#and they probably always had such affection for each other

[yukioos]

Can I req Shoto that’s a boobie enthusiast? It kinda may be suggestive but it leans toward more to his clingy side. Like, he uses it for comfort.

shoto has an odd method that helps him fall asleep

shoto’s always struggled showing affection to the ones he loves, or so he thinks. whenever he tries to show affection, he always believes it comes off as awkward because he was never taught it properly. however, his touch makes you think he knows exactly what he’s doing.

he’s not often touchy in public, more reserved and respectful unless he wants to guide you somewhere with a hand on your back. sometimes he’ll give you a little kiss on the cheek or lips, but that’s mostly it.

but when he’s tired and the two of you are alone, physical touch is completely different.

one day, its the weekend, shoto has trained for hours and is tired. all he wants is to be sleeping with you in your comfy bed, with your bodies flush against each other.

so once he’s done showering, he immediately heads to your room to see you scrolling on your phone, face lighting up at certain videos. he smiles at how happy you look, and how his phone keeps vibrating, probably from the amount of videos you’re sending him.

what catches his eye first is the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt.

but you notice him, and the blush on his face, and you greet, “hey, sho.”

he calmly replies, “hi,” and pulls down your blankets, lying down on your bed and wrapping his strong arm around your body.

quickly, you accommodate him, wrapping an arm around him too, and rubbing his back. his breathing already seems to have slowed down, and he hasn’t said much.

“long day?”

“yeah,” he mumbles into your side, “had to do some random training with my dad, so i was at the agency today.” he clutches your side, “‘m sorry i didn’t tell you.”

you coo, “honey, it’s alright. i don’t care if you tell me or not as soon as it happens. i’m just glad to hear it now.”

shoto softly smiles into your side. his body becomes warmer, flustered at your sweet and caring words.

his eyes are already closed, and he’s trying to fall asleep. normally, he’s able to fall asleep on his own, in his bed, but it has become increasingly easier when you’re with him, even easier when he’s lying on you, or his hand is near your chest.

he’s not trying to be weird or a pervert. most of the time, when he’s holding your breast, it’s not in a sexual manner, though it is extremely intimate. for him, it’s just something that comforts him and helps him fall asleep easier. another part is that holding onto you is a subtle reminder that you won’t leave, and when he feels your hands on him, it makes him feel stronger about his belief.

so he slowly pulls up your shirt over your breasts, slightly opening his eyes to see them.

his face reddens, and he squeezes them shut in respect for your privacy and body. tediously, he trails his hand up your chest until he reaches your breast, where he slowly places his hand over it. his thumb rubs against the skin a little, and he moves his hand around it, cupping it and occasionally softly squeezing it for his pleasure.

with the way he’s messing around with your breast, when he softly squeezes, you let out a soft sigh, sometimes even a quiet whimper. it was a little weird to get used to every night, but you eventually got used to his shenanigans.

shoto feels so loved when he’s with you, however. he loves how trusting you are to let him touch you like this, and how you respond to his treatment by running your hand through his multicolored hair. he just can’t help but think he’s the luckiest man in the world because he has you.

hi! thank u for requesting this, i hope it wasn’t too suggestive haha

[karikitdemonrp]

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Core purred softly. "Well, I am a kitsune. We're known to be crafty and dangerous." He teased with a slight smirk. "I'm just happy to be able to pamper you since you never pampered yourself. But, then again, we have that in common." The fox gave a she chuckle, letting out a soft sigh.

"I always get mixed emotions when I see your scars. But I still love them." He hummed softly. "Just like with mine, each one tells a story. A story of survival, of endurance, strategy,, and then some. They're lingering moments that brought you here. Sure, you were hurt, some nearly killing you most likely, and I hate the thought of you in pain... but at the same time, without them you might not be here, with me, being pampered."

The kitsune gave a chuckle and continued to pamper Kohaku lovingly, peppering gentle kisses all over the demon slayer's body with a gentle passion. "I may not like the thought that you got hurt, but I'm grateful you survived to be with me. I love you fully and completely, I hope you never ever forget that." Core's voice was soft and filled with a genuine warmth. Core kept massaging Kohaku, taking note of Kohaku's suggestion and gave a slight snort.

"Always the flirt. But I'll keep it in mind. Wouldn't want either of us to get riled up again. We'd only serve to make ourselves sore. But I doubt either of us would mind a round two. I know I wouldn't." The kitsune stifled a laugh, moving to carefully massage Kohaku's sides, noting that the demon slayer's wound was healing up nicely. "Your wound is probably gonna leave another scar. Another story for the books." Core hummed softly, being careful around the surrounding area then moving to massage Kohaku's legs.

"The way I see it, strength isn't just about being strong physically. It's about being strong mentally too. Which includes knowing when to rest, when to back down, admitting hard truths, and so on. It's easy to lie, but it takes real strength to admit the hard truth. You're so strong yet you refuse to rest and recharge. It hurts to admit but I do the same. We over work ourselves so much. That's why I love to pamper you so much. I get to see you relax. I know it's weird to say but I love seeing you like this, resting without much to worry about. I'm not sure why, maybe the content look on your face or just knowing that you feel that comfortable in my presence. I'm not sure how to explain it."

Core moved to massage Kohaku's feet now, applying firm pressure but being sure not to hurt the demon slayer. Core was focused now, just letting words spill from his mouth as a gentle, thoughtful expression crossed his face. "I know you don't relax while we are outside much, so when we travel we're both always on edge. Which makes sense, if we aren't we could be jumped and robbed or killed. But when in a village we have numbers and at least some protection. But even then I always notice you're at least a little tense. Though I suppose that helped us out earlier with the durian. It still bugs me a bit about those kids. Some of the villagers are very kind, but others are... like that. I know why they do it, it's how humans had to survive for so long. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt." He sighed softly only to blink a few times, blushing a bit.

"Oh, uh, sorry. Guess I was rambling." The fox gave a nervous laugh then moved to curl around Kohaku, kissing his cheek with a gentle affection. He pulled Kohaku closer with a gentle tug then draped his fluffy tail over the demon slayer's side. "I love you so much. My beloved warrior." Core purred softly, his chest rumbling rhythmically as he closed his eyes to get some rest.

=K

Kohaku let out a slow, almost indulgent sigh as Core’s hands worked across his shoulders. The tension, what little remained after their passionate moment, melted away under the fox’s skilled fingers. “Mmm… you’re dangerous like this,” Kohaku murmured, eyes fluttering shut as Core’s lips brushed against the base of his neck. “You’re going to spoil me beyond saving.”

His voice was low, edged with a playful growl as he tilted his head, giving Core more room to explore with those kisses. When he felt Core’s lips detour toward his scars, Kohaku’s breath caught. The gesture—reverent, gentle—hit deeper than any teasing or flirtation. “You really mean it when you say you love all of me,” he whispered, voice hushed by something far more intimate than touch. “Even the pieces most wouldn’t want to see.”

He turned slightly so he could see the kitsune from the corner of his eye, his smile softer now, tinged with gratitude. “You always say I’m the strong one, but you’re the one making me feel like I can truly rest for once.”

Then, as Core continued with the pampering—his tail swishing and body moving with devoted care—Kohaku let out a content chuckle. “Suggestions, huh?” he hummed, his voice returning to that familiar flirty tone. “Well… I wouldn’t mind your hands lingering lower next time. But for now, just stay close like this. Let me feel you.” He reached back to run his fingers along Core’s arm, a grounding touch full of appreciation.

He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to the fox’s wrist. “We’ve both been through so much. So if tonight is about peace, about pampering… then this? This is perfect.”

[archivallyminded]

Dating Easy Company in 2025 Would Be Like…

💼 Winters

You're dating the most competent man alive, which is both comforting and exhausting.

Brings you flowers, but they're always seasonal, hand-picked, and arranged by color palette. Almost irritatingly perfect.

Says “I’ll pick you up at 6” and actually shows up at 6.

Has never texted “lol” in his life. Doesn’t know what it stands for. Probably assumes it’s code.

Keeps a running list of your favorite meals in a tiny notebook he won’t admit exists.

Will never post you on social media. But everyone knows he's taken.

Pros: Chivalry. Boundaries.

Cons: Has absolutely said “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed” and meant it.

🥃 Nixon

You thought you were just flirting with the guy at the bar who had sad eyes and good jokes. You were wrong. You’re in love.

Takes you on 2 a.m. walks and reads obscure history books in bed.

Sends texts like: “Thinking about you. Also the fall of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.”

Lets you wear his robe. You never give it back. He pretends to mind.

Pros: Thoughtful chaos. Witty with his wounds. Cons: Has 8 types of whiskey and only one functional emotion.

😐 Speirs

You didn’t choose to date him. You made extended eye contact and now you're in a relationship.

You basically left the door open and he never left.

Sends exactly one text per day to check in on you: “?” Somehow it means “I love you.”

Buys you a knife “for protection.”

Also carries one for you.

"Isn't this illegal to carry?" "Not unless you show it to the police."

Overprotective, but lowkey about it, unless someone pushes it. Then he's across the room in two seconds.

Once picked you up from work and stared down your boss.

Doesn’t talk much, but will say follow you anywhere like he’s ordering a coffee.

Accidentally-on-purpose sends you a thirst trap photo then denies ever trying to send it.

Pros: Loyalty like gravity. Deadpan devotion. Surprisingly great cook. Cons: Communicates in Morse code and murder energy.

🐶 Lipton

You mention a bad day once and he brings you snacks, your favourite blanket, and gently worded life advice.

Your parents adore him. Your friends think he’s made of sunlight.

Keeps a shared calendar and color-codes it on his tablet so your schedules are lined up.

Once bought you a plant and then felt guilty when it died.

Posts you constantly. “Look how beautiful my partner is" despite the boys teasing him about it and you begging him not to. Pros: Stability. Affection. Emotional fluency. Cons: Nothing. He is the benchmark. Marry him.

📱 Luz

Your relationship is 50% memes, 50% -"Are we being ironic or deeply in love?”

You start as friends; you accidentally hook up when you're laughing so hard you fall on top of each other.

Insists on “us” selfies where he makes faces and you try not to laugh.

The only one who knows how to use Snapchat.

Texts you at 2 a.m. with things like: “What if birds aren’t real but you are? 😳”

Actually deeply observant. Knows when you’re down and distracts you on purpose.

Took you on a date to IKEA and turned it into a fake domestic fantasy in one of the demonstration rooms and with a stuffed animal as a fake baby. You almost cried before he tossed the stuffed shark back into the bin and accidentally hit a child.

Led to a chase through the Ikea demonstration rooms and several "HAVE YOU SEEN THESE PEOPLE" posters up around Ikea.

You now have to go to the Ikea two towns over in order to get anything because an overreactive parents wants to press charges.

Calls you “babe” and “General.” Both feel right.

Always fills up the car with gas. Pros: Chaos with a big heart. ADHD-coded love notes ("Officially diagnosed, bayyyybayyyyyy."), a rotating stock pile of increasingly more stupid and hilarious bumper stickers. Cons: You have no idea if he paid the electricity bill or not and you force him into automatic billing so you don't have a heart attack every month.

🐍 Toye

You’re dating a grumpy old soul in a 30-year-old body.

Will fight for you, with you, or instead of you. Pick your poison.

Acts annoyed when you kiss his cheek. Secretly lives for it.

Owns two hoodies. You steal both. He complains, but lets you keep them.

