pout. He decidedly avoids your probing eyes while he plows on, “And I should be the only one allowed to be a dick to you so don’t get it twisted, silly girl.”

You scoff, before your eyes widen at where Noaya was boarding through the doors of the sleek bullet train, “Wait- Gojo-”

“Satoru, think I deserve to be called ‘Satoru’ after that.” he grins irritatingly. “Consider it a payment since it’ll kill ya to say it every time.”

“Yes yes, S-Satoru-” you wave off, but you can’t deny how easily the name rolls off your tongue. And distinctly, you wondered why you called most of your coworkers by first name, but never him before. “He’s going to Kurama onsen.”

Gojo tilts his head, nose scrunching in confusion. “And?”

“We’re going to Kurama onsen.”

---

For all the disaster the first day had wrecked upon your sanity, you were thankful enough that neither of you were sat in the same area as Naoya. Barely even settling into your cushioned seat before putting on your headphones - and a sleeping mask for good measure so you couldn’t be riled up by your coworker again. 

Surprisingly he didn’t try either. Only bothering you to share his snacks occasionally, and hog the arm space on your chair, electricity running down your skin every time he brushed up against you. 

It was quiet, somehow neither of you minded. 

“Hah- are we- woah.” you gasp out after the short walk from the Kyoto station to your destination, an intricate wooden sign coming into view. Lugging your baggage with you - Gojo had insisted he carry it too as a show of strength, but you were sure it’s because he just wanted to give up halfway through and take a taxi instead. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah yeah I get that a lot.” Gojo comes up behind you without warning, a sultry trickle of sweat trailing down his forehead to the forbidden depths of where he’d unbuttoned his shirt a few times. “But usually it’s ‘gorgeous’ or ‘hot as hell’ or-”

“Oh, shut up.” you breathe, ripping your eyes away and towards the reception. “Get your ass moving now, we’ve gotta get checked in and form a game plan for the meeting.”

“That eager to get me in a bed? Always knew ya had it in you, sweetheart.” Oh, he lets out a shiver at your blazingly dirty look. “I mean- yes, ma’am.”

There aren’t too many visitors, and you choose to do the talking when you walk up to the sweet older lady at the reception, having decided that Gojo has done way too much of that for today. Humming, “Hi there, we’re here for two rooms reserved under the name ‘Yaga’?”

A few taps of her keyboard and she’s flashing you a megawatt smile, “Oh yes, you’re right on time!” Before getting up from her seat, “I’ll be the one escorting the young couple to their honeymoon suite. Just this way-”

And while Gojo breezes past you without a single complaint, you stand frozen in the middle of the cozy wooden room. Reaching out a hand to sputter, “W-wait, surely there must be some mistake? Honeymoon suite?”

Gojo is close enough that he whispers something in her ear, and you already know it doesn’t bode well for you at all. 

“Oh honey don’t worry.” she flutters a flustered hand at you. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with having your dear boyfriend here spend a bit extra on a comfy suite. Either way, it has been booked for a while now and unfortunately nothing can be changed…”

Forgetting yourself, you sneak a glance over at where she had left her desktop on. The tiny letters on screen confirming that yes, this reservation was under the name Yaga. And no, it wasn’t a mistake that the room you were given was a honeymoon suite. 

“Get your ass movin’ now.” Gojo’s voice snaps you out of your little reverie, sounding as if he was on the verge of bursting into laughter while he mocks your earlier words. He grins, “When life gives you lemons- or when Yaga gives you a honeymoon suite…”

---

“Dibs not on the couch.”

“Dibs not on the- wait, no.” Gojo huffs when you’re finally led to your sprawling room, and for all the scandal of it being a honeymoon suite, you have to admit that Yaga had great taste. “Shouldn’t you treat your boyfriend better?”

You’re splaying yourself out on the plush mattress of the bed - the only bed, because of course the universe doesn’t bestow you with a normal work trip. But god none of those cheap motels at the trips you’d gone on with Nanami or Shoko could ever compare to this. 

Mindfully, you push away the rose petals decorating the silken sheets. “Not my problem.” Jutting a thumb towards the small private hot spring allocated for your room outside, “Sleep in the onsen. Might wanna hurry though, it’s getting dark.”

“Please?” 

“I’m kicking you out of this room altogether.”

“Pretty please.”

You feel a rush of begrudging endearment at the way he’s batting his long lashes at you. Suddenly, you’re wondering whether this is why so many at the office can’t get enough of Gojo - why everyone flocks to him as soon as he waltzes into your department for no apparent reason. Struggling to stand firm. “Hasn’t Nanami told you before that adding ‘pretty’ doesn’t work?”

Grumbling, he sets down the bags, swiftly turning around to call out, “Fine, but m’takin’ a shower first, so you better keep any expensive shampoos away or m’stealing with no regrets.”

Mind dizzy with everything from today, it’s all you can do to shuffle through your bag for your laptop. Trembling fingers deciding that if you weren’t going to think too deeply about this, might as well get some work done. 

It’s what you do for a while - to partial success - until you’re pulled out of your spiels of presentations and trying to keep Gojo’s script on subject by the sound of the running water stopping, and the bathroom door clicking open. 

And lo and behold - there stood Gojo. Shirtless. 

The very same asshole that would throw paper clips at you during meetings, and always finished off the last muffin in the break room he knew you’d been eyeing all day. Here he stood - all sharp hip bones and smooth curves of muscle that were always poorly covered by his work clothes. 

Covering almost all of the bathroom doorway with his broad shoulders, speckled with glistening droplets of water that danced tauntingly down, down, down the sharp planes of his collarbones. Down his abs, and onto a trail of white, hidden by a fluffy white towel you have to force your eyes away from. 

“Put some- put some clothes on. You- you-” you’re scrambling urgently for something near you, which unfortunately happened to be a soft cotton you’d pulled out from your bag earlier. “-you lecher.”

Wordlessly, Gojo’s stunned surprise breaks into a brilliant grin when he unfolds the canon of cloth you’d thrown his way. Humming, “You call me a lecher, but you’re the one that wants to see me in your clothes, huh?”

And sure enough - it was. It was as if the universe was playing a practical joke on you because it was your favorite t-shirt, in fact, that ragged Bleach graphic held gently between Gojo’s long, pale fingers. 

