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gyuswhore · 4 months ago

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Grease (the tragedy)

“Careful, those marks on the floor aren’t just oil and paint.”

jeon wonwoo x reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings: smut [minors DNI], fluff, angst, mechanic!wonu, annoyances to lovers, blind date gone wrong but then gone right, kissing, clit stuff, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking (oop), this all happens at a desk LMAO, title is a what I thought was a funny spin on how people say "grease (the musical)"....has nothing to do with the musical though but lots to do with actual grease!!!

synopsis: In which you have to sit through one of the worst dates of your life, followed by the insistent tug of fate and compulsion that lead you straight back to where you'd sworn you'd never go.

[a/n]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE CAMOTHY @highvern everyone go say happy birthday to cam or ill appear in your room at night 🔫 anygays HAVE FUN READING THIS I hope this is all the sexy wonu content you wanted, I cant wait for your reaction hehehhehe

and also bigbigbigbig thank you to jessifer @the-boy-meets-evil for proofing this for me!!! ily heh

and and to everyone reading this who is not cam, I hope you enjoy reading mechanic!wonu as much as I liked writing him heheh PLS REMEMBER TO REBLOG AND TELL ME UR THOTS it could be in the tags, replies, an ask literally anything!!!! id love to hear what you guys think!!!!

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[You]: do you think he died on the way [Liv]: hes still not there??? [You]: what do you think????? [Liv]: let me ask Amelia [You]: dont bother [You]: he can show up whenever he wants im leaving in 5 [Liv]: you promised you’d sit thru this!! [You]: sit thru what? an empty seat across from me???

Liv doesn’t respond immediately, and you immediately know she’s buggered off to ask her cousin why your date still wasn’t here.

It’s not like you couldn’t have asked him yourself, the sparse textbox sitting just under Liv’s contact. You open it to inspect the contents.

[liv’s cousin’s something]: Amelia gave me your number [liv’s cousin’s something]: friday night at the sage&salt at 7 [liv’s cousin’s something]: is that okay [You]: uh hey [You]: yeah that’s fine

Today 7:20 PM

[You]: im here?

The first thread of texts were enough to make you feel like this was some cold business meeting instead of a date, knowing wherever this would lead would be either the city dump or off a cliff. Liv was hearing none of it, taking the guilt tripping route, saying she’d already committed and her cousin was irritating enough even without a scuffle.

So when Friday evening came around you’d pulled on the first dress your fingers could find, took all of ten minutes fighting with your makeup to make it look like you did something and left the house with zero expectations.

Despite that, as you see a man walk into the establishment dressed like he’d gotten into a fight with a squid and a paper shredder, you feel the stone in your chest tank into the abyss. Zero expectations, and he’s somehow managed to strike out anyway.

The jacket looks like he’s put it on as a weak cover for the grime stains on his shirt and trousers, a couple jet black splatters across the outfit to really pull the whole thing together. It’s not like he looked homeless or anything, his face surprisingly handsome with his hair pushed away from his forehead. Although he remains looking like he’d been playing football in some neighbourhood parking lot before remembering he had an adult appointment too.

You’d never seen the man in your life, but your gut told you this was the shit texter who’d kept you waiting for nearly an hour. He seems to notice too, eyes locking from across the restaurant as the waitress leads him to your table.

“Wonwoo,” you greet with a difficult smile, half sure it came out as a grimace. “Right?”

“Yeah,” he huffs as he practically slams back down on the chair, and you wonder for a moment how the legs didn’t give out. He says your name and you nod. “Sorry I’m late, I got a call in the parking lot.”

He’s been in the parking lot this entire time?!

It’s like you’ve been doused in gasoline and lit on fire, yet somehow needing to give him a shaky reply anyway.

“O–oh, I see.”

The waitress saves you from spitting in his face when she asks if you were ready to order.

Dinner was off the table, as you discussed with Liv who forwarded it to her cousin to her–whoever it was that set up this god awful date–and agreed on dessert and perhaps a drink.

“I’ll have the chocolate cake,” you request in an attempt to make this somewhat better. You consider for a moment before asking for a drink as well, “And a dry gin martini, please.”

“Um,” he staggers as he barely skims the menu, ultimately flipping it closed. “I’ll have the same, I guess.”

Deep voice. You might’ve liked that if you weren’t already so peeved.

The waitress disappears with the menus, leaving you two alone for the first time.

“So,” you start with an exhale. “How do you know Amelia?”

“Her husband.”

“I see.”

Silence.

“How do you know her husband?”

He sighs like this is all inconveniencing him, and it irks you to an irrespective degree. Like you wanted to be here either.

“He brings his car to the workshop alot, became friends somewhere along the line.”

“Workshop?”

He looks a little startled, cocking his head to the side. “I’m a mechanic? Did Olivia–was it–not tell you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

It’s silent yet again as the man across from you refuses to elaborate. You curse as you ask him a follow up question. If there was anything you hated more than shouldering a dead conversation, it was sitting through an awkward silence.

One hour. You’d sit through this for one more hour and then you’d leave.

“What kind of cars do you work on?”

“Expensive ones,” he answers. You might’ve kicked yourself if he’d ended it at that, but he continues with a purse of his lips. “Ones that rich people abuse to an inch of the machine’s life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it. Vintage pieces too.”

“Have I heard of it?”

“The cars?”

“No, I mean,” you let out a breath. “Your workshop.”

“Jeon Motors, just a couple streets down actually.”

You did know what he was talking about, not expecting to recognise it through the empty question, passing by it on multiple occasions in this part of the city.

“Oh, I’ve seen it a few times.”

“Yeah, we’ve been there for a while.”

“Family business?”

“Uh–sort of.”

“Okay,” you sigh in an irritated laugh. This was going to be a very difficult hour. “Keep that to yourself too.”

“Is there a problem?”

Just as you lift your eyes to lock with his, a ready yes, there is actually a problem on your tongue, there’s an intrusion.