“I’m not soft,” he says, while tucking a blanket around you and kissing your forehead.

Pros: Ride or die. Secret cuddler. Will deck someone in your name.

Cons: Pretends Taylor Swift is overrated but knows all the words and has a favourite era ("Reputation, obviously.").

🦿 Guarnere

Calls you “babe,” “honey,” “doll,” and “sergeant,” all in one sentence.

Flirts like he’s in a black-and-white movie.

Picks you up and spins you around if you so much as smile.

Surprisingly romantic. Candlelit dinner in the garage with pizza? He delivered.

Definitely got into a physical altercation with someone who insulted you on Twitter.

Unironically loves mafia films.

1000 percent supports Luigi Mangione ("HE WAS THE BEST GUY AROUNDDDDD" "What about the murder?" "WHAT MURDAAAAH").

Pros: Energy. Heart. Loyalty.

Cons: Will 100% bring a speaker to the park and blast Sinatra. Lives for shitty Italian-American representation like your local community theatre's production of "Jersey Boys" where the Frankie Valli actor is ten times too old and can hardly hit the high notes.

🎧 Malarkey

The actual definition of a "dog boyfriend," but less of a "golden retriever" boyfriend and more of a springer spaniel.

Texts you “u up?” at 10 p.m. but it’s just to show you a playlist he made called “Songs That Remind Me of Ur Face" with a stupid smiley face attached.

Always down for a drive to nowhere with the windows down and sad music playing. Unironically loves Lana Del Rey.

Brings you snacks, coffee, and a rock he found that “looks kind of like a heart.”

Makes a full Spotify playlist for your first kiss. Shares it. Title: “holy crap i like you.”

Watches rom-coms and pretends it’s “for the memes.” He cries every time.

Favourite is "You've Got Mail."

Pros: Soft hands. Big hugs. Bigger feelings. Cons: Will make your entire relationship into a playlist and sob over it until you tell him to knock it off and force him to go on a "emotions walk."

💅 Perconte

You’ve never been exfoliated this emotionally in your life.

Shows his love by giving you a skincare routine and yelling if you don’t stick to it.

Buys matching water bottles. “Hydration is sexy, babe.”

Will literally throw down in Sephora if someone is rude to you.

Hates Sephora kids ("They always ruin the samples- no respect. Absolutely no respect.").

Ends up teaching the kids proper exfoliation after they mistake him for 28 and say "You look so good for your age."

Posts you on Instagram like: “Get yourself someone who makes your pores and heart glow.”

Surprises you with breakfast and a “face mask date.” He wears a stretchy headband. You fall harder.

Unironically loves Lululemon. Is more of a Lululemon Sephora girlie than any white girl you've ever met.

Pros: Skincare sugar daddy. Rides hard for you. Smells amazing.

Cons: Will judge your shampoo.

🥺 Babe Heffron

Human cinnamon roll. Cries if you look too pretty for too long.

Writes you little notes and leaves them in your bag like “You’re my favorite person.”

Nervous to hold your hand at first. Now does it constantly, like it’s oxygen. LOVES hand holding, even if it gets sweaty after a while and you have to shake your hand out.

Enjoys forehead kisses more than actual kisses.

Brings you flowers “just because.” Doesn’t realize you’re crying.

Asks if he can kiss you every single time. You say yes. Every single time.

Looks at you like you hung the moon. He means it.

Pros: Pure. Gentle. Hugs like home.

Cons: Cries during SPCA commercials.

🕯️ Doc Roe

Soft-spoken and emotionally confusing until one day he just… lays his soul at your feet. You die internally.

Carries your favourite snacks in his bag without telling you.

Touches your wrist to check your pulse like it’s a casual excuse to hold your hand. Your heart skips.

Won’t say “I love you” out loud for months, but he’ll pull you behind him when crossing the street.

ALWAYS walks on the outside near the cars.

One night he kisses you like he’s afraid the world might end. You realize he’s been in love with you since day one.

Pros: Quiet protector. Heals everything he touches.

Cons: Will not talk about his own feelings unless you really ask.

🗡️ Joe Liebgott

Says he doesn’t care about anything, but memorizes your coffee order by week two and brings it to your workplace.

Always swears when he compliments you — “Fuck- you look good."

Will snap at the world, but kiss you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear between blinks until you reassure him.

Calls you dumb affectionately. Tells you he’s the dumb one when your feelings get too quiet.

Acts like your hand in his is no big deal, but holds it like it’s keeping him here.

Gets loud with other people. Gets quiet with you.

You catch him staring at you during a dumb movie. He shrugs and says, “What? You’re the best part.”

One night, after a fight with another guy who was being rude to you, you hear him whisper, “I don’t know how to be good, but I do know how to love you.”

And he does.

Pros: Fierce loyalty. Cuts the world down to protect your peace. Would financially support you without even asking if you wanted to stay at home.

Cons: Will implode if you say the word “vulnerable” too directly.

[fawnspotholiday]

(pre-tl;dr: all ships are canon)

non-tl;dr version:

only other thing i will say about the Shipping Wars is that i think the people that say only suselle is "canon" are not paying attention. I actually think you're not even understanding the characters if you're not seeing that all these ships are on some level semi-canon... And that being romantically lonely is even implied to be part of Kris's character (they get a "monsters 4 humans" targeted ad).

Suselle - Susie and Noelle obviously have straightforward crushes on each other no explanation needed (people that think this is one-sided are also ??? to me though. why do you think susie is so interested in noelle's dream or asks ralsei about her or i mean the entire main route at noelle's house SHE'S TAKING HER ON A DATE??? what are you talking about. Susie also first noticed Noelle when she gave her a pencil and had a soft spot for her ever since then but probably didn't imagine a girl like that would be into her. You can tell she still kind of finds it hard to believe which is why she does a lot of assurance seeking from Noelle - asking about her dream, wanting her to clarify her relationship with Kris - etc. but towards the end of the study date you can tell she's gotten more confident about it. She gets excited and anxious seeing "love finds its way to the girl" because she's thinking about a possible future between them.)

Kriselle - a childhood sweethearts history has seemed implied ever since Noelle blushed if you gave her the gift in ch 2 and reminisced about how Kris used to give her gifts and wondered "are they saying they want things to go back to..." But it is also implied these feelings between them didn't survive the grief over Dess and they have since moved on with possible lingering unacknowledged feelings. When Susie asks how Noelle felt about the Ferris wheel ride with Kris, an implied romantic context, Noelle doesn't want to answer and pretends she doesn't remember. Outside of the romantic undertones forced on them in weird route, after Noelle is comforted by Kris post ch 2 something about the moment between them on the porch seems to reawaken Noelle's buried feelings for them. Rudy hints to Kris that Noelle now wants to go to the festival with them, Noelle is a lot less fixated on Susie and doesn't have strong a reaction to seeing her at the church nor inviting her to her home - doing so mainly because she wants to talk to Kris, she recounts that hearing Kris's real voice brings her to tears because she missed them that much, and she scooches suggestively close to Kris on the couch - even when she's close enough to perhaps talk in a lower tone if that was her intention she still gets even closer haha. Maybe alone you could dismiss it, but with everything else it comes off as flirtatious. Though Kris blushes when Susie brings up the Ferris wheel, mostly Kris's feelings about Noelle are unclear - but it's explicitly implied Noelle has long-held feelings for Kris even if she's tried to move on from them.

Krusie - Kris holds an enormous amount of affection for Susie and seemingly has since before our involvement got them to become friends according to Noelle's blog post - only giggling at Susie's attempt to bully them and eating an apple Susie had already bitten into in front of her (suggestive???). Kris has probably always wanted to know Susie since she came to their school. Susie's presence brings them a lot of security, stating explicitly that seeing Susie with themself in the mirror was comforting and made them feel okay with themselves. Susie causes Kris to act without player input - shielding her in ch 1 (I remember that was the first moment I went "oh..." with this ship haha), and playing the piano with her encouragement which seemed like a big deal. They're on the same wavelength and have a lot of tender moments, Susie's smile even makes Kris's soul shine. Sure you could call this all a platonic bromance... if not for the fact that Susie also causes Kris to blush the most, that Susie is the only festival date option that Kris says earnestly, that Kris keeps a book with a sexy purple dragon on the cover that they seem embarrassed for her to see haha. They also have a moment in ch 3? I actually haven't fully seen it myself, I didn't get the whole experience of the secret mantle/manhole game in my first play-through so I've been trying to avoid spoilers for it - but from the glimpses I've seen it looks pretty suggestive, like a near-kiss??? Anyway, I think Kris having a crush on Susie is likely - but Susie seems pretty oblivious to it. We don't get to see what it was that Kris drew on the window in the diner scene - but I think Susie's reaction of "I can never tell when you're messing around" kind of sums it up - she doesn't think of Kris in that way, and so is missing any signals they might be giving off. Would that change if she were more aware? Would she be interested? Who's to say.

Kralsei - Ralsei obviously has a crush on Kris and dotes on them - even if it's to flatter the player they seem to know personal things about Kris too and tries to appease them. Outside of Suselle they're the most explicitly teased in the game seeming to always be put into romantic situations - the tunnel of love, the ch 3 block push scene. Ralsei is always really flustered when receiving any affection or compliments from Kris. Susie seems to think there's something between them and teases them about it. Despite all this, since Kris is only following player input it's unclear how they feel about him. But with Kris preventing the player from being cruel to him in recent chapters and taking initiative to comfort him, Kris at the very least cares about Ralsei.

Ralsusie - Similar to Kris, Ralsei's flirtation with Susie might just be a way to charm her into lowering her defenses. But he seems to like baiting Susie into calling him cute, and she makes him blush a lot. Susie enjoys teasing him (does she know Noelle wants to be treated like this lol). They develop deep affection for each other with Susie inspiring Ralsei to challenge his preconceived notions about himself. Susie shows a lot of tenderness towards Ralsei: inviting them to the festival and wanting to make up their room, and Ralsei worries over Susie asking Kris to make sure she isn't lonely for him. I do think this relationship is mostly platonic - but hey the flirting/blushing is there, and Ralsei didn't seem too opposed to the throuple idea haha.

Kerdly - This is mostly played as a gag, but hey since Berdly is into it that makes it at least semi-canon haha - goes for all his ships I suppose. Who knows maybe Kris and Berdly will hit it off at the festival (*sound of Kris flinging a nestle syrup bottle at me*)

So yeah!!! All ships are teased!!! You must stop ship wars now and instead celebrate Toby being insane wanting everyone to kiss!!!

Throuples have been acknowledged thus put on the table!!! Anything can happen!!

[yushi-ni]

MTL to say i love you first or like early on in the relationship? (btw you’re my fav)

ෆ NCT WISH ෆ 𝗆𝗍𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist

summary; who would say i love you to their gf the fastest after they started dating

genre; fluff

notes; omg this is my first mtl request!!! so exciting hihihi pls let me know if you can see the vision and agree or if you had a different ‘ranking’

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MOST

ღ jaehee

ღ riku

ღ sion

ღ sakuya

ღ yushi

ღ ryo

LEAST

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ღ jaehee is a very affectionate person, i mean cmon look at him and riku and they’re just besties imagine him with his gf!! (i want a jaehee bf) he’s not someone to just get together with someone he isn’t 100% sure of, so it won’t take long before he says the big 3 words. but to him it just makes sense, you’re together for a reason, you like each other and ever since you got official his feelings for you only skyrocketed so it’s only a matter of (a short) time before he realises for himself that his feelings for you are so much stronger than just affection ans adoration.