You choke out, hastily getting off the bed. “Wait- I take it back.”

“I don’t know.” Gojo teases, holding the t-shirt well over your head. And all you can do is frantically reach and swerve for it, each attempt dodged with a shit-eating grin. “You get the bed, I get this ratty t-shirt, seems like a fair trade to me, no?”

“No.”

Gojo’s face is hovering so close above yours, though, he still keeps the t-shirt safely away from you. “Then I guess this is f’me, silly girl.”

You groan, appreciating the way his breath catches in his throat when you hook an arm around his neck. Reeling him in so close while you still swipe, “No, but what you are going to get is-”

What Gojo was going to get, he never finds out. Because in your frantic effort to steal back the t-shirt you so desperately didn’t want in the hands of the bastard from sales, you don’t pay attention to that slippery pool of water forming around you two from his half-assed attempts at drying off. 

And before you know it, you’re lurching to the floor - you wince, arms held out to break your fall and-

It never happens.

Blinking your eyes open, the first thing you’re met with is what seems like miles upon miles of milky, smooth skin. Breathing in such a heady scent, it’s probably what makes your mind so melty when the realization hits you - a little too late - that you’re being held against Gojo’s chest. 

His painfully bare chest. 

“Satoru?” you breathe. Pawing at where you could feel his racing heartbeat, thumping so painfully against one of his pecs. “Are- are you okay?”

That gets you a hot laugh into your neck, followed by a long, drawn-out shudder that sends shivers down your spine. Through laughs, he manages to grit out, “You’re asking me that?”

He sounds surprised - relieved almost. Such a tender note in his tone at the lack of usual taunting in your words. 

Gojo lets you go - barely, still keeping two strong arms locked around your waist like he was afraid even the slightest distance could have you in danger all over again. “You can take the t-shirt.” He breathes, picking up the damp fabric now fallen onto the floor and pressing it into your palms. “I’m more of a Naruto guy anyway. And you can take the bed, I was jok-”

“You can take it.” 

“What? No-”

“You can.” you cut him off, giving a sidelong glance at the cramped couch tucked into a corner of your suite. Again, you’re drinking in all of him, how tall he was. How warm. How he’d probably have half his body dangling off the side of the cushions, “We can- I mean we can share. We’re adults, right? Wouldn’t want you complaining about a sore back during the contract talks anyway.”

“Worrying about me, sweetheart?” 

“No.” you scowl, pushing him away. “Now excuse you, but I have to use the bathroom since someone was hogging it earlier.”

And if you’d waited just a moment longer - maybe peaked your head out instead of scurrying inside as fast as your legs carried you - you’d have noticed that Gojo was still standing there. A fist clenched at where his heart was, face as pink as those blooming sakura outside. 

---

You didn’t sleep that night. Not one bit. 

It might partially have to do with the fact that your bed was invaded by one very gangly asshole sprawling himself all over the pillow wall you’d constructed. Or maybe to do with the aching discomfort in your joints after moving to sleep on the hard couch after only a few minutes of him getting knocking out. 

“Good morning~” Gojo’s sing-song voice rings through your verging murderous thoughts on the second day. “The sun is shining, my skin is glowing and-” His bleary eyes lock on your hunched figure across the room, looking genuinely confused as to how you got here. “-you’re on the couch?” 

“Yeah. Considered taking ya out in your sleep but then I realized the contract would be in jeopardy.”

He whines, “I’ve- I’ve never had anyone complain before.”

“They probably ran away before that.” you nod solemnly over his sputtering complaints. Stretching, content with the pop of your bones. “Don’t look at me like that, it wasn’t that bad.”

You look away when Gojo mimics your actions, sleep shirt lifting to reveal a sliver of white tufts at the hem of his boxers. He pouts, sulky eyes still locked on you, “But still, should’ve kicked me out. I would’ve expected you to instead of taking that shitty couch. Seems like something that guy would do.”

Your heart pangs - just a bit - and you let out a sharp laugh, “Fine, I’ll kick you out tonight. Maybe.” It’s genuine, it really is, and in the growing silence all Gojo can manage to do is fall back into your little familiar dance of teasing.

“Going soft on me? Y’know it’s usually the ladies crawling into my bed not out of it-” 

“Oh fuck you. I take it back, I will kick you out of the room itself. Have fun sleeping in the onsen, you smug bastard.”

He squawks in protest when you throw a cushion at him. Several, actually, just for good measure. “Mercy, woman! I’m delicate!”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

When Gojo falls back into the comfort of the silky soft sheets, you heave out a sigh. Making your way to the sliding doors, still fully expecting a flustered employee telling you that this was all a mistake and of course, you two weren’t booked for the honeymoon suite. 

“Yes?” you answer, eyes widening when you spot that familiar man in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh god, it’s you.” Naoya spits, gaze heating up. “Of course, I should’ve known it’s you and that idiot boyfriend of yours makin’ so much noise next door.”

Great. Perfect. Wonderful. As if this trip couldn’t get any better. 

You pinch your nose, echoing hollowly, “What do you want?”

“Exactly that. Don’t make so much noise, neighbor. I don’t care what limp dick he’s giving you-” 

“Is that all?” you ask dryly, fully knowing there’s more he’s just aching to hurl at you. Before tucking yourself further behind the door, “If that’s all then I hafta go back to that ‘limp dick’.”

“What’s this about limp dick?” Goosebumps run along your arms when you feel something soft - hot - push up from behind you. From the corner of your eye, you spy a long milky hand flex as Gojo - shirtless - cages you in the doorway, “Because it sure can’t be mine then. Won’t you agree, my girl?”

Your face burns at the knowing wink Gojo throws your way, barely managing to hasten, “Uh- yeah.”

“She doesn’t sound very convinced.” Naoya narrows his eyes at your minute expressions, knowing you uncomfortably well after so long. “Guess she’s been missing a real man, huh?”

He scoffs, and you gulp heavily when soft lips kiss a gentle trail up the side of your neck, “Well who’s the one that’s been makin’ her scream all mornin’?” Gojo tilts his head innocently, blatantly showing off a ruddy splotch from where you’d attacked him with a cushion earlier, the zipper leaving a suspicious mark. “Like I said at the train station, she can make her own choices and she’s long forgotten your sorry ass so don’t even try it, you two-toned little bastard.”