“Here are your chocolate cakes,” the waitress places the cakes down, and then the drinks. “And your dry gin martinis. Do you guys need anything else?” By the time the waitress is gone you’ve somewhat forced yourself to put that sudden surge of flames out, to a degree at least.

“Okay,” he sighs, grabbing his glass and downing nearly half the contents. He emerges, wiping a bit of a spill from the corner of his mouth. “Let’s get this out of the way.”

“Hm?” He’s speaking to you with a very weird surge of intensity, and it confuses you.

“Neither of us wanna be here. You’re clearly trying to be hospitable but I’d really rather you not, especially when we’re both doing this to get our respective ticks off our hides.”

There isn’t much you can do but stare at him.

“Have I misjudged your advances?” he asks over his glass, sharp eyes piercing.

“No!” you yelp, reaching for your drink yourself, taking big sips only to emerge sputtering and heaving.

Your date looks like he’s rising out of his chair when you raise a hand to stop him.

“No,” you repeat, less jumpy this time. “I guess we could’ve cleared that out from before.”

Did he…snort?

“Sorry.” Dropping his chin to his chest, he composes himself.

“What?” you ask, remaining annoyed as ever.

“Nothing.”

That does it. You slam your now empty glass down on the table, slipping your fork out of the napkin a little forcefully, the metal glinting in the light of the restaurant. You dig into a corner of the cake and shove it in your mouth.

If he was gonna be rude, you could be too.

“I don’t know about hospitable.” You swallow. “But I assumed not being an ass was kind of an unwritten rule for any situation really. Including the ones you’d rather not be in.”

Wonwoo stares at you with a blank face, his cake untouched. “I’m being an ass. My laugh couldn’t have offended you that much.”

“So you did pick that up,” you comment. “With the way this conversation’s going I would’ve thought it flew right over your engine.”

“I’d argue your laugh was the least offensive thing you’ve done tonight.” You plunge your fork into your cake again. “But clearly we’re in different realms of etiquette.”

Your eyes meet the rough stains on his attire, and then his own that bore into yours like a challenge. The cake isn’t too sweet, rich just the right amount and texturally sound. Maybe something good did come out of this fiasco.

“Okay fine,” he announces, sitting up straighter. “I apologise.”

“For laughing?”

“And for being obscenely late.”

“And?”

“And…” he genuinely looks like he’s struggling to figure it out, but catches your eyes flickering to his tattered and stained outfit. “And for my entirely inappropriate dressing sense. You’ll have to forgive me for that one, oil and grime are my spoils of war.”

“Wear it like a badge, mister mechanic, but perhaps somewhere it’s appreciated.”

Wonwoo has already finished his drink, his cake remaining untouched. “You’re quite adamant on disliking me.”

“And you’re quite adamant on being a horrid conversationalist.”

The corners of his mouth lift the slightest bit. Opening his mouth to respond, you cut him off. “Cars don’t talk? Or perhaps, machines are easier to understand?”

“More like I don’t care to be personable.”

“That can’t be good for business.”

“The cars speak for themselves.”

He’s a weird one. Even more so when he offers to pay the entire bill, promising you he wasn’t lying when he said he was good at what he does, and to “make up for lost personality points.” You manage to pay your half anyway, considering the circumstances.

“Can you at least let me drive you home?” Wonwoo asks as you both step out of the establishment soon after.

“Depends.” You fix the strap of your bag. “Will it fall apart on the highway?”

The blaring white of the restaurant's outdoor lights backlight Wonwoo to make him look like some sad angel. He turns to you, the same slight smirk that seems to be plastered on his face. “Why don’t you find out?”

“What do you mean sell it? I got this thing a year ago!”

There isn’t much you can do but sigh loudly as you listen to Olivia talk about the state of her car, the one that cost too much to justify but she seemed to use and abuse like a very replaceable toy truck.

Leaning against the hood of the darn thing, you talk to her. “The dealership is giving you a shit deal to take it off your hands, you might as well try your luck.”

The look on her face is easy to read as she silences. Not convinced in the slightest, waiting for the conversation to end just so she could figure it out on her own. Sighing loudly, you look back to the dark beauty with a crate of issues that make it spit and sputter to a stop every few weeks.

“How much did you say the repairs cost again?”

“Enough to put me on food stamps,” she whines through her frustration, tears pricking against her eyes as they glisten under the neighbourhood streetlights. “Why are you smirking like that?!”

“It’s just,” you pause as you consider your next words, pressing your lips together. “This is a little bit your fault.”

Lies, it was entirely her fault.

Liv stares like you’ve just offended her, which you’re sure you have.

“Care to share how this possible bankruptcy could be my fault?"

“Because you drive the thing like you have a secret reserve buried somewhere in Tenerife.”

“My apologies for making a habit of not being a public nuisance and going forty on a national highway.”

“Your speed-o-metre is not the issue here.”

“Yes, of course, everything’s my fault.”

“Liv, please!” You groan loudly. “Just…let’s try putting up a listing tomorrow. Consider the prospects and you can decide from there.”

Sagging her shoulders and stretching her neck, Liv decides to simply trudge back indoors in silence. You take it as a begrudging yes, and follow her inside.

That very night, when you were at the very cusp of falling into the dark space of sleep, your brain re-awakens before your eyes do. A jolt as the memory comes back to you of the many months ago, sitting in that restaurant across from a man who was too handsome for the personality he seemed to sire.

“Expensive ones,” he had said. “Ones that rich people abuse to an inch of the machine’s life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it.”

How fitting.

“Are you going to explain or should I explode instead?”

You’d mentally prepared for the bombardment of accusations from Liv, her questioning perfectly right as you yourself cringed at the thought of showing your face here of all places. The one last one that’d officially banned her from ever setting you up with an individual of her choosing ever again.

Hearing only silence as her answer, she appeals; “I thought he was the worst date of your life.”

“Nothing to do with his skills as a mechanic,” you mumble, refusing to make eye contact.

“And everything to do with this being a horrible idea anyway!” Liv stares up at the sign on top of the garage. Jeon Motors. “What makes you think this guy can fix my car?”