ღ ok so i think riku is just a very vocally lover boy. he’s not embarrassed to admit that he loves or cares for someone or anything like that. he loves easily and he loves hard so he’ll be quick to slip out an ‘ily’. probably happens in a random moment of like ‘realisation’ it kind of just suddenly hits him and he blurts it out, like when you’re giggling or something together, on the couch, legs tangled together and he just looks at you with so much energy rushing through his eyes, it just clicks and it feels right. it’s so random and you’re not even sure if you heard him right but you definitely did. and he means it with his whole heart!!!

ღ this guy loves to love, friendship - family - romantic, it doesn’t matter!!! sion is very mature so as much as he loves love, it’s a serious thing for him, yes he cares for you, A LOT!!, but he won’t just blurt out an ‘ily’ on a random tuesday. he feel like it’s a ‘next step’ you’re (he) is taking in your relationship so he will definitely wait for the right moment like a dinner date, complete with a pretty view and some good wine hihi, he’s super giggly but he’s so serious about his feelings for you. after the first time tho, he’ll say it often, leaving the house - hanging up the phone - right before bed etc etc but he means it with every fibre of his being

ღ sakuya is learning new things about love and relationships every single day, he knows he likes you (ofc) he wants to spend all his free time with you and be around you even if you’re not even doing anything special. he always feels this tingling sensation in his stomach whenever he’s with you and at some point he realises that his feelings for you are a lot more than just ‘liking’ you. he doesn’t like you, he started loving you. it will take some time, and courage, for him to speak the big words and he’ll take it very serious too. he’ll show up with flowers and nervously stutter that he wants to tell you something. trust me when i say that he has the biggest smile on his face for the rest of the day, he feels like he’s on top of the world fr

ღ ok so yushi is a very affectionate and loving person, you can tell he’s serious and very fond of you with everything he does. he’s super caring and his eyes speak more than his words will ever do and that’s quite the difference between him and his other members. even though he knows he loves you, he won’t speak it out loud. he’s so much more vocal through actions rather than words. so it might take a while for the 3 words to leave his mouth but you know that his heart is so full of love and affection for you, he doesn’t need to say ‘ily’ for you to feel loved by him

ღ ryo is so sweet, so caring, so so kind and super loving and supportive. compliments and affectionate words slip out of his mouth on a daily basis. he’ll tell you everyday how pretty you are, how happy he is to be with you etc and etc. but he’s holding back, for sure, maybe out of self protection (?) maybe out of fear (?) or maybe because he’s super mature and aware of the big ‘impact’ of those words. he knows it’s not something to throw around like you’re discussing the weather, he knows love and loving someone comes with responsibilities and more importantly a ‘sealed’ relationship is something he wants to do the right way. he takes it super seriously, but his actions and care for you speak louder than any words

[commentarycrochet]

Someone said that Percy and Annabeth were growing apart on Pinterest.

Now I personally completely disagree with this perspective. I don’t think they grew apart. I think they grew up.

And that’s a very big distinction.

Let us not forget that they don’t see each other all throughout the year, and they actually have a long distance friendship for the majority of their friendship. Since Grover lives at CHB and both Annabeth and Percy had lived with their respective parents for the majority of the books.

Grover was not a part of the second set of five books, but that was because he had other responsibilities at that point he was no longer a guide and he had a much more important role within the syter community. 

But he does show up in the last trilogy about Percy Jackson. The three of them have the same same dynamic they have the same French of the same sense of humor and they’re still just as close. The only difference is that now both boys are in their own respective romantic relationships. And they have different life plans set up.

This doesn’t mean that their friendship is any less strong or any less important to their lives. It’s not and I’m sure it’s an emotional comfort for each of them and whenever they need each other they are just an iris message away.

The two have a very strong bond and that’s not to say that Grover doesn’t have a strong bond with and Beth as well I’m sure he does, but his relationship with Percy I feel like it a little little more one on one because he had more one on one time with Percy than he did with Annette since he’s always interacted with Ann and a group setting when he has a lot of interactions with Percy and a duo setting.

As Leah herself says “there’s always a duo in a trio!!~~~”

And well, they might not spend as much time together my overall point is that I don’t think there was ever any moment where they started falling out or fizzling out of each other‘s lives. I think they’re just not as relevant in the date day basis but that doesn’t mean they’re not relevant in the emotional or mental aspect. I’m sure they might not think about each other on a daily basis because let’s be honest homework and day-to-day situations are probably, more time-consuming in your brain, but that is still someone you very dear to you and someone you will think about very frequently and with a lot of love and affection and it’s completely normal for you and your childhood friends did not see each other often when you are moving to state for college, or starting adulthood.

And if a simple change in schedule or location is enough to end your friendship, then it’s not a strong friendship and never was. But there’s is.

And it’s not like they’re going to spend a month or two in each other’s company every year anymore because well, Percy and Annabeth are just too old to be at CHB but as we see in the last trilogy, they are still spending a lot of time together. It’s just out in the real world where Grover has to wear a disguise and I’m sure he’s going to visit them a lot at camp Jupiter. :)

[m0n0lithical]

☆ oc tag game !

Tagged by @vampwan 💖 Ahhh thank you this gave me an excuse to actually develop more for a character who doesn't have a bunch established for him yet - or at least stop waffling about some aspects of him and decide for good. Also to post someone other than asshole cat rofl.

NAME: Varrien Burns NICKNAME: Ren (which isn’t TECHNICALLY accurate, but he likes it so poo on letter order accuracy) GENDER+PRONOUNS: Trans Man, He/Him AGE: 22 SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): Simlish, Toki Sulani, Tartosiano OCCUPATION: Uni student. ☆ favorite COLOR: Pink, purple, & yellow. ENTERTAINMENT: Home decorator shows. Cooking competition shows, too – particularly baking, since he can be properly judgmental in those cases. DRINK: Plumberry nectar for alcoholic, lemonade for non-alcoholic. PAST-TIME: Baking or gymnastics if he has to be indoors, soccer or swimming if he can be outdoors. Generally, just a lot of sports or demanding physical activities. FOOD: Poke bowl (BUT if you manage to convince him to admit he loves sweets, then he’ll tell you that he makes sweet potato pie for himself constantly) ☆ have they...? PASSED UNIVERSITY: Working on it! (but not yet) HAD SEX: Definitely. HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: Yes, but only a couple times – not really his thing. GOT TATTOOS: Several! - hands/back/shoulder are the commonly visible ones, but he also has a subtle one along his top scars. GOT SCARRED: He has a few that are often visible – each arm has at least two, and one going down the right side of his torso. The ones usually covered are one that is vertical down his left thigh, as well as his top scars. HAD A BROKEN HEART: Not yet, no – he thought he did in highschool when his first crush strung him along a bit before embarrassing him in front of his class, but in hindsight, it definitely wasn’t as bad as his 14-year-old-self thought it was – and certainly not dramatic enough to constitute a broken heart. ☆ are they...? A CUDDLER: Yes – he’s very open with his affection towards people, particularly in public. As long as the target of the affection is okay with it, he will squeeze the life out of you. Funny enough, he’s more reserved in private, but still shows physical affection often – just probably in more subtle ways. EASILY JEALOUS: Not even remotely. Comes with the territory of being polyamorous – only loving one person at a time doesn’t come naturally to him, so he doesn’t expect it of anyone else, either. TRUSTWORTHY: Uhhhhh...look, just don’t sign any of his contracts. He doesn’t want to fuck you over, mind, but if he wants to keep living as he is now, some monkey’s paw punishment has to be done to whoever signs on the line. ☆ family SIBLINGS: Nada – an only (adopted) child. PARENTS: Power couple real estate mogul lesbians – they had no plans for kids whatsoever, until one of their neighbors had a dilemma of an unknown child being literally dropped on their doorstep. Them taking Varrien in was supposed to be temporary (the neighbors who found him had no room or money for another child), but he was basically a ‘foster fail’, just without any actual foster system. CHILDREN: God no, and he’d not even consider it for at least a decade, really. PETS: Two dogs (a pomeranian & a chihuahua), but his moms have them both while he’s attending university.

Tagging @igotsnothing @freezerbnuuy @southernsimmin @sadraccoon061 @herzblau & @marzipaneavocado ! I was MIA for like...4 days while my brain hyperfocused on C A T so I'm not totally sure whose been tagged but - if any of you want and excuse to do it, here it is ✨ As always no obligation/feel free to ignore the tag if you don't want to do it 💖

[am-i-interrupting]

Yoooo~ So we've got an NSFW alphabet for Chiori so~ I'm putting in a request for a SFW Alphabet for Chiori~ she's probably my favorite Inazuma girl

SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She’s not overly affectionate in the traditional sense. She’s not grabbing you and hugging you but she is randomly leaving things on your desk. There are also problems which you bring up to her one day which are magically gone the next.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Truthfully not much would change from friendship to relationship. She’d generally have the same attitude. The main difference would be that now she’s more comfortable opening up to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She’s neutral on cuddling. At least, she appears that way but after a long day all she wants is to lay in your lap as you take out the pins in her hair and brush it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She’s actually fairly good at cooking and aside from the occasional papers of designs being left here and there she’s extremely organized. As for settling down though, she’s not necessarily thought much on it. Perhaps with the right person.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It depends. If it was some argument, the papers are getting ahold of it and half are framing her as a violent abuser and the other the innocent victim when in reality it would be a lot of screaming then tears when she’s alone. She’ll go headstrong into work and likely exhaust herself in the process.

If it was a mutual loss of romantic feelings, it’s a much more private affair. Likely just some conversation have over morning coffee. Then you see each other the next day and little has changed.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She is a very committed person. She also makes it very clear very quickly what her intentions are, be it a one night stand, friends with benefits or a long term relationship. As for marriage, it would take years for that to come up. It would probably be one of those things when people finally stop asking when the engagement will happen that it happens.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She’s got a hard exterior but she’s actually very emotionally intelligent. She doesn’t always know what to do but she will ask when she doesn’t know instinctually. If something is brought up in terms of something she’s done which makes someone uncomfortable, no questions asked or make to defense just an “okay” and she stops doing it.

Physically she is very gentle. Very soft touches when needed and firm pressure when preferred. She’s not always swinging.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She’s not one who hugs others often. When people hug her she can lock up and do the awkward pat. Then she’ll slowly extract them from her.

If she hugs you, it’s slow. She carefully pulls you in, giving you the chance to break away. Then she’ll wrap her arms around your waist and tilt her temple against yours. She gives a nice, firm squeeze.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not quick to say it at all. It’ll take several months because not only does she not say it often, at least with words, but she wants to make sure she means it and make sure that you’ll be around long enough to deserve it. The first time she says I love you is going out to do or get something somewhere she absolutely despises because you like something there.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She has better things to use her energy on than waste it on getting jealous. If you’re going to leave her or cheat on her, it’s going to happen whether or not she watches you like a hawk so why bother?

She is protective as fuck over you though. Are they bothering you? Okay? Yeah, they won’t be in five seconds. No, let her out of her seat!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are often times long and slow. She’ll grab the back of your head and tilt it just so. Parting your lips with her tongue, trying to get soft and breathy sighs from you.