Wrapping a possessive arm around your waist, you’re easily tugged back into the safety of your suite - and into Gojo’s sculpted front. You don’t push him away as your immediate thought was to, the feeling was right - too right.

“Satoru?” you hiss once the door is slammed shut.

“Hm?” he whispers hotly into the crook of your neck. 

Still pressed up so close that you can feel the surge and dip of his chest when he breathes you in deeply. “Why are you shirtless?”

“Uh- did I ever tell you I was a method actor, sweetheart?”

---

Unfortunately, despite being in one of the most picturesque hotspots that Kyoto had to offer, a work trip - especially one with such a high profile client and his protegé - meant that the two of you spent most of the day cooped up in your room, typing away on your laptops. 

“Ugh, this sucks.” Gojo groans for about the seventh time this hour. Running a hand tiredly through his hair, “Are you always such a hardass about contracts like this? Honestly, I can’t even feel my legs and it is not in the good way-”

“You pussy.” you grumble as you chug down another can of coffee, eyes flickering to the clock at the end of the room reading 11:00PM. “You don’t see me complaining.” 

He only scoffs, “Of course ya wouldn’t complain, this shit probably gets you off. But unfortunately for those of us that have lives-” 

You click your tongue, rubbing the oncoming headache that always seems to appear when you’re near Gojo. “Yeah, because talkin’ out of your ass and being a public nuisance is such a great life.”

“C’mon now, I see you picking at that blanket - my blanket, by the way - like it insulted your entire bloodline. You’re not slick, you wanna get outta here too.” At your pointed silence, he’s kicking his legs in the air, very much the toddler you knew him to be. “That’s- that’s it I can’t-”

Before you can react, Gojo is barrelling through the sliding doors of your suite. Long legs carrying up the short pathway that led to that private hot spring.

You’re following him before you realize it, “What- what are you- oh!”

You couldn’t cover your eyes fast enough. Being gifted with a brief, obscene eyeful of pale skin - leading all the way down his naked back, and even further when he cannonballs straight into the pool of water. 

Shit, maybe this was why the others at the office loved him so much. 

And it was hard not to understand it when Gojo’s drenched head poked out from under the hot water. White strands plastered to his forehead, a blush creeping down his skin at the head, looking at you with slightly-red, damp eyes that only seemed bluer through the steam.

“Yeah yeah I know I didn’t rinse before and I know I didn’t finish our project yet but-” he grins a grin that you don’t think you could ever forget. And you don’t know whether how hot you feel is from the onsen or him. Reaching out a soaked, strong arm towards you. “-won’t you help me get out?”

You startle, clearly not having expected this request. Narrowing your eyes suspiciously as you inch closer, “Get out?” He nods eagerly, fingers intertwining softly with yours. “Fine but-”

Whatever scream you might’ve let out is swallowed up by water- then air. 

Then more very deserved yelling, of course. “Satoru what the fuck-” Your nails dig into his deltoids, sure to leave some very questionable marks but you didn’t care at this moment. Wiping away the water in your face while he holds you up easily, “I’m gonna kill you.”

“Yeah yeah, can’t kill me when you’re clinging to me like this, sweetheart.” Gojo rolls his eyes, but he makes no move to push you off. In fact, he only tightens the arm around your hips. “You looked like you needed that, the 8 hours of straight working like Yaga was havin’ you act like him.”

Somehow, you don’t feel strange about the fact that you’re being pushed up against a very painfully naked Gojo. Living out what is probably the wet dream for about half the office.

He notices, of course he does. 

“Trynna take a peek?” Gojo wiggles his brows. And when you’re trying to hide away behind your hands, he nuzzles them away, arms a bit too occupied holding you captive. Sighing dramatically, “No need to be shy, many people do. I don’t mind of course, ah the woes of being fucking hot.”

Gasping, “Fuck you.” Unbeknownst as to why, you’re laughing. Contemplating whether you should really give him a good kick down below when you choke out, “You’re an asshole, y’know?”

“I know.” he smiles. “N’ yet you still haven’t drowned me.”

“I really fuckin’ hate you.”

Why could you really fucking kiss him right now? 

“I know.”

The moment is broken only a few seconds later by some ungodly screeching you recognize to be none other than your beloved ex’s from next door. Yelling about “Shut the fuck up, if you’re gonna have onsen sex I’m calling the front lobby.”

“What? Can’t a man fuck his girl in peace?” Gojo shouts back. “Shut up just because your puny dick can’t get some, two-tone.”

That broke whatever magical spell was put on the two of you, obviously. And you were the first to run back to the suite - leaving Gojo and his nakedness alone. Very, very alone. 

He takes a bit longer to follow you, and you’re already freshened up and in bed by the time he makes his way to the bathroom - with clothes this time, fortunately for your sanity. 

Only a few minutes later, he’s nestling right next to you on the bed. You gasp in a sharp inhale at the heat of his proximity, mere millimeters away from you now. 

“Good work today, by the way.” Gojo gruffs out to your turned back, quiet words carrying over that ridiculous extra-vaulted wall of pillows, padded up with ones from the couch, too. Silver tongue stumbling over his words slightly, “For how much I complained I didn’t get to tell ya. You and I - mainly I - are gonna ace that contract tomorrow.”

There’s no taunting in his tone, not one bit. And you surprise the both of you when you murmur out shakily, “I’m worried.”

“Huh?” he chokes in disbelief. “Listen, I know I slept through that meeting one time, but I swear it was only one time. I’m a…somewhat changed man, I promise I won’t-”

“Not that.”

He pauses at your interruption. All is quiet - only the chirping of crickets outside, and the steamy buzz of nearby hot springs. 

And for the first time in the twenty-something years Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc upon this Earth, he is rendered speechless. Wordlessly picking apart your wall of pillows - one by one, as if to give you more than enough time to stop him - to loop two strong arms around you. 

“Shut up.” he breathes. “You’ll do brilliant, silly girl.”

---

Gojo remembers the exact date he met you - probably the exact time, too. Honestly, even three whole years after that initial meeting, he can’t remember anything but that, if you asked him to recall a single meeting held that week then Gojo honestly wouldn’t have been able to tell you. 