What did make you think he could fix Liv’s car? If you’d known you might have given her an answer, but as you stare at the giant signboard that you’ve driven past for longer than you can remember, you can’t help but feel this place has been haunting you. Just a little.

You can’t help but feel the tingle of goosebumps rise on your skin, the hairs across the expanse standing up at the thought of walking inside. There was no way you could differentiate the reaction from plain nerves or from the cringing drills that sound all the way outside the establishment. Regardless, you make an attempt to look confident as you make your strides into the pungent of the workshop.

The first thing you note is how…clean everything is. Cleaner than any other workshop you’ve walked into anyway.

The interior is bigger than it looks from the outside, the ginormous hall hosting about a dozen cars within your eyeshot alone. One side of the great hall holds an array of parked cars in different stages of dismantled and deconstructed, while the other side is lined with contraptions that look like stripped and enlarged elevators.

Once you’ve inhaled a beyond recommended amount of smoke fumes and listened past all of the clanging, banging and sparks, you register the people that are elbow deep in the hoods of the vehicle they’re working on, enough to leave you and Liv standing at the entrance of an establishment that you can barely make sense of.

“Can I help you?” A man in stained beige overalls approaches your wide eyed pair, face half covered in his baseball hat and hands occupied with a rag.

To your slightest dismay, it isn’t the man you’re looking for.

“Uh– is Wonwoo here?” you ask.

“He’s in a meeting right now. Are you a friend?”

No, just a failed love interest.

“He,” you falter. If you weren’t a friend…then what were you? “He gave me his card.”

“Do you need help with your car?”

“Mine, actually,” Liv pipes. “It’s outside if you wanna take a look first.”

With one sweeping look across the warehouse, your eyes land on one of the few doors on the left. You register the plain look of it for barely a moment before joining Liv outside.

By the time her car has been rolled and parked inside for a more thorough inspection, it’s taken you every last grain of your willpower to not stalk back out and wait in your car. For whatever reason, you can’t help but feel a very familiar spasm of irritation spark through you. Here you are, left anxiously waiting for the same man for a second time, merely feet away but remaining occupied with more important things.

At the very least, the multiple hands prodding around the car’s engine were being somewhat of use, attempting to survey the same issues that had been looked at about a dozen times before. You silently promise to be a better person if this trip wouldn’t be for vain.

“Am I late for something again?”

Your throat is suddenly clogged as you open your mouth and no sound graces your presence. The face that meets you has his eyebrows raised as he stares at you in expectation, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“W–Wonwoo, hi, um.” You clear your throat loudly, heat cursing your cheeks. “No, of course not.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure after…four months?” he asks, hands on his hips and his back straightened.

“I…my friend’s car needed to be looked at so…”

“Ah, of course!” He turns to where you’ve motioned, looking at the popped hood of the car his employees are working on. “I’ll take a look at it myself, don’t worry about it.”

He’s already walking away, towards the car and leaving you a ways away from the action. You stare at his back; the overalls tied at the waist and the stained white T-shirt that clings to his form from the humidity.

Wonwoo remains a man of a few words, and you remain at wits end about it all.

A loud honk gives you something to do as you jump at the sound so up close, scrambling to move away from the smack centre as another car pulls into the garage.

“Careful, those marks on the floor aren’t just oil and paint.” Wonwoo snickers from his place hunched over the hood as he cranes his neck to look at you.

You walk over to where he is to get out of the way. “Was that meant to sound like an innuendo?”

“I was talking about the occasional running over someone’s foot,” he answers. “Not sure what you were thinking.”

Ignoring the jab, you note that it was now only you and him crowding the car, “Where’s Olivia?”

“Went to look at spare parts.” You watch him as his gloved hands reach further into the enclave and yank at something hard.

“So you can fix it?”

“The car? It’ll take a couple days but it’s not really an issue.”

Furrowing your brows, you press on, “But the dealership—”

“Dealerships are the spawn of the devil,” he grunts as he finally wrenches out a spare nut or bolt or something that’s covered in oil. “Let me guess, they wanted her to sell it back to them?”

It’s your turn to raise your brows. “Yes. They tried fixing it, but it'd just stop again.”

“Because they’ve been fixing the symptoms.” He raises his eyes to meet yours, hands occupied with rubbing the part in his hands relatively clean with a rag. “They haven’t bothered to do anything about the actual problem.”

“Because that’s gonna cost…?”

“Couple hundred, give or take,” he announces nonchalantly, turning his focus back to the engine.

“But—” That’s it?

“Fifty extra for every question I have to answer after this.” You briefly wonder if Wonwoo’s eyes were always this piercing, boring into your soul like he didn’t need words to know what was going on with you.

“Fine,” you huff, moving to drag a chair over, mostly just so you could have reason to break eye contact, and plop down as you watch him work.

The more you think about it, the more you can find yourself unbothered by his strange behaviour. He wasn’t bleak, but nowhere near one of the more interesting people you’ve met. Taking the opportunity to really scan the man head to toe, you can’t say you find anything truly concrete to be this put off by him.

Not much of a talker, but with the times you’ve prayed for a man that knew when to shut up sometimes, you wonder how much you can actually complain about this boon in particular.

Besides, he was a looker, and you were completely content shutting your trap if it meant you got to shamelessly ogle at him from this close.

“You know, this place looks bigger than it does from the outside.”

Wonwoo stares pointedly.

You raise a shoulder in nonchalance, “Wasn’t a question!”

He simply huffs as he mumbles, “More length than breadth I suppose.”

“What are those things called?” you ask as you watch a sedan get lifted into the on some platform on the other end of the row.

Glancing back, he answers, “Post lift, car lift, whatever you wanna call it.”

“What does it do?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Touché.”

Glancing back at him, you catch sight of his stained shirt once again. “Is that the same thing you wore to our date?”

Chin to chest, he registers what he’s wearing, hands still working on pulling bolts and boxes out of the hood. “Have about twenty of the same shirt, I can never be too sure.”

“You’re impossible.”

He smirks, “Touché.”

You questioned if this was a mistake.