If she doesn’t kiss you on your lips, she’ll normally do it to your hand or your cheek. As for where to kiss her, her temple or her neck are safe places.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Awkward. She’s one of those people children either love or hate. A baby cries when seeing her or is so excited. Generally she’s very stilted with kids, unless it’s a quiet kid who just gets it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She’s normally going to be up early. She’ll make her own coffee but she prefers to get fresh breakfast pastries. They are delivered every morning at the door. No one but you gets to see her not perfectly done up.

She’ll eat then sip on her coffee as she begins her day. You’ll normally wake as she’s pinning up her hair. She tells you where to find breakfast even though it’s in the same place every day.

She’s not kissing you until you brush your teeth.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Early riser but the last one asleep. She’ll be in bed with sketches and a lamp softly illuminating the room, listening to you as you speak about whatever or perhaps read a book to her. An outsider may say she’s not listening but she remembers every word.

There are occasional nights where she’ll pass out still done up and you have to help her as she leans on you, still asleep, get undressed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Slow burn. The slowest of slow burns. She is one of those people where it is whatever you need. No, she’s fine. She needs nothing. It’s not due to a lack of care about herself but a lack of wanting to be vulnerable.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She has a temper when it comes to stupidity.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She remembers every little detail. Even things you don’t remember telling her, she somehow magically knows.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably the first time you stood up for her. It’s hard for her to let herself be protected but when you do it, she doesn’t feel indebted so much as she does feel cared for.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

So protective. Will throw hands if you ask but will ruin lives if you don’t. In terms of how she would like to be protected, it’s less so like that and it’s not exactly in a confrontational way. For her, feeling protected is you being there in the aftermath of those long, hard days.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She acts like it’s no big deal but she’s obsessed over every single detail.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She can have a blind spot when it comes to knowing how to comfort. It’s just not something she’s very good at. She’s not a soft person.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

*gestures to her*

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Ha! No.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She takes forever in the shower. She has like an hour long shower routine and half of it is spent out of the shower.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Lack of personal hygiene is an instant problem for her. If it’s due to actual, genuine lack of care she’s absolutely staying away from that. Now, if it’s a health problem (physical or mental) she’s more inclined to help come up with solutions.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She sleeps like a cat. Not cat naps during the day. It’s cat naps at night. This woman does not sleep for consecutive hours at a time. She will bolt up in the middle of the night for no reason, stay up for five to ten minutes, go back to sleep, and the same thing happens two hours later.

[coloredlion]

Thinking about how Pete Spankoffski just had to watch his brother turn into an asshole

[gregmarriage]

i should probably stop trying so hard to have a best friend, and face facts; that my baby brother is already my best friend

[liesonthefloordramatically]

Obligatory roundup of tabletop characters I played this year:

Vyv (they/them), a cleric of The Twins in yumgeon (a homebrew Dungeon Meshi-inspired campaign)

Amber (she/her), The Old Soul in a game of Wickedness

Endurance Perez (she/her), a Teamster pilot in Mothership

Not pictured:

Poggs "The Slammer" Mulroney (they/them) in Doing the Job

(Links to icon makers: one, two, and three.)

[nadekosnake]

Sodachi & Nadeko as a pairing — Yay or nay?

Sorry this is late! 🥲 I can’t say I ever thought about it, so I wanted to consider my answer a little more. I’m not much of a shipper in the first place admittedly 🤧

My answer is “this is not a ship for me." The difference in age/where they are in life is a little too much (now in the anime, with Sodachi being in university while Nadeko being in middle school). I also view their relationship to be more like siblings, since Nadeko knows Sodachi as the friend of her best friend’s older brother.

If we’re talking later in life when difference in age/where they are in life is not as large of a factor to affect the power dynamic of their relationship (consenting adults, etc), I do think that Sodachi would still be an older-sibling-figure from Nadeko’s past… I prefer if Nadeko wouldn’t deal with that kind of situation again (speaking about her “crush” on Koyomi). I think an element of Nadeko’s arc is about the deconstruction of the stereotypical anime “imouto” charatype that she was introduced as. So to me, it would be nice for Nadeko to have a partner that doesn’t have that kind of faux older-sibling relation to her, past or present.

Apologies for the long answer! It’s a little jumbled but I hope that this suffices! 🙏😓

[monstersflashlight]

Lusty for love

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!

Cupid (monster) x fem!witch reader || sex pollen, (light) dub con, breeding, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink

You were stupid. A bit more stupid than normal at least.

You were trying to get some new potions to work when you accidentally spilled the pink powder he gifted you specially for lust potions. The pink powder was obtained from the cupid species, they produced it on their wings and any human or monster would instantly fall into a lustful frenzy once they touched it. And that’s why it was so hard to get, they had to give it to you specifically with a very clear intent of lust...

Your cupid friend gave it to you as a birthday present, and you were supposed to drop an itty bitty quantity in each potion because every time someone used the powder, he would feel it. You promised not to use much, always controlling how many potions you’d make… But you weren’t expecting for it to slip your fingers and pretty much cover your whole body. Your skin was tingling and your brain was barely coherent when you dialed his number.

“I need your help,” you whispered against the speaker, not letting him even say hello.

His response was instantaneous: “What happened?” You could hear him batting his wings in the background, and you were sure he was already mid air coming to get you. He must have felt the powder activating.

“I- I dropped the pink powder on me,” you confessed, your breathing labored and your skin tingly.

Fuck, you were about to burst and you didn’t even move. You’d never felt such intensity before, it was like every inch of your body was electrified and caressed at the same time, even the touch of the clothes over your body felt erotic.

“Fuck,” he cursed. The air against the phone was enough to know he was rushing to your house, his wings almost deafening in the background.

“Please, please…” You barely made sense, your brain was fuzzy in a way that made your clit tingle and your panties were so wet you could already feel your juices ruining your pants.

“Fuck,” he cursed again. In other circumstances you would have blushed, your unrequited crush on your cupid best friend making you feel all kinds of emotions. But you weren’t thinking straight, and he was talking again: “I’ll be there in a few minutes, take your clothes off, rub your pretty little clit until you are dripping wet because as soon as I cross your window I’m going to be inside of you, and I won’t stop until you are dripping with my come for every single hole.”

His words drove your brain into a frenzy, the effect of the pink powder getting even stronger as you did as you were told, pulling at your clothes so fast and hard you broke something. You didn’t care, you’d deal with whatever tore later on. You laid on your potions table, not caring about everything falling down or the million little pieces of glass that were probably on the ground, you had only one focus: obey. Your fingers found your clit and you started rubbing rapidly, moaning against the phone.

“You sound so sweet, good damn it. I knew you’d be perfect,” his words meant nothing and all at the same time, your inside twisting and turning as your pussy contracted over nothing, making you whine and beg. “I know, love, I know.” You could hear him breathing hard, the powder probably affecting him too, and with each movement of his wings you could feel him getting closer.

The second your window opened with a big crash, you were begging for him and he was falling to his knees next to the table, not caring about the glass, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs as far apart as possible. He set his big body between them, his wings so wide and soft you felt the tickle against your knees when he pushed your legs over his shoulders.

The first contact of his tongue against your tender flesh feels like lightning hitting your body. And it only turned better when his dexterous tongue found your clit. He ate you out like a starving monster, fucking in and out of your pussy with his forked tongue until you were screaming his name and asking for more. More. More.

You came in less than two minutes, with his fingers pressing against your G-spot and your brain turning into jelly inside your head. It was so much and so little at the same time. You needed more. You needed him inside of you in any way you could. You pushed your torso up, pulling your legs off his shoulders and shoved his chest back until he was a few feet back. You jumped off the table, not even feeling the tiny glasses on the ground as you walked over them.

It was like your orgasm only made you hornier, more desperate, you needed him more than you needed your next breath. “Let me suck you off, please, please…” You begged, your eyes fixated on his dick straining against his pants.

You fumbled with the zipper, and he helped you, looking at you with such tenderness that your heart was about to explore out of your chest. But first: dick.

“Okay, love. Okay. Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want to me.” His words sounded like a promise, and your brain was so fuzzy you could only nod as you fell to your knees. “Open up,” he ordered, taking himself on his hand and caressing your cheek with the other. He fed you his cock and you swallowed it down greedily. “That’s it, such a good witch for me, such a pretty mouth wrapped around my shaft. Fuck, do that again.”

You rolled your tongue over his head, pressing against the underside where you knew he was most sensitive. That cupid anatomy book coming in handy when you were wrapping your hand at his base and squeezing until you felt the ridges inside move. He cursed over you, his hand grabbing your hair so harshly you felt the tiny spikes of pain, but that only made you moan louder around him.

He cursed again, telling you nonsense as he moved his dick in and out of your mouth slightly. “Fuck, your mouth, love. You are perfect. You are so good to me. I’ve been wanting to have you like this forever. Good goddess, your mouth.” You grabbed his ass, trying to get him closer, further down your throat, but he stopped you. “None of that, I… I need you. I need to be inside of you. After that you can play with me all you want.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” your voice was airy and low, and without a doubt you knew your whole body was pink all over.

He helped you to your feet, claiming your mouth in a brain melting kiss before grabbing your ass and helping you back onto the table. His fingers found your pussy at the same time he positioned himself on your opening. “You are so wet, fuck.” He pushed the tip inside, and you were indeed so wet he slipped right in.

He cursed in so many languages you weren’t sure how many words he said, but you were in heaven. You reached Valhalla or whatever other heaven there existed out there. All at once. None at all… You touched the stars and came back to your body when he moved his hips back, pushing right back in and drawing a scream out of your lungs.

And then there was no more playing, only frantic fucking and dirty words.

“Do you like me, love? Do you like the feel of my cock inside of you? Do you like when I say dirty things to you?” You shivered, nodding frantically as you rolled your hips, chasing some of the pleasure he was promising you with his thrusts. “Of course you do, you love to be fucked this hard, this fast… You never had it so good, did you? None of your stupid boyfriends was as good as me. Say it.”

“None were… None as good as you…” Your voice was trembling, his thrusts too fast and harsh, but you couldn’t complain. You wouldn’t. It was that good.

“I know darling, I know nobody was as good as me. But you didn’t let me tell you that, did you? You were always with one or another, never enough time for me to fuck you as you deserved. To treat you as you deserve. To make you fucking mine,” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust that hit right over your G-spot, sending sparks of desire and pleasure to your brain until you were drooling over the table. “Tell me I’m wrong, tell me you don’t like me like that and I’ve been pining over you for nothing,” his anger was palpable in each thrust of his hips inside your pussy, his ridges undulating and massaging you from the inside.

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T. YOU ARE RIGHT!” You screamed as another wave of pleasure washes over your body.

But he wasn’t listening to you, he was too focused on his actions, on driving you insane. “You can’t because you like me. You’ve liked me as long as I’ve liked you and you’ve been denying us both. For what? For some flimsy human dick? No more, love. You don’t go back to anyone else anymore. You. Are. Mine. To. Please.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours…”

And then there’s fireworks behind your eyelids and your brain is short circuiting. You could barely hold your body up as he expanded his dick inside of you, the cupid trick of locking inside your tight pussy was multiplied by a thousand because of the pink dust, and you could only scream silently as he bred you to the brim and your vision turned white behind your eyelids.

You came back to your body resting over his chest, the soft feathers tickling your cheek as you looked down at his wet dick, still half hard. Your body still craved him, and you were about to act on it when he said: “For what’s worth… I really like you like that, too, love,” he whispered against your sweaty forehead, his breathing labored as his dick twitched in your line of sight.

You threw a leg over his middle, rubbing your still dripping pussy over his dick. “Prove it.”