It was a regular day spent driving poor Nanami over in the marketing department dangerously close to his fifth migraine of the day.

“You know I know I’m a valuable asset to this company Nanamin.” he chuckles, looking over where the other man was readying a sparkly Welcome! banner. “But this is all too much even for me~”

“It’s not for you.” Nanami spits, curtly. Barely sparing Gojo a glance before readying the welcome muffins, “It’s for the new head of department arriving soon today.”

And oh that piqued his interest like never before. That had all thoughts of the meeting he was currently missing flying out the window as he wondered what you would be like. Swiping away a few of those tempting muffins right out of Ichiji’s hands, he wonders. Would you be another Ichiji? Would you try and keep him under your thumb like Yaga? Hah, you could try but-

“Look I don’t know if the sales department doesn’t have food but, really?” 

What?

A shudder wracks through the oh-so-great Gojo’s body at the sound of your cool, firm tone turning to meet the source and-

Oh. Oh wow. So that’s what it’s like to have your soul impaled and buried six feet under.

It was sort of addicting.

And if Gojo thought his knees were weak at just a gorgeous glare from you - well, he was completely and utterly unprepared for when he leaned in closer to where you stood firmly. Shielding a pale, trembling Ichiji. And, honestly, with a death stare like that you couldn’t blame a guy for getting nervous! It’s all he could do to hum out a cocky, “What? Want some, sweetheart?”

“Sweetheart? What I want is you out of my department.” you furrow your brows. “Now.”

It’s all that’s said before you’re dragging him by his hand out - and, shit Gojo is so riveted by how soft your hands are that he almost forgets to be offended by the way the entire marketing department just watches and giggles at the scene playing out before them. Traitors.

You push him out of the door, “I better not see you coming back to toy with my new employees-” Heavy gaze flickering down to his name tag. “-Gojo.”

Ah, truly a woman of his dreams. 

And it honestly still felt like a dream even now - especially now - when you’re stood in front of him on the third day in Kyoto. Fingers messing meticulously with your hair as you check your reflection in the mirror, smoothing down your new red dress. “God, I hope it isn’t too much. How do I look?”

Perfect, he wants to say. 

But instead he nudges your shoulder in the booth of your seat, settling for an obnoxious, “Alright, not as good as me, though.” Gojo takes delight in the way you give his arm a punch, smile a lot easier than before now. 

“As if, you can’t even tie this properly. Here-” your fingers fiddle deftly with his slightly crooked tie. “Fixed it, you big baby.”

He grins, “If you wanted to get your hands on me then you should’ve- oh wait you already have, haven’t you? I remember that someone bypassed her own lil’ pillow wall last night.”

“Shut up.” you give him a tight warning. “They’re here.”

Honestly, there was only one thing worse than seeing old Gakuganji - that is, the sight of his sniveling protegé following him right after. Except- 

“Two-tone?” 

“Y-you!”

There’s a tense silence between the three of you in the exquisite onsen dining hall, one that almost makes you want to jump up and bolt back to your room because this can’t be real. Surely, this can’t be-

“I see the three of you are already acquainted?” Gakuganji’s strained, aged voice cuts through your whirlwind of thoughts. “Sit, sit, Naoya. That only makes things easier.”

As a fuming Naoya and an oblivious Gakuganji take their seats in front of the two of you, you feel the undeniable pressure of long, warm fingers squeezing your own. Reassuring. And it makes you flash the two men your best, most polished business smile, “So, about the contract.”

---

“I’m going to throw up.”

“Satoru.”

“No, I will throw up. And that will not be good for my reputation.”

“Satoru, if you throw up I’m beating your ass.”

He narrows his eyes at your heated whisper, matching you with a low, “Damn keep it for the bedroom sweetheart. We still hafta wait till Gakuganji comes back with his decision.” 

“Ahem!”

It’s that annoyed, grating faux cough that drags you and Gojo out of your little world - back to reality in which no, unfortunately while your primary client has gone off to take an important business call regarding your contract, you were left to babysit his protegé.

“Yes, Naoya.” you give him a dry grin. It was nearing well into late night at this point, and most of the other visitors had cleared out except for the reserved table you were sitting in. “Do you want to be beat up, too?”

He only points an accusing finger at the two of you, “Don’t play games with me you hear. I’ve already got you figured out, coming here on a business trip and dating your coworker all the same-” Both you and Gojo raise a brow at this, what an idiot. “-you two will be fired for this.”

You catch Gojo’s eye and try not to burst out laughing, “As if. And trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I knew that you were Gakuganji’s new protegé.”

“Not because the guy you have to be here with is the same one you told me you hated back then?” he spits. “Honestly, you’d have been better off with me than this ‘pompous, no-good nepo baby asshole’ as you loved to put it.”

And you knew that Gojo was aware of your little rivalry - hell, he was an active participant, more than happy to rile you up every time. But that still didn’t stop you from tensing up when you spared a glance at the man beside you. 

Surprised to see that unapologetic smirk on his face, “Of course she did.” Looking down at you with what you swore was such unimaginably deep fondness in his eyes. “I probably imagine she told you all the funny ways she wanted to get back at me, too? Banning me from the marketing department? Holding an anti-Gojo campaign? Strangling?” Gojo takes Naoya’s shocked silence as enough of an answer, “Guess what, she did hate me, probably still can’t stand me. Very understandably so, because she’s hot as fuck when she’s mad.”

Despite his furrowed brow and the angry slash of his mouth, Naoya can’t stop himself from blurting out, “W-well how did you-”

“We fuck it out, of course.”

And perhaps for the one time on this entire trip, the universe smiles down at you. You find yourself sighing in relief at the sight of Gakuganji nearing your table, evidently done with his phone call. Thank fuck, you weren’t ready for a fight to break out and this dress was too expensive to ruin. 

“Seems you three are getting along well.” the old man drones out, and by the tone of his voice you genuinely can’t tell whether he was joking or not. Turning towards you and Gojo, “Well, after that very thorough presentation and careful consideration with the board at our Kyoto branch, we have all come to a unanimous decision.” You wait with bated breath for his next few words, “Where do we sign?”

Naoya stands in his seat, “But- but, sir.” He cringes, as furious as the last time you’d seen him a year ago. “You can’t sign off on this deal- not with these scumming, absolute little shits.”