Olivia could pick up her car herself, so why did you insist to be the one that did it? As you pay the taxi driver, you feel your ankles lock for a moment as you move to slip out of the cab. Frozen, you hear the driver ask you if everything was alright, to which your legs seem to work again, finally foot to gravel in front of the dreaded workshop.

The Jeon Motors sign blares the same as it always has in the afternoon light, glinting as it encourages you to walk in and do one of the stupider things you’ve done in life. Other than the ridiculous outfit you’ve put on, of course.

But alas, as you hand over your slip to one of the many mechanics in the workshop, you find yourself praying he wasn’t here after all, that perhaps you could miss him as you leave and never have to see him again.

Somebody yells out his name, and the dream drifts away like smoke.

Finding the courage, you look up to where the man shouted for him, and immediately wish you hadn’t.

Wonwoo remains in his overalls, the same ones that he had tied to his waist the last time you saw him. His undershirt however…

The tank top is revealing too much for you to pretend you don’t care, his hair remaining pushed back and away from his forehead as he walks over to you in what feels like slow motion. He takes the slip that he does not need, smiling at you as he says his hellos.

“Car’s all fixed up, just need some papers that need signing and you’re all set.”

“Oh, but Liv isn’t here today.”

“That’s alright, you can sign them too,” he reassures, motioning for you to walk with him towards the car. “The car was alright in the test drives, revving hasn’t caused any problems either.”

He halts in front of the now (supposedly) fixed black sedan and pats the hood lightly, “If anything happens tell her to bring it straight here, although it shouldn’t have any more problems.”

“What’s your rate of return on customers?” you ask, a slight smirk on your face.

He thinks for a moment, “Pretty crap. But I guess that means I’m doing something right.”

You consider yourself something of a helicopter parent when it comes to your own car, but perhaps you’d change that if it meant you’d get to come here a little more often.

Goodness, what’s gotten into you.

Wonwoo’s smiling too, and for a brief moment the silence is nearly awkward. A pause before he proposes leaving.

“Shall we go to the office then?”

Nodding eagerly, you trail behind him as he leads you towards the other end of the workshop, passing by even more cars in all their stripped or constructed glory. Glancing in front, you catch sight of Wonwoo’s back, ensnared for a moment before you snap your head away, reciting every curse word you know like a mantra.

“It’s less hot in here too, keep the air on all the time.” Wonwoo stands in front of the plain doors, hands on the handle to wrench it open. You recognise it as the same door you had noted a few days ago. “Would you like anything? Coffee, tea?”

“Um, just water is fine, thanks.”

It’s quite plain, beige and leather against cream walls and unfittingly white lights. There’s a desk on one corner that’s beyond cluttered with more papers than you can register, pens and other office supplies mixed into the disorganised chaos of the large tabletop.

“Sorry about the mess, I can never find time to sort through it.” To your surprise, the light tinge of his cheeks suggest he might actually feel a little embarrassed.

Cute.

There’s cabinets that line on one of the far walls, and you watch him take his gloves off to open it and reach for a cup. The white porcelain emerges stained with an ashy grey as his fingers betray him. He looks flustered, glancing at his hands and back up to the cabinet.

You can’t help but laugh a little, moving forward to help. “It’s alright, let me.”

“Sorry,” he apologised again, with a sheepish look on his face. “I’ll, um, wash this off.”

“Go on, I’m here,” you reassure as you move towards the water dispenser in the corner to fill your clean cup.

He returns with significantly cleaner hands and apologises one last time. “Seems all I do around you is apologise.”

You have the good humour to chuckle, “So I’ve noticed.”

He does well to clear out most of the clutter that’s on his desk, leaving enough room to set down a few pieces of paper as you take a seat on the opposite side.

As you scan through the papers, he attempts to make sober conversation. “You should…bring your car around for inspections if you want.”

“Oh? Even if I ask a million questions?”

“I can make an exception or two,” he grins.

“And if you charge me double?”

“Might not charge you at all.”

“Might?” you question as you lift the pen he’d given you to sign the first space.

“Might.”

“And what’re the conditions for that?”

He doesn’t answer as he ponders and you fill in the second blank. “I’ll have to think about that.”

You snort before you can help it, your last signature coming out a little wonky as your hands shake. Turning the papers over to him, you continue, “Well then, let me know when you figure it out.”

He stares pointedly as he accepts the papers before dropping his eyes again, “Can I?”

“Hm?”

“Can I? Let you know?”

It’s like you’ve been frozen over, the typewriter in your mind jamming as it punches out the implications of what he’s saying.

“It seems, at least to me, that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” he continues.

You hesitate. “I think so too.”

“I…I don’t want to put anything like pressure on you but–”

“Would you like to try the new gelato place downtown this week?” you ask finally as you save him from his misery. “If…you’d like.”

He looks stunned for a moment before he’s scrambling, “Oh–of course! Yes, anytime is fine with me.”

“Great,” you smile, lifting from your seat. “It’s a date.”

“I’ll promise to wash my hands this time…and my shirt. And I won’t be late.”

“Let’s not make promises we can’t keep,” you tease.

You’re nearing the door as he follows behind, and just as you’re about to pull down on the handle, you hear him say your name.

Turning around, almost too eagerly, you look up at him in expectation. He’s close, almost right behind you as he looks like he’s debating whether opening his mouth is a good idea.

“Are you doing anything else today?”

“Um,” you stutter for a moment. “I don’t have to drop off the car till later tonight, that’s all really.”

He swallows. “Do you wanna stay? Just a little while. We can stay in here, nobody comes in anyway.”

You aren’t entirely sure why you said yes, because you did actually have dinner plans with Liv later tonight, but the teeny tiny voice in your mind egged you on anyway. Besides, Liv wouldn’t mind, not if you were cancelling for this.

This entailed the very friendly contact of Wonwoo’s tongue in your mouth, and the extremely cordial way it seemed to caress your insides. If somebody asked you how it led to this, you don’t think you’d have an answer. Not that you care, especially when his hands are grabbing your waist and hips like that.