And he did.

(He was also true to his promise to leave you leaking and bred from every single hole, but that’s a story for another day...)

[bamfwizard]

Jayce and Mel falling apart because they both realized that they only wanted to be together to further their goals and that their goals and roles had changed. because when it came down to it, Jayce always focused on Viktor's disappearance, Viktor's presence, Viktor's work, Viktor's feelings. and Mel finally acknowledged that she had her own battles and her own ways to go, free from other people's expectations.

vs. Viktor telling Sky he'll miss her company and Sky saying "no, you won't," because Sky was only ever a warm person in a cold lab who probably tended to it more than Jayce was able to. just a figure to offer affection while Jayce was away. never a lab partner that Viktor had chemistry or care for, always a little distant, like their flashback scene.

and Jayce and Viktor meeting each other again at the end of it all, and Viktor asking why he bothers holding on for him, but Jayce always saw the beauty in him. he didn't need him to be perfect, to be better, to be brighter. he didnt care about a higher power or greater good. he just wanted him to live beside him.

they're SO MEANT FOR EACH OTHER IM GONNA PUKEEEE

[madamechrissy]

Worst Behavior

Art in the center by Houhai673 on lofter

pairings- stepbrother! Sukuna x f! Reader & Toji x f! reader

summary - Sukuna’s dad married your mom while you were in high school, and you hated each other on sight. He endlessly picked on and tortured you. So much so that he became a fucking YouTube sensation from prank videos starring you! You come back home for summer break after a bad breakup, and of course annoying ass Sukuna is there, with his stupid smirk, ready to pick on you again, only to be derailed when he sees you're going out with his old friend Toji for a date. Turns out, Sukuna has had it bad for you for a long time, and making you hate him was the only way to guarantee you stay far away, but can he keep up the act?

content/warnings - MDNI, tw- stepcest, lots of pining, kinda one-sided lol, Sukuna is an asshole to you, reader hates him. Enemies to ????- ton of sexual tension, jealous ass Sukuna. This chap- fingering, squirting, a little bit of degradation, jealousy, unspoken feelings, pining, sexual tension, MORE panty stealing lol??? Sukuna being a WHOLE mf yandere, he's lwk psycho and toxic, Toji being hot- wc - 6.9k

<<<part one

part two

“What’re you even doing in here?” You tug back a bit, but he just drags you back down, and soon you find yourself completely straddling him right over one of his big ass thighs in the middle of the night.

Your heart races as he runs his thumb across the mark Toji left, humming softly as his red eyes hone in on the spot, his other hand right on your hip. When you involuntarily whine out, you bite your lip and curse, you can’t let him think you like this! You don’t like it, do you?

“Sukuna, are you fucking drunk?” You whisper, remembering both of your fucking parents across the hall, he exhales, his breath ghosting over your breasts, making your nipples press against your bra, glaringly apparent. You don’t want to admit how good his hand feels on you, nor the sweet ache between your thighs.

“Am I drunk…” he sighs, feeling your heat right on him, pressing his thigh up harder to watch the effects on your pretty face, furious that someone touched you.

He’s always mad when you date, when you get new boyfriends, he can’t ever say it, so instead he just scares the shit out of them without you knowing. But Toji sure as hell wasn’t one to be scared off by him, and he didn’t even wanna know how far it went with you both, if he knew Toji, he probably went as far as you would let him.

“Why do you care if he touched me?” Your question barely registers, still staring at the giant bruise forming on your neck, his fingers pressing on it until you gasp.

“Did you cum?”

“Sukuna!?” You smack him right in the face, honestly making him leak pre, he’s already hard from your cunt on him, the stinging of his cheek and your little scowl makes it worse. “The fuck?”

“Fucking brat,” he grips your wrist then, brutal and tough, you’re trembling at the sensation, the pricking pain of his grip, hand enwrapping it now. “Ya like smacking me, don’t ya?”

“Your face is extremely smackable.” You jerk back your wrist, tits bouncing in that bra, he doesn’t bother to hide the way it affects him, slipping his fingers down your bare tummy then, making it tremble when you feel the roughness of his fingers.

“So, did you cum?” He asks again, voice deep and incomprehensible, scowling right at you now.

“You need to know? Yes, I did. Your friend has thick fingers.” He exhales, and before you can think, he’s got you lifted up on your knees, fingers brushing you over your panties. “Ah!”

“Slutty little brat,” he huffs, slipping two fingers underneath your waistband, feeling the drooling wetness pour as he barely brushes your slit with the backs of them now. “Why are ya so fucking wet still then?”

“C-came s’much,” you’re rocking your hips, fingers pressing against his chest now, as if to shove him away, but your body is not listening. Your eyelashes flutter shut just a bit while he smirks up at you like the asshole he is. “What’re you doing!?”

“Gonna see how slutty you are, step sis-”

“I swear to god!” You smack him again, but you don’t move your body away, no you spread your thighs, letting him slip two calloused fingertips up and down you, from your hole to your clit. “You’re a freak.”

“I’m a freak, huh?” You nod again, glaring, acting like you’re not dying to have them inside you, but he knows you’re full of it, as your cunt soaks him with just his stupid fingertip.

“Messy little thing I bet, tch.” He’s shoved the panties aside now, sliding two in deep, curling them to the knuckle, you scream out, before he uses his free hand to cover your mouth, raising a slutty ass eyebrow - why is all of Sukuna slutty!? “Want your mom and my dad to hear you scream?”

“F-fuck you, don’t want you,” you’re mumbling against his palm, spreading your thighs fucking wider, as you feel him pressing that spongy spot, pressing up and down over and over. He hits this delicious fucking pressure, you can hardly stand how good it feels, the pleasure spreading through your body. “Don’t want you.”

“Sure ya don’t, but your slutty cunt does. Smack me again, huh? Watch what happens,” he’s whispering those words as he looks up at you, his eyes dark in the dim lights that just your little strand above your bed holds, flashing as he pumps them in. “Bet I make you soak your bed.”

“You’re so annoying and… fuck you… and…” You’re screaming into your own palm this time, as he uses his ring finger and his middle, making lewd fucking squelching noises, over and over, up and down. It’s too much pressure, you jerk away then, and he sits up, tugging you back.

“Ah- ah, don’t run from it,” fuck can he stop talking like that!? Could your cunt stop liking it so much? “I just wanna know how much my slutty step-sister cums.”

“Don’t call me it, freak, you’re- i’m gonna pee, stop!?” You’re hissing the words as his fingers go quicker, cunt gushing down them, down his palms to his wrist, when you hear it - fucking footsteps echoing outside your door, shadows moving across underneath where light shines through.

“Never cum forreal then, huh?” You’re panicking then, but Sukuna is smirking like the shithead he is, fingers not stopping despite the clear presence of one of your parents out there.

“You’re so s-stupid.”

“Can hear your messy cunt across the street, probably woke ‘em up.” You almost slap him again, but you don’t want to make noise, instead leaning forward, biting the shit out of his neck, sinking your teeth into his skin. He hisses at it, tensing, his fingers halting for a moment. “God, ya think that hurts? You’re so pathetic.”

“I hate you,” you’re grinding against them, cunt pulsing and gripping his fingers as you hear the water running, cursing internally at the situation he has put you in. “Get out of my r-room.”

“I like your bed, it’s comfy,” you’re laying across him as he’s relentless, you feel it starting, so intense you wanna stop it, biting his neck again to muffle your cries, while his free hand yanks at your hair. “Cum, now.”

“No!”

“Now.” You bury your face, shaking your head again. “Stubborn fucking brat, do it now.”

“Fuck you, hate your fingers - hah liked Toji’s better- ah!” He’s done then, he leans back and angles his fingers just so, and hits so deep you’re shattering, cumming so hard you barely muffle it with two hands.

You’re squirting down his fingers, he moans softly at the feeling, the sight he can barely make out as he pulls back, looking down and seeing his hand coated as your eyes rolled back. You’re gushing everywhere, he didn’t even expect it from you, almost cumming from the sight, swallowing nervously and allowing one moment where he didn’t talk shit.

He never thought he’d get to touch you.

“F-fuck…” You’re tightening up now that you’ve released, cunt gripping him and sucking him, making him wonder just how good you’d feel around his cock, he eases them out then, eyeing you under his pink lashes.

“Made you a fucking wreck, look at you, aw.” You’re scowling but you’re shaking violently from it, whining as you’re now empty, he puts them right in his mouth, sucking you off them then, his cheeks hollowing.

“You’re nasty, I swear to god Sukuna.” He chuckles now, yanking your hair so hard you gasp, your slick all over his lips.

“Calling me nasty huh, when you’ve got your cunt all over me? All over your bed too, couldn’t help yourself?”

“Shut up,” he’s right next to your lips, threatening to close the distance, you feel the cool air of your room hit your bare cunt, feel the mess you made. “Doesn’t mean shit.”

“No? Did you squirt for him too?” You look away, making him tug your hair even harder. “Asked ya a question.”

“Shut up.” He’s chuckling, infuriating you to no end, sighing as he looks down at your lips now, brushing his saliva coated thumb across them.

“Couldn’t hold back, could you, bet you’re still drooling out of that little hole,” you shake your head, as much as you can with his firm hold, as he exhales, the breath hurting your bitten lips. “Seems like Toji didn’t get you off enough, not when you made that much of a mess.”

You shove at him now, when he presses your back on the bed, flipping your positions. You suck in a breath when he tilts his head, running a hand down your body slowly. “What’re you doing? Thought I was a gremlin, huh?”

“You are, and a mean little brat too, short stuff.”

You pinch his nipple now, making him glare down at you, jaw clenching. “Yeah, roided out giant.”

“You’re talking a lot of shit for a girl who just pissed on me.”

“I did not!?” He covers your mouth with a palm again, torturing you with his other hand brushing your panties back over, soaked and sticky. You grip his wrist, brows lowering in a scowl.

God he wants to tell you you’re gorgeous, that you’re so sexy he can’t get his fucking mind off you, that your taste is so good he wants to bury himself against your perfect cunt. But he can’t just say that, can he? Be vulnerable when he finally gets a chance to see you like this, feel you like this, he can only smirk down at you and taunt you into a pretty furious glare.

“Why don’t you stop me?” He whispers, husky and lewd in your ear as he leans down, rubbing your soaked, sticky panties against your cunt.

“Shut up.” You’re arching your hips, hating him more and more with every touch, every breath.

“Loved cumming for me, bet you played with your pussy thinking about it.”

You scoff now, shoving at him, his stupid heavy weight feeling far too good. “Hah, you fucking wish, I never have.”

He exhales, his breath ghosting across your collarbones, as he eyes your tits in your lacy bra. “Yeah I don’t believe it, saw the way you looked at me when we first fucking met.”

‘This is Sukuna,’ your mom was introducing him to you, you’re exhausted from finals now, yawning from an all nighter, when you see him.

He’s stupid tall, well over six feet, so tall your head falls back to catch sight of him, with insane red eyes and a face that is far too attractive. His lips are parted, eyes wide when he first meets you, you’re literally in a big sweater and some shorts half asleep as your first introduction.

He looks a lot like his dad, and you two have gotten along well so far, of course you miss your dad, but a long time has passed and you want mom to be happy. But you’ve heard about his son, he’s a little older, in the college you’re going to next year, he honestly is hot as fuck, but you shove all that down. You clear your throat, looking down at your feet now, nervous.