“Naoya.” Gakuganji’s voice carries a warning. “You are dismissed.”

Ah, Gojo chuckles inwardly, exactly where he wanted him. 

It seemed like a blur after that - a blur of signed contracts and Gojo making faces at an ashen-faced Naoya behind Gakuganji’s back, of being told that the two of you simply “must visit” their offices in Kyoto one day - much to your exes absolute torture. To which Gojo had replied with a smug, “Of course, my girlfriend and I will. Won’t we, sweetheart?” Just loud enough that Naoya - who’d been banned to a nearby table - could fume over. 

And it’s how you found yourself pulling a giggly Gojo by his lapels back to your suite, hasty and desperate. Tripping over one another as you stumble in. 

“Easy there on the merchandise, sweetheart.” he jests, but it sounds so strained even to him. “Can’t break our streak and kill each other on the last day now, can we?”

Your laughter dies down, “Hey, Satoru?”

“Oh no…”

“Why did you call me your girlfriend even at the end back then?”

His brows scrunch up, pleading almost. He chokes out, “Just- you- I just-” Flicking a calculated finger right in the middle of your forehead, “You think too much, did you know that? Hate to see this pretty face like this, did you see his reaction?”

“Oh my god yes did you see his face, Satoru?” you’re pressing him against the wall to steady yourselves. Feeling so drunk off the evening and him. “Naoya looked like he was going to explode right then and there. We did so good.”

“What did I tell, ya? I always know everything, silly girl.” Two big arms wrap around yours in a congratulatory hug - or, at least, what you think is a congratulatory hug. And if his palms dip just a bit lower than your waist - if this was just a bit inappropriate - neither of you say anything. “Mhm. Don’t even know what you dated that fool in the first place, he’s not even in your league.” 

You scoff, “Gee thanks.”

“No no, not in that way, don’t ever think in that way, stupid.” A long index comes up to tilt your chin up to meet his greedy gaze. “You’re too gorgeous for him. Besides, he spoke like a man who couldn’t even find the clit.”

“Well- he did find it.” you relish in that deepening furrow of Gojo’s brow, the way the muscles in his jaw tick just right. “But wanna hear a secret?” Those soft baby hair at the nape of his neck raise when you’re whispering in his ear, barely even waiting for his dazed nod. “He still never made me cum.”

“...Never?”

“Never.”

There’s a beat of silence, one. Two. 

Shit. 

You’d long expected Gojo’s smart mouth to make some kind of insulting joke by now. And you’re halfway through wondering whether you’d overshared too much, untangling your arms from his vice-like embrace before-

“I would.” he rasps, breaths ragged. You’re tilting your head in confusion when he repeats cockily, “I would’ve made you cum, y’know. How could I not?”

There’s a snarky little part of you that makes you quick a brow, a sultry smirk playing on your lips. “Is that an offer?”

Gojo’s arms loop around you tight - almost too tight, you could almost hear your poor bones popping in protest. “It’s a promise.”

Oh that’s all you wanted to hear right about now. And he can fucking see the goosebumps that make their way down your exposed shoulders, he can practically hear that syrupy sweet tone that was really not good for his sanity. 

“Prove it, Satoru.”

His lips are crashing against yours like they’re magnetized - and it’s nothing like what you’d imagine kissing Gojo Satoru would’ve been like. Nothing suave, shallow. It’s sloppy, a mess of teeth and lips and his tongue tasting every inch of your candied lips like he couldn’t get enough. Like he didn’t even want to breathe for fear of losing out on your pretty mouth. 

“Fuck-” Gojo hisses, delicate strings of spit snapping as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to take in the delicious sight of you all glossy eyed with swollen lips. “Fuck you’re so beautiful. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

Kissing you over and over like he couldn’t get enough. Like he didn’t want to get enough, you’re moaning when Gojo slips his tongue past the seam of your lips. Addicted to the distinct taste of him and those cheap cherry lollipops you always caught him sucking on in the break room.

He’s drawing back in a way that has him drinking in your soft noises, big palms kneading your body over your dress. 

“Sa- Sato-” you’re gasping out when he flips you over to press you up against the wall. Assaulting your bruised lips with heated peck after peck. “What do you- mean-”

He groans, lips moving to kiss down the quivering column of your throat, “Shut up- Just shut up and kiss me. God, for how much I love that mouth of yours, you talk way too much, sweetheart.”

And that was really rich coming from him - but you don’t get to snark back at him. Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that Gojo decides he’s had enough of playing nice - that is, if he was in the first place. 

Immediately fiddling towards that cold metal zipper in the back, gliding down the red fabric right along with your bra- shit, when did he even unclip it?

“You-” you sputter, the cool chill of the bedroom pebbles your sensitive nipples. The dawning feeling that this absolute thorn at your side might be much more than just talk has your thighs pressing together. Leveling him with a narrow look, “You are such a whore, aren’t you?”

He flashes you a sheepish grin, large palms groping your tits. “Would ya believe me if I told you it was from how many times I’d imagined this before?”

“Absolutely not.”

This earns you a sharp smack! gifted onto the fat of your ass, the five pads of Gojo’s fingers burning onto where your dress was hiking up. 

“Always need to talk back, don’t you?” he spits, shoving a knee between your two legs. Such an innocently handsome grin splashing across his face at the soft moan you let out, grinding purposefully against that damp mound of your needy cunt. “Why won’t you ever hah- believe me?” He has one hand shoving your dress down, down, down. The other dragging your sloppy hips down his muscled thigh, “You wanna hear a secret? Stick your tongue out f’me like a good girl now, sweetheart.” 

And oh you wanted to fight back. To outright refuse to comply so brattily, but it’s all you can do to nod blearily, feeling so fucking dirty with the way you’re letting your tongue loll out. Whining when Gojo smushes your cheeks together into an obscene pucker, into the perfect target for him to spit once. Twice. 

“Yeah, take it- that’s my girl. A secret for a secret, right?” Gojo smiles so darkly, swiping away that thick splatter of syrupy saliva dredged up on the corner of your mouth. Intentional, of course. His words are low but clear, unable to have you mistaking them for anything else when he says, “That time I slept through the whole meeting? Wasn’t sleepin’.”  He bites down on your earlobe, licking lightly. “S’just, I happened to see that cute new skirt you were wearing that day, it was so short- so fuckin’ tight. Couldn’t bear to show my face, not after I’d just spent the past few hours with my hand wrapped around my cock, wondering all the sweet things I could do to you in it.”