He’s already locked the door, reassuring you that nobody would find their boss and client in the smack dab middle of the devil’s tango. You take his word for it, relishing in the way his hot breath hits your skin below your ears, his mouth sucking under your earlobes as you whimper ever so quietly.

Your hands are on his exposed biceps, feeling him up all to your heart's content. “Do you–Do you always wear stuff like this?”

He emerges, wet lipped and eyes trained. “So I wasn’t imagining it.”

“Imagining what?” you ask as you let him unbuckle your trousers.

“Please. Like you weren’t stripping me with your eyes.”

If you were warm before you, you're boiling up now. Were you being so obvious?

“It’s alright,” he reassures as you feel his fingers make contact with the crotch of your panties, pushing in to put pressure on your clit. “Wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t picked up on it.”

You feel his fingers push the dampening fabric away as his fingers make contact with your hole, coating his fingers in the arousal that’s made itself known. It’s hard to not hiss at the way he begins to circle it, thanking the universe that the loud noises of the workshop outside were masking whatever evidence of the heinous crime you were committing inside.

Back against the couch in his office, you settle into the cushions once you feel him rub at your clit, one hand spreading your lips apart as he continues to massage your own wetness onto your throbbing cunt.

When he retreats you almost cry out, but are smothered when he plunges two fingers into your hole instead, curling them almost immediately inside you. The consistent brush of the tips of his fingers on your walls are making it difficult to keep your eyes open, and absolutely impossible to keep your moans at bay.

“Wonwoo, that’s so good, fuck.”

Through your closed eyes, you don’t note when Wonwoo gets on his knees. But you do feel him yank your trousers off entirely, and you definitely feel him place his wet mouth flush on your lower lips, sucking at your clit as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you mercilessly.

That’s all it takes for your noises to become increasingly high pitched, hands buried in his beautiful hair as he continues to pleasure you beyond imagination.

“I’m so close, keep going, please, it feels so–”

He somehow buries his face in deeper, sucking harder, licking faster, and it’s enough for you to finally feel yourself collapsing on the inside, your composure dissolving as you moan so loud you’re sure they can hear it outside, even through all the clanging and revs of cars.

There’s no way for you to know how long you lay there slumped against the couch cushions, but when you hear Wonwoo speak to you in your ear, you answer.

“Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” you say as you grab his face and pull his lips to yours, tasting the tang in his mouth from your arousal. “Do you have a condom?”

“I–fuck,” he thinks for a moment. “I don’t think I do.”

You try not to feel too disappointed, but you sigh into his mouth anyway.

“Can I fuck your thighs?” you hear him ask, and you might have just orgasmed again, untouched.

“Fuck, yes you can.”

With a yelp, you feel yourself lifted off the couch as you wrap your arms around Wonwoo’s neck, letting him guide you to his desk. “Wonwoo!”

You hear a loud crash of the desk being stripped of all its inhabitants, and your back hitting the cool of the table top.

Wonwoo unties the arms of his overalls around his waist, letting the legs pool to the floor before slipping his hard cock out of his boxers.

You don’t see it as you feel him lock your knees together and lift both your calves to rest on one of his shoulders. But you do feel it as he pushes the head into the seam of your thighs, watching the indent as the pink of his dick appears before you through the skin of your thighs.

Wonwoo’s face is contorted as he pulls back and pushes back through again, this time brushing against your still sensitive clit. You gasp at contact, and immediately feel him thrusting faster.

“Wonwoo,” you grunt. “Lower.”

He obliges, pushing his dick lower so it can rub flush against your clit as he begins to roughen up his pace.

You moan as you feel his free hand that isn’t holding your legs trail to the ends of your shirt, caressing over your stomach to pull it up and reveal your bra clad tits. He pushes his hands under the nearest cup and begins to grope you so wonderfully with his big, warm hands. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you can only grasp onto his wrists as a handheld to keep you down on earth.

The desk beneath you is rattling with noise, the full drawers making themselves known as Wonwoo pounds into your thighs like he would die if he stopped, mouth coming in contact with whatever skin of your legs he could reach, his breath fanning the side of your knees.

You’re close again, and you know he is too with the way his thrusts are beginning to grow sloppy.

“There,” he pants. “Almost.”

You orgasm for the second time, the throb your clit beyond comprehension as the rough of his dick slides across your clit mercilessly.

“Cum like this, Wonwoo please I need to see you cum.”

And he does, shooting the heft of his load to cover your already wet cunt and thighs, landing on your stomach as he continues to ride out his high between your legs.

The back of your head hits the table as you take in gulps of air through the aftermath of it all. Wonwoo is putting his weight on the back of your thighs, holding onto the table for support.

“Oh, Liv is never gonna let me live this down,” you pant, lolling your head to one side as you register him.

He peers up at you through his hair, the stupid smirk on his face, “Do you care?”

You’re smiling a little too when you answer, “Not really.”

And then your legs are off his shoulders as he nestles between them instead, diving in to lift your head and kiss you.

And you let him, although you wouldn’t really call it too much of a kiss—not when the both of you were smiling like idiots through the clash.

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Description: of course you’d come to them if your boyfriend wasn’t treating you right. They were your best friends after all. You weren’t expecting them to take advantage of the situation though.

Tags: minors dni, smut, oral (female receiving), edging, dubcon (better safe than sorry), if I missed any please let me know 😭

(A/N: Omg I’m finally just gonna put it out I’ve been writing this on and off for so long lmao still not edited though cuz fuck the grammar police hahaha I hope you all like it. Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)

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“He wouldn’t what?” Bucky asked with a look of bewilderment on his face about what you had just told him.

Maybe you were doing the most by spilling things, but what can you say, you were upset. Had just walked in on your boyfriend with someone else after he’d told you over and over again that nothing had been going on. To say you were in your feelings was an understatement.

It wasn’t like things hadn’t been on and off for a long time anyway but this was the final straw. You were so sick of him doing this to you. Of him lying to your face.