‘What’s up,’ he manages, eyeing you intensely, the way you shift your hips, how you tug on your sweater nervously. ‘You’re fucking short.’

You gasp, glaring then. ‘Everyone must be short to you, jolly pink giant.’

‘What now, brat!?’ his fists clench, as you raise a brow, and your mom sighs.

‘You two are going to be family soon, maybe you could try the introductions again?’ you crush that hope when you run upstairs, and slam the door.

You can’t stand that boy.

The memories hit, of being told a stranger was now family, of being so enamored with his looks you were shy, only to inevitably learn the asshole your ‘stepbrother’ was. That was the beginning of the two of you hating each other, the pranks started coming along a few months later.

You hate him, remember?

It doesn’t matter if he’s got your cunt pulsing around nothing, it doesn’t matter if you are thinking of licking yourself off his lips. You can’t fucking do that, you can’t and shouldn’t want it, especially with them in earshot from you two. His teeth sink into the soft flesh of your breast then, you’re gasping out at it, tugging at his hair, his huge hands squeezing your ribcage.

“What’re you doing,” he pulls up then, eyes unreadable in the dark, lips leaving trails of saliva when he pulls back. “Gonna leave a mark.”

“Good, I’ll add to your collection.” You smack at his head now, he just grins and nips the spot again.

“Weirdo.”

“Freak.”

“Me!? Whore.”

“Slut.”

“Ugh!” You’re biting back another moan when he sucks your flesh into his hot mouth, and you're lost, hands entwined in his silky pink locks.

“Fuck…” it's his turn to lose it, to rut his leaky cock against your mattress, as he grips a tit in his hand, squishing it. “Would ruin you.”

“Ruin me, yeah whatever. Sukuna you’re so full of yourself,” you bite back a moan, wishing he didn’t feel so good on you. “So you can use your fingers, what’s it matter? Go away before you bruise me.”

“I’ll leave a better mark than him,” he’s pulling back again and you see it, a blossoming bruise forming across your skin, his white teeth flashing. “Much better, will last for weeks.”

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” He tugs your bra down, lips capturing your nipple now, you let out a squeak he chuckles at.

“Ya sound like a dumb hentai ad when you moan.”

“Oh I am so done.” You shove the big ass man until he rolls, falling on your floor and cursing, you tug the blanket up — embarrassingly covered in dark spots from your cum — leaning over to watch him curse, all six foot five of that man sprawled along your carpet.

You laugh so hard you snort.

He stands then, quickly leaning over you and gripping your chin, cutting off your laughter so quickly, your heart pounds in your chest, you can hear the blood rushing in your ears when he leans so low. You struggle to find that hatred, those years of anger at him in that moment, when you just want him to kiss you.

“You’re an annoying little brat, ya know that? Should make you cum till you’re covered in tears,” he’s swiping his thumbs over your cheeks, your lips part with desire at the words. “Till you can’t move, can’t sit, can’t fucking walk anymore.”

You say nothing then, because you’d be fucking lying if you acted like you didn’t want exactly what he was whispering. Your eyes shoot up to his, the ruby ring the only remnants of his red color with his pupils blown out.

“Why would you want to? With me, a fucking gremlin, a stupid brat, huh?”

He pauses, swallowing, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, you two hear the door to your parents room shut, echoing with a resounding thud, and he pulls away finally. He walks over to the door, carefully opening it and peering out, he looks at you with an unreadable expression before he just leaves with no word.

What the fuck was that!?

You sit up then, taking off your bra and ruined panties, tossing them in the hamper and walking over to your dresser, snatching out a big shirt you stole from Sukuna years ago to sleep in. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment, trying to fucking process just what happened with him, before shoving it down, feeling awful about it.

You can’t feel that way, you have to forget whatever it was, whatever he did to make you cum harder than you ever have. And how it would have just taken another couple of touches on your body and you’d have fucked him right in your bed, Sukuna of all people!?

The fan overhead does nothing to cool you down, a thin sheen of sweat sticky on your brow, when you eye something on your bed in confusion. Black panties you had on earlier, you pick them up as you’re about to make your now messy bed, then look in horror when you see it.

Did Sukuna cum in your panties!?

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

*****

Breakfast is as awkward as you can imagine, he’s already done a prank on you when you walked out of your room this morning, laughing like a dick when you try to snatch his phone up. You haven’t been on his stupid channel in some time which has been pretty nice, but here he is, torturing you after the asshole decided to jerk off with your used panties?

You can’t say anything, your parents have friends over already, it’s supposed to be a pool party for the holiday and everyone’s here. Family, their friends, some of your friends and Sukuna’s start showing up too, and god if he’s not even more obnoxious around them. Your girlfriends are fawning over Sukuna like they always do, when you all are dressed in your bathing suits and everyone starts grilling out.

You could almost enjoy it, almost have fun if it wasn’t for the fact that Sukuna made you squirt last night, and every time he raises a slutty eyebrow it’s like he remembers it. Every smirk and flick of his tongue on his lips damn near confirms it, while he’s shirtless in swim trunks, his stupid chiseled body glistening with some oil your friends slathered on him.

Fucker loves the attention, pretentious ass.

The doorbell rings when you’ve run inside to grab beers and seltzers to bring em out to the cooler for everyone, you set down the heavy packs with a huff, opening the door and then smiling when you see Toji. He’s got trunks slung over his forearm, those glossy lips tugged up at the corner as he leans against the doorway.

“Hey doll, I’m late as shit.”

“It’s fine Toji, I haven’t even gotten in the pool yet!” You lean up and kiss his cheek then, feeling the stubble brush your lips.

“Tease,” you giggle and he kisses your lips instead, a hand on the bare skin of the small of your back. “You look so hot in this, fuck.”

“Thank you, I didn’t know if it looked okay,” you pull back to tug at it a bit, and his mossy green eyes slip down your body. “Sukuna said I look like a gremlin like usual.”

“Sure he did.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes, stepping inside and eyeing over your shoulder. “Want help with those?”

“Yes please.” You feel bad suddenly, knowing Sukuna had been knuckles deep inside you last night, when you really wanna get to know Toji. He’s so stupid and fucks everything up constantly, far even for him.

Forget it all.

Toji lifts em then, bringing both cases out for you, Sukuna really has the audacity to glare at him, just earning Toji’s smirk when he finally introduces himself to your mom, she is friendly as she always is. Sukuna’s dad is not as friendly, he may be much nicer than his son, but you see where Sukuna got all the attitude from, but Toji literally gives no fucks.

He smirks right at everyone, wrapping an arm around you then, you can feel Sukuna’s eyes just burning holes in your back when you’re pressed against him. “I gotta go change real quick.”

“Sounds good.” You peck at his lips this time, a quick nervous one with so many eyes on you two, it’s not like you’ve ever had a boyfriend very long with Sukuna torturing and scaring them all away.

“He’s hot!” Your friend comes up to you and says, you giggle and nod.

“Surrounded by hot men, let me be you,” your other friend is pouting, looking over at Sukuna. You shake your head. “Oh you know he is. You just can’t say it.”

“He’s gross and a dick. No thanks.”

“You’re gross too, brat.” You jump then, how’d he get so close so fast!?

“Yeah, well not as gross as you, creep.” You shove at him then, when the asshole drags your ass in the pool. You rise up and sputter as he throws back his head and laughs, the cold ass pool chills your skin, goosebumps raising. “I hate you!”

“Yeah, whiny ass brat, I know.”

“Don’t laugh!” You scowl at all of them, they hide their giggles, but even your parents are holding back a laugh. “Help me out.”

“Oh, fine.” He bends down, reaching a hand when you snatch his wrist up and tug his ass in too. He’s sputtering just like you did, big thick ass floundering so hilarious you die laughing.

“Hah! How’d that feel, dick!?” You shove at him under the water now when he hauls you up in the air and throws you across the fucking pool like you’re a volleyball. “Ugh!”

“How’d that feel, brat?” He taunts, soon everyone is just laughing at the two of you, deciding to all hop in aside from your step dad who’s grilling, and your mom sipping a beer and laughing still at you.

“You’re such a jerk.” You mumble when he steps closer, you’re shivering still as the cold water rushes over your skin, hair in strings from how wet it got.

You’re beautiful.

He hates that he thinks that way about you, that you’re the only person he’s thought that singular word for, when he just threw said girl across a damn pool, and all he can see is how the sun illuminates your pretty skin. How it glows under the soft light, the way your eyelashes are spiky and dripping water. He wishes it was just those pretty titties bouncing up and not more.

He swallows as you scowl, like you always do. It’s not as if he’s given you any reason not to do so, aside from that pretty fucked out look he can’t get off his mind last night. The way he desperately sucked your juices that remained sticky on his fingers and jerked it again to you, only to see Toji with his arm around you and want to fucking cut his hand off.

Sukuna has always been this way for you, but it gets worse, and the problem is he doesn’t feel guilty, not for wanting you when he met you already grown up. He doesn’t feel whatever ‘family’ shit his dad wants him to because you’re not really, but he already knows how awful you feel. The way you have avoided him all day, not like he helped pranking you this morning.

How else can Sukuna even show his affection? Aside from just being a dick all the time, aside from taunting you and tossing you in pools? It’s not like it’s returned, he’s not even sure if last night was real, you actually letting him touch your perfect body, the one so close he feels the heat of it even under the cold water undulating around your pretty tits.

“What are you looking at?” You demand, with your bratty voice that just makes his dick harder, crossing your arms under your tits.

“Just that you look like a drowned rat.” He smirks and lies - not telling you that he finds you the most beautiful thing in existense, that your friends don’t have shit on you, that literally no one does.

He can’t say it, it makes it worse, what even could happen if he did? It’s not like you don’t have years of hating him behind your belt, and now you clearly found someone even he can’t scare away. The thoughts of you being with someone else makes him sick, he wants your cunt to remember his shape.

He looks down now, the mark he left just barely apparent where your little bikini top slipped down too much, precariously trying to bare a perk nipple. You look down then, swallowing audibly as he salivates damn near. It takes everything not to make a public spectacle and bring your body against him, grip one of those pretty tits and swipe a thumb over that mark.

You tug your top to further cover it, blushing furiously. “What’s wrong, huh? Something bothering ya?” 

“Nothing at all, was a mosquito bite. I hate mosquitos, such pests.” His scowl makes you smile that much bigger, when you eye Toji climbing in, your friends hone in on him this time, whispering about how big he is so loud he can even hear. He’s chuckling when he steps up, you turn away from Sukuna to head across the other side of the pool when he tugs on your wrist. “What?”

He leans low, lips against your ear now. “New nickname instead of gremlin or short stuff.”

“What’s that?” You glare at him as he grins.

“Waterfall.”

“Oh I can’t stand you!” You yank your wrist as he chuckles like the infuriating jerk he is, instead going over to Toji who hands you a drink. “I need one, thank you.”

“Mmm, no problem doll. I think your mom likes me.” He waves at her now, you smile.

“She does!”

“Sukuna’s dad always thought I was getting him in trouble,” he’s known Sukuna way longer than you, since they were in middle school. Toji takes a sip of his beer then, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “It’s nonsense.”

“But you were trouble! I’ve heard stories.” His lips quirk, that scar stretching just a bit as he looks down at you, standing dangerously close.

“What’ve you heard hmm?” he’s leaning against the pool wall, the scents of the grilled food start flooding your senses now. Your tummy rumbles, making him laugh just a bit. “Hungry?”