You’re gasping, “You’re so fucking filthy.”

“Yeah yeah.” he purrs, toying with the hem of your now dress, the red cloth now dangling somewhere at your thighs. “And don’t pretend you’re not just as dirty, hardass. Actin’ all prudish when ya dress like this underneath.”

As if to prove his point, the back of one of his fingers is gliding across where your lacy black panties were peeking out. Groaning at the sopping wet fabric, “Yeah, just as dirty as I thought.”

With his little hypothesis confirmed, it’s all that Gojo has to do to pick you up with one arm hooking under your already trembly thighs. You’re keening when he plants another solid smack on the fat of your ass, “Satoru!”

“Ohh, I love that. Say it again.” he murmurs, walking slowly to the edge of your shared bed. Savoring that feeling of your drooling cunt seeping through to paint a small dark patch on his suit. “I said, say it again.”

All it takes is another harsh slap against your ass, and a honeyed drag of Gojo’s name for him to splay you out like some slut on the soft silken sheets. You find yourself pulling him back by his broad shoulders when he takes the moment to admire just how gorgeous you looked. Even better than any daydream that mind of his could think of. 

“Sa-toru-” you mewl, and he only licks his lips as if in a daze. Not knowing where to look - at that needy, already-cockdrunk glaze over your eyes, at the way your flimsy dress wrapped around the plush of your thighs, at that glistening little patch on the plump mound of your cunt. So mouthwatering. “Satoru- Sa- Toru!”

That makes him snap out of his little hypnosis. “What did you call me?” he breathes. 

You bat your lashes deceivingly innocently up at him, “Sato-”

“No.” he’s cutting you off, Adam’s apple bobbing with the heavy gulp he takes. Thumbing at your puffy lips as if to drag the same words out of you - have them going straight to his achy cock once more. “That other one. Don’t play stupid with me, silly girl, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

Oh, you did. 

And you’re feeling the way your dripping pussy clenches with anticipation when you whine out that little nickname once more. “Toru, please.” Adding a little flair to have Gojo’s rosy lips fall into a soft oh! choking on a ragged low hiss when a hand of his subconsciously goes down to squeeze his bulging erection. 

“Oh yes, m’name sounds so fuckin’ cute on your lips.” he groans. The sheets below you two rustling with movement when he shuffles urgently downwards, “Sounds so fucking good it makes me wanna-” 

RIP!

“-know if she sounds it out just as pretty as you.”

You’re still reeling from the tatters of what remained of your favorite red dress being thrown unapologetically onto the tatami mats below. Huffing in irritation, “Satoru, if you’re ngh- dead if you don’t replace that-”

He’s shutting you up with another quiet smack onto your heated skin - this time at your shamefully spread inner thighs, the edges of his padded fingers just barely touching on your swollen folds. “Yeah yeah, I’ll buy ya the whole fuckin’ store if I have to.” Before hovering so close you could feel every hitch of his hot breath on your beading cunt, “And m’gonna make it so you don’t dare call me that again.”

You don’t have a response to that - and anything you might’ve taunted back is being knocked out of your mouth. The only thing leaving it being slurred little whimpers of Gojo’s name when he licks a long, languid stripe up your puffy slit. 

“Oh, look at that.” he chuckles. Pushing apart your thighs to get a nice greedy look at every drop of your sweet sweet juices glistening in the dim lighting. “Think she’s more mouthy than you, if tha’s even possible, heh.”

His long, eager tongue is slurping up every syrupy drop of your slick. Again. And again. And again and again and-

“Fuck- Toru.” your fingers find their way weaving into his soft strands when the very tip of his soft tongue finds its way just past your folds. Arching your spine off the plush bed needily like some slut, “Need you to- hngh- go deeper.”

The only response you’re getting is a sultry, smug grin being spread across your pussy lips. Feeling everything from the quirk of his cupid’s bow, to that dimple at the edge of Gojo’s smirk, “Knew you were needy, but this- this is fucking amazing.”

“Guess you’re all bark no bite, huh?” you pout, voice teetering into teasingly whiny. And oh how you love the way that wipes all the cockiness from Gojo’s face. “Even Naoya was able to actually eat me out the way I-”

It’s like it killed him to hear those goading words from you - and something snaps before he’s shoving that pretty face of his back nose-deep into your addictive pussy. 

Slotting his tongue up and down your hot slit. Up and down up and down up and-

“F-fuck, oh Toru-” you squeal when he wastes no time pushing past that snug little ring of resistance to reach deep into your gummy walls. Barely even giving you any warning - Gojo’s eyes roll to the back of his head at how sinfully tight you were squeezing him. “Shit how are you in so deep-”

And that petty, petty little part of him doesn’t answer, instead gliding up a determined thumb up to draw methodical circles on your throbbing clit. Fast. So so sloppy with the way he was letting your juices dribble past his knuckles, his wrist, forming a glossy sheen all the way down to the sheets. Matching the ruthless cadence of the way he was fucking your ravaged cunt the way he wished he could do with his rock-hard cock right now. 

“Ah!” you gasp, when one swipe of his tongue sends jolts of pure white-hot pleasure running up your spine. And that’s all Gojo has to hear before he’s attacking your hidden sweet spot over and over. “F-fuck s’too good. Fuckin’ hate how your big mouth is- ngh- so good at this-”

That causes a husky rasp of laughter to bubble its way out of Gojo’s throat, and he’s pinning your wildly bucking hips down with one arm. “Don’t you dare run away now. You’re so cute when you’re cockdrunk and truthful like this, silly girl.”

The vibrations have you moaning out a feverish Toru! Toru! Toru! louder than ever, wrenching out of you with every crash of his soft tongue against your sensitive spots. Every harsh swivel on your clit, just harder on the tip, softer at the curve. 

“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah, say my name like that.” he gasps, spitting out hissy profanities into your velvety walls. You were squeezing him so tight it was almost difficult to bully his tongue into your plushy walls. To keep up his mean staccato - but fuck, it didn’t matter if his fingers were cramping up, it didn’t matter if his tongue was getting tired. Because Gojo Satoru was one stubborn man. “Louder-”

“T-Toru!”