Telling you that you’re the only one and that he was serious about you. Honestly you really should have known be would have turned out to be a player. The worst part was that it seemed like you were never the one to get off. Felt like you’d wasted your time. Probably why you were spilling everything to The Winter Solider.

It was almost like things were coming out as word vomit. Secrets spilling from your mouth that you hadn’t even told Natasha as they were too embarrassing.

Except he was sitting there acting like he really cared and clearly you needed that. Even more so when you started to say way too much.

“I know, right!” You scoffed. Thinking about the way he’d treated getting you off like some kind of chore.

Honestly you should have dumped him after the first time he said to you, ‘I don’t eat pussy.’

“So he never?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.

You shook your head, sniffling. He looked so taken aback.

“That’s bullshit,” Bucky said once again with a scoff. Eyes trailing all over your body. Thinking to himself what an idiot your ex was for not appreciating what he had. “Aw, Honey,” he cooed, grabbing your hand when he noticed you tearing up.

As if you should be wasting tears on that asshole.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled some more. “I don’t even know why I’m upset right now. He’s not even worth it.”

Well, he was happy that you knew that.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “You know I’m right here.”

You nodded as he leaned forward to pull you into a hug. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Needing to melt into him as the vulnerability hit you like a freight train.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you managed to say, pulling away so you could look at him. “Steve’s so lucky to have someone like you.”

Bucky glanced down at your lips. Wondering what Steve would say if he even saw the two of you in this position. You needing a shoulder to cry on as he wished he could comfort you in the way he wanted to.

Not like Steve wouldn’t understand. He saw the way his boyfriend looked at you.

“Yeah well, Steve’s stuck with me so…”

You chuckled stopping to wipe your eyes. Bucky gently placed a hand on your cheek so he could do the same. Thumbing away the droplets.

“Wish I could find a great guy like you. Hell like either of you. Seems like I’m only ever getting into relationships with assholes.”

That kind of sparked something in his chest. Hearing you say that. Sitting here spilling his heart out to him.

“Oh yeah?” He asked. “Well you know I think you deserve better.”

You smiled and wiped your eye. “Thanks, James.”

“It’s okay,” he said, finally reaching out to give you a hug. Seeing that you clearly needed it. “You know I’m always here for you.”

“I know,” you whimpered. Honestly you didn’t even know who else to come to besides him and Steve. They’d really done so much for you after they’d moved in. Sure you kind of had to get used to living next door to the superhero couple, but so far they’d kept you pretty safe.

It was super convent. Hadn’t had to walk any groceries up to your place in months either. Seemed like the two of them were always there to take care of whatever you needed. Took such good care of you. Always.

So how did you think Bucky was going to feel when he heard that your ex hadn’t been. As if any man wouldn’t be happy to have a face full of pussy. Especially yours. Honestly what a fucking idiot. Even the idea of getting a taste was making him feel things he normally didn’t.

“I can’t believe he wouldn’t eat you out, though,” he laughed. “What a- why didn’t you say anything.”

“I don’t know!” You laughed too, pulling away. “I just… I don’t know…”

“It’s okay. We’ll just find you someone that’s going to take care of you right.”

Once again you laughed and honestly he was just happy to see it. Hated having to see you cry. Especially over some bullshit like a man that couldn’t even pleasure you properly. Why cry over him when Bucky could be making you smile.

“You’ve got such a cute little laugh,” he complimented. Not like it wasn’t something he did a lot.

Him and Steve both did. Always wanting to let you know how beautiful they thought you were. Thought they’d just been doing it as your friends, but Bucky just couldn’t deny his attraction forever. Look at you.

Even crying you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. Had gotten all dolled up for an asshole that didn’t deserve it. Makeup creeping down your face. Fuck. You shouldn’t have to waste such a look.

You let another one of those giggles, looking down and using your shoulder to rub away a tear. Bucky leaned forward so he could place his hand underneath your chin. Lifting your head up. “Honestly, Doll,” he started, “you might be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“You’re just saying that,” you sniffled.

“No, I mean it. You know I do.“

“Bullshit,” you replied.

“I really do,” he said. “Why do you think Steve and I have to take care of you so much. Pretty thing like you shouldn’t have shit to worry about.”

Inside your heart felt like it could stop. He just looked so handsome as he spoke. Had recently gotten a haircut so he looked even better. Fresh faced. Even in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt he looked hot.

Not like you hadn’t thought about him or Steve before. Knew they were both bisexual so it wasn’t like they wouldn’t ever be interested in you but still it always felt like such a long shot. They were your best friends. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about them at night when you touched yourself. Especially when you had a boyfriend.

And they were from a different time. Actual gentleman back in the day from what you gathered. Wanted their women in the home and spoiled.

Sometimes the idea of it sounded kind of nice. Having a man dote on you. Then you had two of them really, really interested in your well being. Of course you were going to crush a little but you didn’t want to cross any lines.

“I don’t even know what I’d do without you both,” you said.

“Hey, that’s how we feel about you. Who else is going to cook for us and make sure our place is tidy when we’re gone.”

You chuckled. “You make me sound like a housewife.”

Bucky shrugged. “I mean… it’s a good look on you. Could see that.”

“Well, I mean, I’d have to find a guy first.”

“I mean… maybe you already have,” he said.

“What?” You asked with a chuckle. “Bucky, I-,”

“I know,” he cut you off. “But, can I be honest?”

“Okay…”

“You know how much I love having you around and I-,”

“What about Steve?” You asked him. “I can’t just… I can’t just do that to him.”

“We’ll worry about him later,” he replied, stroking your cheek, making you look at him. Finally placing a kiss on your lips.

You quickly pulled away with a gasp. “Bucky, we can’t… he’s my…”

“Shhh, don’t worry about, Steve, Baby,” he tried to assure you, your eyes hitting his. Something about his gaze making you feel warm on the inside.

“I- no we can’t just…”

“Yes we can,” Bucky said. “It’s okay.”

And as bad as you wanted to keep fighting him. For some reason you just couldn’t. As Bucky pulled you close so that he could go back to kissing you.