“I didn’t eat breakfast because stupid ass Sukuna pranked me.” He snorts a bit at that, drinking some more as you eye Sukuna’s dad flipping the burgers. At this point your grandma is pretty drunk, shouting your name across the pool, you smile and wave back at her.

“So what did you hear?” He waves at your grandma too, making you laugh.

“That you two were breaking into your teacher’s room after school, and taking shit. Oh and you all released like a hundred chickens at once?”

“That was end of the year pranks, it was all Sukuna. I got dragged into it.”

“Uh huh sure.” He brushes back a little bit of your hair, drying from the warm sun, before brushing a finger across your cheek.

“You think I’m the bad influence here, doll?”

“I think it was a team effort.”

“Hmm…” he trails off, and eyes Sukuna, staring at the two of you for just a moment with an unreadable expression, before he’s back to talking with his friends. “I guess we both were little shits, but he’s still one.”

“You can say that again.” You peek back at Sukuna, who flips you off, earning a middle finger right back.

“You two are so close y’know.”

“We are so close.” Your words are teasing, but the memories hit again, the memories you would rather keep completely under lock for the rest of your damn life, refusing to acknowledge they exist.

The cook-out goes on, your grandma at some point is being just a menace, she’s flirting with people you kinda love that for her. Your aunt is stoned off her ass, getting yelled at for smoking a blunt by your mom, it’s a typical get together. Sukuna is throwing a foot ball around the yard with a bunch of your little cousins, and something about that gives you pause.

Big ass jerk Sukuna, smiling and tossing a football with kids is arguably adorable, he played extremely well in college, so well you thought he may go pro, but you suppose youtube made him rich so he just went with that. You don’t know as much about him as you suppose you should.

How can a man be so fucking infuriating, really?

As everyone starts to leave, Toji is getting changed, dragging you into the bathroom when he opens the door and you’re about to get changed yourself. You giggle when he does, he lifts you up like nothing and sits you on the sink, your hands grip his strong shoulders when he plants a kiss on you, you still smell the scent of chlorine from the pool and the mix of the coconut scent of the sunblock.

Your body is all jello from the pool and the heat, the perfect feeling for getting kissed by him. You lose yourself in it for a bit, quiet smacks of hungry lips, his hands gripping your waist. He pulls back a bit and presses you closer, you’re blushing when you feel him under his shorts.

“Another date, what ya think doll?”

“I’d love one.” He smirks and kisses you again, a little more hungry, and to be honest you have very little experience thanks to your annoying fucking ‘step-brother’, so you’re a little nervous as your hand trails down his chest.

“Ya gonna jerk me off in your parents bathroom? Really?” He’s taunting you, and you pout now.

“No, now that you said it that way!”

“Shit, no, bring it back.” He’s tugging your hand back down as you giggle just a bit, curiously touching his thickness - and fuck he’s thick. You bite your lip and he kisses you again, rutting his cock against your hand, just the thin material of those gray shorts as a barrier. “Fuck…”

“Mnh…” You’re crying out into his lips when he’s running his fingers down your breasts, tugging at your bikini top.

That’s when you really panic.

What if he saw Sukuna’s stupid fucking mark!?

You two aren’t exclusive or dating yet, but still! And imagine explaining - oh yeah, my dickhead stepbrother fingered me last night! Oh and he came in my panties, it’s all very silly hehe! - Yeah no.

Now you have time to think about it, when the door knob twists, and you pull your top up a little nervous, blushing. “Use the other bathroom!”

“Just get out brat.” You scowl now, hearing his voice, and Toji’s cock twitches in your hand, you realize you’re still stroking it.

“Go to one of the others!?”

“Then I’ll drip through the house.”

“Oh god.” Toji chuckles and you about could hear a fucking pin drop.

“Is that Toji in there?”

“No! That was me.”

“Out, now.” You’re so irritated, you’re twenty one not a fucking baby anymore, Toji helps you down and opens the door then, to a furious Sukuna, just an inch taller than Toji and a half inch broader maybe. “What are you doing in there?”

“I was helping her unhook her bathing suit, calm down buddy,” he pats Sukuna on the shoulder with an easy grin, looking back at you. “I’ll call you about that date, I’m gonna head home.”

“Sounds good Toji,” you smile and give him another kiss as he walks off, leaving Sukuna glaring even more intensely, like he’s gonna fucking actually kill you. “Sukuna, I'm not a baby.”

“Tch, are you serious?”

“Yes, I am. I am tired of you acting like some big brother, you’re not, okay?” You shove him now, and that’s when he’s locked himself in the bathroom with you, making you gasp, reaching around to grab the knob, only to be turned and pressed against the counter, facing the mirror.

His big arms, lined with thick black tattoos wrap you then, his hair is this dusky rose color from the dampness still on the thick strands, huge hands slipping around your body, taking you over. Your head falls back, eyes meeting his and narrowing, he’s tugging that bikini top down until your breasts spill, bouncing just so for his vision, and you feel it - his hardness on the small of your back.

Momentarily frozen, you finally gather yourself, pushing at his stupidly strong arms to get them off you, just making your tits jiggle more. He grabs one, thumb brushing over your bruise, you ignore the wetness between your thighs, the memories of last night flooding your stupid brain.

“Sukuna, the fuck?” He leans lower, gently plucking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his breaths hot against your cheek as your heart races.

“You fucking him, huh?”

“What’s it matter if I am? What do you care, panty thief.”

“I didn’t steal them, tch,” he squishes a breast in his huge ass hand, rough and calloused, hurting so good you want more. You arch without meaning too, earning his exhale, while he studies that spot in the mirror hungrily, thumb pressing it to make it hurt even more. “You left them on the floor, you’re messy. Your cunt and your room.”

“You’re such a pervert, why were you in there!?”

“You probably liked what I did, huh? Freaky little slut…” You’re done for when he finds you, toxic ass Sukuna feeling your slick cunt over his fingers, rubbing and groaning softly, barely a breath, tickling the shell of your ear.

“You call me a slut? Look at you,” your head falls back against his hard chest, hips moving up and down. “Can’t stop touching me, why? You don’t even… mnh… find me… attractive…”

“Hah, you’re fucking stupid too,” he rubs your slick bottoms, feeling the sticky arousal pool and drip. “What are you so wet for, him?”

“Yes, him, finally gonna - ah - get some without you blocking me, you f-fucking psycho…” you wish you weren’t close from him rubbing you over your soaking wet bikini, wish you didn’t love him licking the side of your neck. Wished his stupid smile wasn’t so attractive in that mirror.

“You wanna fuck Toji so bad, huh?” You moan into your palm now, the other hand braced on the polished marble of the sink, eyes fluttering shut as he presses that material up between your lips. “Asked ya a question.”

“Y-yes I do. Don’t want you.” You yank his hand off then, before you go too far, but he just slips his fingers in your mouth instead. You suck on them without fighting it at first, as he watches your lips wrap them, leaking hot sticky precum against your sun warmed skin. “Fuck off Sukuna.”

“Such a liar, you’ve always been.”

“Me!? You.” You turn now, shoving him back, just making him bend at the waist and lean low, thumb brushing your lips. “What's been your problem since you came back? Some new form of torturing me?”

“You torture me, constantly.” You blink in confusion shaking your head then, as his eyes are so bright red they’re hard to look at. He cups your face, it feels so small in his big hands then, as your breath catches.

“How do I torture you?” Your voice is a hushed whisper, your tits are hastily shoved in your top, while you realize he’s just seen all of you again. You’re shoving him harder, but he doesn’t move. “Answer me, how have I ever? You’re the bully.”

“You’re right, I’m the bully,” you are so confused by him then, he sees it on your pretty face.

You don’t even know the torture you’ve put him through all these years, can hardly be with someone because of you, the times he has, he’s just thought of you or pictured you. Being too beautiful, too fucking perfect, smell too good, feel too good, fuck he even loves your voice. He loves your writing he’s found snooping pathetic in your room, he loves how sweet you are to everyone but him.

He loves how mean you are to him.

“You really don’t know shit about me, huh?” You blink in confusion again, tilting your head, he’s too close, his hands are on your face, yours are wrapping his thick wrists.

It’s too intimate.

More intimate than his fingers inside you, to look into his eyes like this, not mocking or taunting, but so serious as they study your face, as they dart all around your face. You bite at your trembling lip, unsure of just what to say in that moment, unsure of everything you know. 

Why do his hands feel so good? Why does the way he’s looking at you destroy you?

“You just hate me, huh?” You swallow nervously, looking down. “Look at me, brat, look at me when you tell me.”

“You have been horrible to me since the first day we met, how did you expect me to like you?”

“Right,” he pulls back then, letting you catch your breath, his fists clenched at his sides now. “Of course that’s what you think.”

“You’re confusing, hitting some fucking quarter life crisis?” You expect a smirk, a chuckle, a scowl, not the tensing of his jaw, not the way he’s looking down at you right now. “I’m not a slut, either.”

“No?”

“I’m a virgin, you dumb ass.” He falters now, swallowing nervously.

“You’re a what?”

“Make fun of that too, hard to fuck when your jerk ‘step brother’ threatens every man you like just to make you miserable.”

To think he could have you first makes his cock throb then, it’s toxic and horrible, and if Sukuna was a good person he’d feel terrible. But all he can think of now is how badly he wants to be your first, fuck your only, have you cumming so good you pass out, but he’d keep going. Nothing could stop him once he finally got you, when he finally busted in your pretty cunt.

He’d put so many kids in you, you’d never leave him.

He’d feel bad about that too, if he had a conscience, but when it comes to you, Sukuna is so obsessed he doesn’t care. He’s had cameras in your room before, he’s jerked it to fuzzy dark videos with hints of your tits. His collection of your things is so ridiculous, you’d probably be shocked where all your little things went, locked in a box under his childhood bed.

He should feel bad, but how can he? How can he keep going, and not have you, not mark every part of your body?”

“Nothing mean to say about it?” You ask now, trembling with his study, so intense it’s hard to breathe, the vulnerability of admitting that fact makes you nauseous.

Why is he just staring!?

“Say something, something mean. I’m a loser or whatever.” You’re damn near begging him to, but he doesn’t, instead he almost tenderly dances those fingers across each cheek, down the sides of your neck, watching you tremble under his touch.

He exhales in that moment, the movement tantalizing in its slowness, drinking in your scent, remembering your taste. He hears your quick, skipped breaths, sees the way your lips part as you feel his touch. You’re surrounding his every sense, clouding his mind further and further, while those fingers brush the gentle slope of your bare shoulders achingly slow.

“Sukuna, say something.” You need it, an insult, a dick comment, something to return the normalcy of your relationship.

But he doesn’t.

“You’re just gonna stare at me?” You shove at him, of course he doesn’t move, he just sighs, leaning too low, towering over you.

“No loser touched you huh?”

“No, because of you, idiot.” He smiles just a bit, making you even more curious that it’s his response. “What would you give a fuck for?”

“You’re right, I don’t care.” He walks right out of that bathroom, and you scowl at the door, before splashing your face with cold water that runs from the faucet, then sinking on the floor, hugging your knees.

What the fuck was he up to, some elaborate prank!? Or was there something you’re missing? It can’t be that he… feels anything. It’s a joke, you convince yourself of it, maybe you’re gaslighting yourself, but you can’t allow it to be any sort of truth, and sort of reality.

Fuck Sukuna.