“No no,” you’re jolting at the feeling of something cool and glossy hitting your cunt in a harsh glob. Gojo barely wastes any time thumbing his spit in to mix with the mess made down below, letting your ears ring with such obscene squelches that have your cheeks burning. “Hear this, sweetheart?” As if there’s anything else you could hear, he’s pulling out those sultry sounds from you. “She’s louder than you, n’ that makes me so sad-” You fuck up further and further into Gojo’s tongue, eyes locked with his down in his favorite position between your legs. “-my girl can be ah- loud f’me, right? Say my name, say it so the whole fuckin’ onsen hears.”

“Toru—”

He’s taunting you in that same honeyed tone, “Louder.” Murmuring even deeper into your cunt, “C’mon, louder. Tell it to me.”

“Toru! Fuck- m-close-” It’s probably the last understandable sentence you’re managing to moan out before you finally cum. Wave after wave of such filthy pleasure hitting you, it’s all you can do to tighten your grip on his hair. Angling and using leverage to grind your hips down deeper, jolting with every flick of his tongue sending stars behind your eyelids. And Gojo, satisfied, shuts up to let you ride his face through your high. Using him, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over his tongue, his mouth. Over and over.

“Jus’ a bit more-” you hear him whisper out so sweetly over your ringing ears. Suddenly, your limp hands fall to the sides of that drenched pool you’ve made. And yet Gojo is still going, still meshing his bruised lips so messily against your own, making out with your cunt in a way that has him so depraved. “Just some more, pretty girl- you taste so addictive.”

Big fat tears of overstimulation prick at your eyes, and you’re sobbing out, “W-wait- fuck m’too sensitive for that.”

“You can handle it, you’re a big- fuck- a big girl, aren’t ya?” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every taste of your pussy. Surging forwards despite the hold you have on his hair, “Hold on- just want a bit more- you don’t know how long-”

The pout he’s giving you once you have to just drag him away like a man starved, fighting against the grip you have on him. 

But oh Gojo looks so pretty, cloudy bangs pulled back to reveal his delicately blushing face, lips painted in a glossy sheen of your slick. Slobbering down, down, down to glisten across the bottom half of his face. Looking so bruised with how greedy he was, almost the same color as those cherry lollipops he loved so much. And his eyes - fuck, his eyes - glassy and half-lidded, hazy with a sheen that told you he was already completely and utterly pussydrunk out of his sanity. 

“Toru…” you start, unable to tear your eyes away from the way he moans at the mere sound of your voice. “Your turn.”

It’s a long endeavor to get rid of Gojo’s pants - or, at least that’s what it feels like. 

Hooking a still-shaky leg over his toned waist, you’re slamming his muscular frame down onto the mattress. Buttons hitting the floor when you all but tear his overpriced button-up off - because, really, it’s not you two if one of you doesn’t get your revenge somehow.

“These- these damn belts.” you scoff, too-eager fingers fumbling with the metal latches of Gojo’s belt. “Why does it have to have so many-”

“You’re so cute when you’re eager this way, silly girl.” he’s cupping the side of your face. Free hand easily unbuckling his belt, and the heady metallic sounds are enough to have your cunt so needy. “Like this-”

You’re gasping when he finally takes his formal dress pants off - along with those uselessly precum-soaked boxers. Sticky and leaving a lewd trail of glossy down his milky, sculpted thighs. 

And oh if you thought Gojo was pretty before then he was a fucking masterpiece right now. All tall, lean muscle that rippled with every minute movement. Curves and dips of sculpted skin being accentuated so perfectly against the dim lightning in your suite. 

So infuriating at how that couldn’t give you a better look at his massive, swollen length. So long and girthy, hefty where his fat head was leaking silky precum all over his abs. Such a delicate pink matching his lips at the head, dancing down, down his thick, prominent veins to those tufts of soaked white at his sharp pelvis. Fuck, he was so big - could you actually take him?

Wrapping your soft palm around Gojo’s furiously throbbing fast, you’re letting him coat you hand in a sinful sheen. And you can’t help but wonder what he’d taste like, too-

“Hold on right there, my dirty girl.” your slowly dipping head is tilted firmly by Gojo. “As much as hngh- fuck you’re squeezing me so tight- as much as this has been fuck- all I’d dreamt of since that office ice cream party. I just know m’gonna cum as soon as you put that smart mouth on me, sweetheart.” He’s kissing gently at your lips, sucking on your lower lip. “And I just know you’re never gonna fuck– let me live that down.”

You smirk, “Not gonna live that ice cream party thing, either, Toru.”

“He flashes you such a devilish smile, steadying your hips to straddle him messily. Spreading your legs on either side of his weepy tip. “Oh, fuck off.”

You hiss when you’re feeling the hot kiss his head is planting on your sensitive pussy lips, “Fuck you.”

“No.” Gojo chuckles, powerful thighs curling up to plant his feet on the mattress. Waiting. Anticipating. “I’m fucking you-”

It’s barely even a warning - laughable, really - how that’s all he’s gifting you with before bullying the very tip of his fat cock into your snug cunt in a sloppy hit. 

He groans, eyes fighting to roll to the back of his head but caught so so greedily on the way you swollen pussy lips are being spread so obscenely to swallow every single inch after fucking inch. Disappearing down into your gooey walls, Gojo’s breath hitches at the first sign of resistance from your too-tight entrance. 

“C’mon now.” he moans gutturally. Hips fucking up in a jagged, slow grind, trying so desperately to plunge himself in deeper. “C’mon c’mon come- on-” 

“Toru!” you’re gasping when he slides his soaked length even deeper. Feeding in to the way your gummy walls want more more more more- “You’re so fuckin’ hngh- impatient.”

“Me?” he’s asking, voice a few octaves higher and dripping with the audacity to sound so genuinely in disbelief. “You’re- you’re saying that I’m impatient. Oh, sweetheart-” you blink back the lusty haze in your eyes to look down at Gojo fully, spying that upwards curl of his lips that you knew didn’t mean well for you right now. “-look down.”

Your eyes widening as you’re whirling downwards to spy the way he’s not even halfway in yet. But that’s not all, no, your poor pussy is just absolutely bulging around his girthy shaft, struggling, stretched to their limits - yet still quivering with the effort to try and milk something delicious out of him. 