Fuck his lips did feel good. And everything with your now ex. You were vulnerable. You wanted to feel wanted.

But, Steve…

“Don’t worry about Steve, Baby,” Bucky whispered in your ear again. “Focus on me.”

Bucky’s fingers went under your dress. Gripping your thighs. A curl in his lip. Fuck he was so pretty.

He slowly pushed you down. Climbing on top of you so he could really take control. Pushing your legs up so that he could get in between them. Kissing you more before you could protest.

Bucky was getting his fucking taste. Just because your stupid little boyfriend didn’t want to taste it, didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He was getting it.

“Fuck!” You gasped as he started kissing your collarbone. No longer thinking about your ex or his boyfriend.

Felt good to have you right where he wanted you. Finally. It had taken him this goddamn long.

You laid back as Bucky got on his knees. Placing a kiss on one of your knees first before going up towards your thigh. A breath hitched in your throat. If you were feeling hesitant, he could change your mind.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he spread your legs, to get a good look at your panty covered pussy.

“So fucking pretty,” he groaned as he looked up at you. His poor girl still obviously shy. That’s okay he’d take care of you. Just needed to-

“Fuck!” You cried as he kissed you through your panties. “We shouldn’t-,” you tried to keep it going.

Not like he cared as he pushed your underwear to the side so he could lick a strip from the bottom up to your clit. Making your words get caught in your throat as you laid back with a moan. Yeah that’s what he fucking thought. He knew you wanted this shit.

You trembled as he feasted on your clitoris. Sinking into the cushions as your hips stuttered. See he knew you liked it. It was so much better when you didn’t fight him. Now he could really give it to you.

He didn’t waste anymore time as he pulled the fabric from your body. Not giving a single fuck as to where it could have possibly been discarded before diving back in. It had been a long time since he’d done this, but it’s not like Steve wasn’t aware that he’d missed a woman’s touch. Maybe more than he realized.

“Fuck me, Bucky,” you sobbed as he got you closer. It had been so long since sex had just been about you that maybe you should take advantage of being a pillow princess. What girl wouldn’t want her hot metal armed best friend to eat her pussy. Can’t believe you tried to turn this down. “Don’t stop!”

Not like he planned too. Especially as he dipped his fingers into your cunt. Twisting them around so he could find your spot.

“Ah!” You cried, as soon as he hit it. That’s his fucking girl. He watched as your face twisted up in pleasure. Could taste how close you were. How yummy you were.

“Buck!” Steve’s voice could be heard from the hallway as the door slammed closed.

You sat up, quickly. Pushing his head away and scooting away from him to smooth out your dress. Shit. Fuck. “Babe, it��s okay,” Bucky whispered.

What the hell does he mean it’s okay. His boyfriend was about to walk in on-

“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were here,” Steve said as he came into the room. Placing a quick peck on Bucky’s lips making your mouth drop. He had to have tasted you on his lips. You found yourself feeling stuck as you sat up, making sure you were covered. “Is everything okay?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

Except it was like you couldn’t speak. What the hell were you supposed to even say as if his boyfriends face hadn’t just been close to making you squirt all over it.

“She caught Bryce cheating,” Bucky explained. Funny how that literally had not been on your mind this entire time.

Steve looked taken aback and scoffed. “What? No? Seriously?”

“Y-yeah… with… some girl,” you replied, not wanting to meet his eyes.

The super solider frowned as he grabbed your hand to pull you into a hug. Wrapping his arms around you. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry. He’s a fucking idiot,” he said, much like his boyfriend when you’d first told him.

Only making you feel more horrible inside. How the hell could you do this to him. Especially after what Bryce had just done to you.

“It’s okay,” you said. “Maybe I should go.”

“And go where?” Bucky asked. “Not back to that apartment I can tell you that. Just stay here.”

The pair of panties Bucky had taken off of you were practically staring at you from the other side of the room. Steve’s back turned to it. “At least stay for dinner,” he said. “We can get whatever you want.”

Except even the suggestion made you feel more awful. Steve did not deserve this. If anything you should just say it. Not that the words would actually leave your lips. Tongue tied and all you could do was nod.

It was insane how quickly Bucky was able to act totally normal. Or that you were more frustrated that you never actually got the chance to finish. They were right though, you really didn’t have anywhere else to go, but here.

So there you sat right next to Bucky as the three of you ate the dinner Steve had ordered you. Trying to keep your cool as you didn’t want to bring too much attention to yourself. Even as you squirmed in your seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Bucky had really done a number on you. Could still feel his mouth on your lapping at your clit.

“So what happened?” Steve had finally asked from his spot across from the two of you. Obviously wanting to know everything. Not like you two weren’t normally close.

Your jaw dropped as you immediately tried to think of a lie. “Um, nothing,” you blurted out.

Bucky put his hand on your thigh, attempting to relax you except you were way too on edge. How could he just be touching you like this.

His boyfriend on the other hand raised an eyebrow at your outburst. “I thought you caught Bryce cheating?” He asked.

You closed your eyes. Duh he was talking about that. “I mean, I did,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “Yeah, he was with some girl.” You sighed.

“Well, what are you going to do now? You know we’re not going to let you go back. We have a perfectly fine guest room,” he said a smile on his face. Looking every bit of nice and sweet as he always did. The guilt already feeling like it was going to eat you up.

Didn’t even pay attention as you felt Bucky’s metal hands going up your thigh more. Getting dangerously close to the intimate place his face had just been buried inside of. You put your hand over it to move him, but he didn’t budge. Not giving a single shit.

You gulped at his fingers found their way up your dress again. Biting your lip as he chuckled. Not taking his eyes off of you as you struggled to answer. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Bullshit.” Bucky laughed. “You’re staying with us, Doll.”

You crinkled your nose which turned into biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold in a moan. “We won’t take no for an answer.”

Well, that much was obvious.

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The two of them helped you get settled in. You wore one of Bucky’s t-shirts since you literally didn’t have anything else. Had finally managed to grab your panties before you hoped Steve had seen them.