*****

Sukuna’s got another pair of your panties, he doesn’t think you’ll miss them from the hamper, cursing at how much he hates you as he strokes his cock again that night. Why do you make him pathetic!?

‘Oh, ya think I’ll take it easy your first time, hah - that’s real cute’ Sukuna’s picturing it, his sooty pink lashes shut, as he lays in his bed and jerks his cock, whimpering as he runs his thumb over his tip, picturing taking you, fuck he’d have you cum on his face so much he’d drown.

Then he’d have you begging and pleading, only to fuck into you, take your virginity, make sure you would never want anyone but him. He can’t do it, he’s already going too far, being so fucking disrespectful and horrible, but he’s jerking it faster to the fantasy, of making you not hate him, of having you fucked out and whining, gasping and drooling.

‘Gonna ruin you, fuck up your insides, yeah?’ He can’t stop it, the obsession with you, but instead of you sleeping peacefully, you find your thoughts drifting to him as you toss and turn in your bed.

You can’t want him.

You shouldn’t want him.

You don’t want him.

Right?

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; Coming Full Circle

Part 1: Here , Part 2: Here , Part 3: You’re here! , Part 4: Here , Part 5: Here

CW: Reader is pregnant BUT is gender neutral only being referred to as you, if you don't have the ability to get pregnant you do now (in this series). Neglected reader x (platonic.) bat family. Reader is probably around in your 20s (21 - 25) and is the 5th(??) oldest.

TW: Past abuse in the form of emotional neglect/abuse, pregnancy, panic attacks and angst

After passing out from the emotions of the shopping trip you woke up to your warm bed. It seems someone (other than Damian, he was too small to carry an adult.) had placed you on your bed, removed your shoes and removed anything that would snag or choke you in your slumber as well, it seems they also left your shopping bags at the foot of your bed. You were starting to wonder if that shopping tripped really ending up helping you because now it’s 12:32 at night and you’re texting your husband you were supposedly not talking to and you felt unbelievably drained from all that crying you did. Usually you’d cry in his arms while he comforts you so perhaps that’s why your reaching out to him.

You:

I’m fine. And I’m safe just need some space

Him:

I want to give that to you but I’m just nervous not knowing where you are.

You can feel a headache coming on, perhaps from the crying, the fact you were still in your day clothes and from the fact he was so insistent on your location, fair enough, you disappeared with almost nothing on you and also, in his eyes, randomly one day with no signs that you would be away from him for so long. You choose to turn off your phone and just lay there. Honestly it’s all too much. These hectic phew days seeing your family again has been overwhelming. You can’t lie and say you aren’t enjoying the attention but at the same time you feel this gnawing feeling in your chest. The lingering in the back of your mind being ‘Is this all real? Was the years of neglect real or did I imagine it all? Has everyone always cared I didn’t notice?’ and arguably the most significant reason to you ‘what was the reason for it all?’

You can feel your mind start spiralling and you begin to feel sick. You hate it all. Hate being aware of everything all at once. Hate the almost never ending unanswered questions.

You quickly get up shaking your head gently refusing to let it completely overwhelm you, grabbing some PJs you change into as you do. They smell like your him, you both use the same detergent so it always reminds you of each other. You then slide on your slippers as you walk to the kitchen to get a late night snack. You’ve been have some pregnancy cravings but nothing super weird surprisingly, like pickles and peanut butter.

In the kitchen you search for some of your favourite snacks to eat lately, unfortunately there’s none left so you settle for some fruit you like, not as tasty like the ones you have at home but decent enough. The moonlight comes through the kitchen window making you think once again as you bite into the succulent fruit while you lean against the marble kitchen counters. The night is quiet, perfect for unwelcomed overthinking.

‘I wonder what would’ve happened if I stayed here?’

‘What would’ve happened if I never had gotten pregnant?’

The worst thought of all though was; ‘is this sudden affection from everyone in this manor only because of the baby?’

You love your baby you do but you’d hate for all this affection to be just for the child. You are your family’s child first and all you want is for them to love you as you and not for the child you carry.

You feel a slight buzz in your pyjama pocket. You’ll have to deal with your true family before your second, and right now part of your true family is worried about you.

Him:

Please talk to me, my love.

You pause sighing, perhaps if you were raised in a healthy family you could’ve grown up to handle conflict better. Maybe you would still be there with him in your shared home. No point in lamenting about it though.

You:

I’m here sorry I needed to take a break, I was getting overwhelmed.

Him:

Thats okay I’m sorry… I’m just scared

Your husband has always been kind and patient with you even when you found even yourself difficult. Of course he makes mistakes, but he never hurts you and he would never emotionally abandon you like this cursed family did and yet here you were abandoning him, thinking about that makes you wince slightly.

You:

That’s fair… I’m sorry.

Ever since our last argument I’ve been struggling a bit. I know it seems minor but the fact we disagreed on something so small but important around our child is scary. Because what happens next?

All your thoughts spill out as you type, like an overflowing fountain, speaking of fountains you can feel your eyes fill up with tears as you type.

Will we continue to argue about every small thing, like on how to parent our child? Will you get tired if we just continuously disagree and fight? What happens when the baby comes, if I’m like this now will I really be a good parent? Can I even love when I was raised without it?

Your sweet husband knows everything about your childhood and you know everything about his. He never once judged or blamed you for the trauma you endured, he was always on your side.

Him:

I know you’re scared, my love. but one disagreement doesn’t mean our marriage will fall apart, raising a life can be scary but that’s why we are doing it as a team and not as individuals.

I’ll never get tired of you, I intend to stay true to our marriage vows and love you in sickness and in health. I’ll never be tired of you and I won’t be tired of the baby because I love you both. Also you will be a good parent, I know it. Just because you may have been raised without love and care doesn’t mean you can’t love and care anymore, you’re married to me and you love me just fine.

Don’t doubt yourself so much. Thinking so big about everything all at once is bound to get you overwhelmed.

You can almost hear his naggy voice lecturing you towards the end making you giggle softly.

You:

Youer right I’m sorry. I love you so much ♡

God I feel like a fool right now.

Him:

My fool ♡

Now go to sleep I can tell you’re about to pass out because you spelt you’re wrong

Also I bet the reason you stayed away from me for so long is you were too embarrassed

Shit! He caught you. You should’ve known better but he can practically see through you sometimes so you don’t know why you’re surprised. You laugh softly and hang your head slightly at the fact you can still feel the connection when you’re both apart. It’s a testament that you both are truly blessed with one another.

You:

Will do, love you again. Also your bet was right, I’ll text you my location tomorrow so you can pick me up.

Him:

Looking forward to it ♡

You yawn after he sends his last text for tonight, he was right all anxiety has left you with a giant puddle of sleepiness. You eat the last slice of your fruit, wash your hands in the kitchen sink, then finally you walk back to bed.

You’ve never walked around so late it’s almost eerie how quiet it all is, when you were younger you were afraid monsters would get you as sometimes you heard weird noises when you did try to venture outside your room.

Perhaps you should’ve looked around at night more because then you wouldn’t be lost, wandering around a large manor in a sleepy haze, desperate to get back to bed. “Office…?” You mumble looking into rooms for the staircase so you could get to your room to no avail.

Somehow you end up in Bruce’s study, that he once expressed you weren’t supposed to go into at any point, normally you’d listen, it was just an office after all but the sleep made you bold as you step in.

The room in your sleepy vision was normal.

Minus the bookcase behind the desk which was moved to the side to reveal a staircase going down. The shock of the weird bookcase and stairs going down sobered you up from your sleepy haze.

“Wait.. we had a basement?”

You crept down the dark stairwell, the only way you knew where you were going is because of the small lights that lined the walls as you descended. The stairs and the walls weren’t old and rickety for a secret passage, they were what looked to be sold black iron all around minus the matching black carpet going down the middle of the stairs.

“This isn’t weird at all…” you mumble sarcastically to yourself.

You can’t decide what would be worse a creepy old staircase that looks like it lead to a dungeon or a staircase that looks like it would lead you to something like a room for experiments. Either way it felt like you were about to witness something you shouldn’t have seen.

If only you knew how right you were.

Finally you reached the end of the stairs, if you were even still a tiny bit sleepy that terribly long walk down got rid of it. You walk a wide corridor, what looks to be different entrances to rooms line the walls. You want to open one and check but your body pushes you to continually walk forward.

Once you reach the end you see two see-through automatic doors, when you step past one you panic as you’re sprayed down with what you can only assume are chemicals. One you step through the other, you’re greeted with a very large cave.

A cave full of shit you’d never find in a cave, like cars and, sitting in the middle of the very big cave, what looks to be a giant computer.

Alarm bells ring in your head, this definitely wasn’t for you to see. But those alarm bells and everything else in your head quickly dies when you see Bruce, Dick and Alfred walking towards you talking amongst themselves.

You wouldn’t feel this sudden horrifying pit in your stomach if that was it.

No. If that was it you’d be fine. But instead Dick and Bruce were in costumes.

Not just any costumes but Batman and Nightwing costumes.

‘No.’

‘There’s just no way.’

‘This is a joke.’

But you knew it wasn’t when Alfred looked ahead and met your eyes, his face paling at the realization of you standing there and that’s all you needed to turn and run.

You run back to the see-through doors, down the black hallway and up the black stairs. You are pretty sure you can hear yelling but you can’t hear it over the sound of your own breathing as you hyperventilate.

Everything you knew about your family has come crashing down. What was real? Who else knew? No, they all must’ve known. It makes sense that everyone in this family knew but you. Which other superhero was secretly your family member?

Your vision blurs from tears. They were superheros. Saving EVERYONE. EVERYDAY. But they could forget your birthdays, they could forget your existence. Watching your brothers and sisters celebrate their birthdays all together as a happy family and Bruce, your DAD, YOUR BIOLOGICAL DAD couldn’t find time to get you a different gift each year.

Everywhere feels unsafe, all you could do was run to the living room before you could feel the air in your throat get stuck from how quick you were breathing. The tears blurring your vision.

You quickly pull out your phone and quickly open your messages, your hand shaking as you click on your husband’s contact before sending him your location along with a single line saying ‘help’. You need to leave here fast no where feels safe. Everything feels fake.

As this is all happening you hear people call your name, through your tears you could make out Bruce and Dick.

“Hey hey hey let’s just calm down… it’s not a big deal! And what you saw wasn’t what it looked like.” Dick starts his own voice sounding unsure.

“N-not a- A BIG DEAL?” You manage to choke out and scream.

“Don’t be this way.” Bruce coldly glares at your reaction.

“DON’T BE THIS WAY?” You yell again, you’re pretty sure the entire manor is awake now from your cries. “You… you don’t get to tell me that.” You hiss through tears.

“Tell me, Bruce Thomas Wayne. Who else knows.” You ask slowly and carefully, voice full of spit.

There’s a silence before Bruce speaks up, “the… entire family knows.”

You go to laugh but before you can he adds on, “Because they’re all vigilantes too, we never told you because we wanted you to live a normal life...”

His voice fades away as the world around you shatters, a seemingly innocent illusion of a neglectful family has cracked and revealed a family who purposefully isolated you from themselves because they decided to choose for you that you’ll live a life full of wondering what you did so wrong to deserve this.

Your own father decided to tell the kids that aren’t even related to him to become heroes with him but here you were his biological child and yet he decided you weren’t worth it all.

You gently crumpled onto the floor.

Right before your husband decides to make a flashy entrance by shattering the living room window.