And the moment that tiny, shaky gasp leaves your mouth, his sharp hip bones are just crashing into yours. Toned hips lifting off of the bed to drive his achy cock into your drooling cunt. One hand kneads and gropes the flesh of your ass to steady you down, down, down-

“Toru-” you’re moaning, like a mantra, once his angry tip is gliding across the spongy wall of your cervix. The stretch too much, Gojo’s cock so thick in his girth that you could feel each and every sweet spot of yours being dragged down his length. “F-fuck, Toru!”

He chuckles, gritting out through those long, determined grinds. Having himself now fully stuffed inside your cunt, heavy balls kissing at the curve of your ass, pubic hair scratching up against your needy clit.  “Can’t hah- keep quiet, can you? Fuckin’ love how needy she is- how needy you are.”

“Sh-shut up-” you mewl, narrowing your eyes. 

“Hah- I would.” Gojo grins out so smugly. Tilting you precariously on top of him like some ragdoll to easily give your g-spot a mean crash of his greedy head. “But you can’t.”

And of course, he’s proving his own point by bouncing you in a heady, fast tandem, abs burning with the ache to fuck you so rude. Gojo spits once on two of his long, slender fingers, letting this lewd coating smear down to his knuckles before dipping them down to spread your puffy folds even farther. 

“Fuuuck, jus’ look at you.” he rasps, the deep baritone of his voice having your gummy walls mold even harder onto the shape of his cock. Gojo throws his had back, twitching balls squeezing harder with every increasing smack against your ass. “Shit shit shit- how that bastard had you hngh- all to himself and didn’t make th-this pretty pussy come everyday I’ll never understand.” He’s pulling you down with a hand to the back of your neck, tightening, “So don’t we hah- rub it in his ugly face?”

Shit, the thought has you grinding and stuttering your hips down to meet Gojo’s unforgiving cadence, arching your body into him like you couldn’t get enough. 

“You just got- hngh- so impossibly harder at that.” you push his bucking shoulders down onto the mattress. Now fully riding him just as much as he was fucking you into the mattress so animalistically. “And you call me needy.”

He scoffs, “I’m not the only one.” The fingers still lingering on your cunt moving to toy with your pulsing sensitive nub, teasing and toying your clit between two fingers. “Can you just h-hear how loud this pussy of yours is? Bet he can hear too.”

And it was true, the wet smacks were only getting louder. Sloppier. Squelching with the push and pull of Gojo’s pounding cock in the same maddening staccato. 

But still - you weren’t going to be compliant that easily. Feeling the familiar tingles of your high edging closer, you wanted to break him just one more time. “Nah- I don’t think he can.”

“Oh you’re gonna regret that, silly girl.”

In all of two seconds - maybe even less than - Gojo’s using his immense strength to his advantage. Flipping the two of you over so your back is hitting the soaked sheets, droopy legs thrown over your shoulder to plow into you in such a mean mating press he has you folded into. 

The new change in angle makes it even easier for him to be kissing your g-spot. Bruising. Branding his name onto your sweet spots - your cervix - so you wouldn’t forget. So you can’t forget.

“F-fuck, Toru-” you’re letting out staggered gasps every time he rams his hefty cock into you. Fingers still relentless on your clit - playing around with it as much as he was playing with your sanity. “I’m so-”

“What was that?” he interrupts through sloppy, stuttering thrusts. Free hand cupping his ear so goadingly, ‘Can’t hear you, sweetheart.“

“Toru-” you’re squealing over his rapidly accelerating movements. Fighting to babble out coherently, “Toru m’close-”

“Louder.” he’s grinning meanly. Hips burning with slowly fatiguing effort because he’s so close, your slick walls are massaging him so tight. But where’s the fun if there’s no teasing? “Still can’t hear ya.”

Your voice is shot at this point, “Toru, m’gonna cum-”

“Louder or m’not gonna let you.”

“Toru! Fuck fuck fuck m’cumming.” It hits him before those loud moans are even leaving your mouth, because your velvety walls are clamping down so snug. Molding to the shape of him, your heels digging even deeper on his shoulder, nails raking red red patterns down the pale skin of his biceps. “M’cumming- ngh-”

And fuck each and every slam of his hips sends electricity up your spine, bullying you through your high. Dragging it out till you think you could go insane. 

“God- fuck you’re so-” It’s the only hoarse grunt leaving Gojo’s lips before he’s spilling thick rope after rope of seed into the awaiting channel of your pussy. “So perfect f’me.”

Two hands of his lace above your head, pushing you so impossibly deep down his thick hilt. He’s cumming and cumming so hard like he never has in his life, body out of control with the way he’s stuffing you with every drop of seed. 

He shivers at the overspill, gushing out of the corners of your ravaged cunt, painting a creamy ring around his tired base. Too much. And yet mindlessly thrusting even sloppier, catching your lips in a lazy, passionate kiss. “At least we didn’t fuckin’ kill each other, hm?”

You smile into it, slotting your hips languidly, “Didn’t do hgnh- the neighbors any favors, either.”

“It’s Naoya, who fucking cares? ‘Limp dick’ my ass.” And oh how Gojo loved that sweet sweet smile gracing your lips, the way your eyes light up all because of him. He can’t help but drawl out, “Y’know…since we were locked up in this room for all three days, and have most of the day tomorrow, how about you and I actually do some sightseeing here before we leave?” 

You nod eagerly, tightening your legs around his waist and shit, this might just be heaven. “We need a break after that contract, s’gonna be so fun.”

He’s connecting his sticky forehead with yours, “Of course it will be, I’ll be there.” Babbling deliriously, drunk off the way you’re leveling him with another one of your familiar glares, “And we can use Yaga’s care, too, he never checks-”

“Toru…” you warn when Gojo cuts himself off with a gasp. Quirking an irritated brow - as you usually did when you’re with him, “Don’t tell me you’ve been dipping into Yaga’s card, he’ll kill you if he finds out. That’s if I don’t kill you first.”

“...”

“...Toru…”

“Is this a bad time to tell you that I booked us this suite with it too?”

A/N. My red flag is making Naoya the shitty ex in every piece of writing I do (or is that a green flag hmmm?)

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