Your body still screaming out for release. Before giving you his shirt he’d whispered in your ear. “And you better not make yourself cum when you’re in the shower. Only I’m allowed to do that.” Wanting to prolong your torture.

What kind of shit was that. How did he get you so worked up like this. So easily. Hell that whole time you were with Bryce you can’t remember that happening. Not like you wanted to think about him.

The distraction was pretty nice, you had to admit. Who had time to think about being cheated on when your hot best friend was trying to eat your pussy.

As you opened the door you poked your head out, hesitating to call out to them. Hey, guys?” You called. Poking your head out from the restroom.

“Yeah?” Both of them were quick to chime in.

“Can you bring me some shirts!?” You asked. “I’m a little… exposed.”

You couldn’t see him, but Bucky snickered as Steve tilted his head at him. Both of them standing on either side of their king sized bed. “What?” Bucky said. “Oh come on I’m sure it’s fine,” Bucky tried to say with a straight face, but as soon as he was done he chuckled.

Steve shook his head, but couldn’t help the smirk that came on his face. “It’s really short,” you complained. “And I don’t have clean underwear.”

With that Bucky winked in his boyfriend’s direction. “Be right back.”

The smirk didn’t drop from the super soliders face as his boyfriend left the room. Only to go back to making up the third spot on the bed between them.

“What’s up, Doll?” Bucky asked seeing your head still sticking out.

“It’s too short,” you said, biting your lip.

He raised an eyebrow. Going to push the door open, not caring that you’d been blocking it. “Lemme see.”

“No!” You protested.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh come. You’re acting like I didn’t just eat you out,” he said.

“Steve is right outside,” you whispered harshly.

He rolled his eyes. “Steve’s in the room.”

“Yeah and he has super soldier hearing,” you pressed.

“It’s not all he has,” Bucky said under his breath. “Doll, you’re fine. I can’t even see anything.”

“My ass is out!” You gasped.

The man smirked at that, getting behind you to press your ass into his crotch. “And what a nice ass it is,” he whispered in your ear. Flesh hand landing on your breast to squeeze it and not giving a shit as you tried to swat him away. Going down your body until he was pushing up the shirt.

“We can’t!” You protested as his hand slipped down to your pussy. As bad as you wanted him to touch you, it didn’t seem wise. Fuck your body was practically crying for the release he couldn’t give you earlier.

“Everything okay?” Came the other man’s voice from outside the door.

Bucky scrunched his nose. “Yeah,” he called. Going to open up the door. “Tell her it’s not that bad,” he pressed.

You tried to tug it down so it was a little bit more past your thighs. Face heating up as Steve scanned up and down your body. “You look fine, Doll.”

Ugh. There the both of them go. The two of them were way too handsome to be having you stand here exposed with a dripping wet pussy. You bit your lip. Not like anyone else would see you. Just them. “Well… ok…” you sighed.

“Wanna watch a movie before bed?” Steve asked.

You nodded. Bucky put his hand on your lower back. Going down dangerously close to your ass. Only to finally come down to squeeze it tightly. Making you yelp. “Ah!”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows but laughed. “You ok?”

“I’m fine,” you squeaked, putting your hand over your mouth. Before making a pointed look at his boyfriend.

“Anyway, I was thinking we could watch a movie before bed,” Steve suggested.

“Actually, I’m kinda tired,” you immediately replied. Going to stretch your arms up and yawn until you remember how exposed you were.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fine,” Bucky said, nudging you.

“No. I have to be at work so early,” you replied. “It’s already way too late.”

“Hell no. You’re taking a sick day.” He looked appalled at the notion.

“I can’t.” You sniffled. “Besides, I’m off the next day. I’ll be fine.”

Bucky huffed. “Alright, fine, but what are you going to wear to work then?”

“I’ll just wash my clothes before we go to sleep,” you replied with a sigh. Haven’t exactly thought all of that through.

“So, movie it is?” Steve said.

Of course they’d get their way. Trying to keep your shirt from riding up too much as you went on your tippy toes to put your stuff in the wash. Closing your eyes when you realized your panties were still missing.

You peeked over to where they would have been. Except Steve would have definitely noticed them by now. “Looking for these?” Bucky asked. Holding up the pair. You immediately glanced over at where Steve was in the kitchen before reaching out to snatch them. “Ah, ah, ah,” he held them above his head. “Finders keepers, Doll,” he teased.

You let out a huff, crossing your arms. “Why are you being like this?” You asked. Honestly it was all so shocking. Normally he was such a sweetheart. He eats you out once and this is what he turns into?

Bucky shrugged. “Because I can,” he replied with a wink before leaning into kiss your cheek. “Now wipe that look off your face before I do it for you. You hear me?”

You nodded and sniffled. Wishing you’d gone anywhere else. Natasha’s maybe. Or hell even Sam’s place would have been fine. Not like you didn’t like how Bucky’s mouth had felt on you. It’s just now you were feeling terrible for doing all of this under Steve’s nose.

“Good girl,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

You sighed as he went back to the bedroom. Making you raise an eyebrow. Weren’t the three of you supposed to be watching a movie?

“Hey, Doll,” Steve said from his spot on the bed. Going through Netflix. “What movie did you wanna watch?”

“Oh? We’re watching in here?”

“Yeah?” He replied. “That a problem?”

You looked over at Bucky who despite not responding, had a smirk on his face that you wish you could wipe off of him. Sitting there smug with his hand in his pocket. No doubt toying with the pair of panties he’d stolen.

“Actually I think I’m just gonna go to bed after all,” you said. “I’m really tired.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Well, I forgot to set up the guest room.”

You crinkled your nose. Of course he did. “That’s ok. I can just sleep on the couch.”

“What?” Steve chimed in. “We have more than enough room for you, Doll. Come on.”

They had to be fucking with you. No way was Bucky getting what he wanted just like that. “No it’s fine. I’ll just get blankets from the linen closet.”

“Doll,” Bucky’s voice was stern. Commanding even. “Come. Here.”

You hated it when your feet started moving. Whether you wanted them to or not. “What?” You asked, not meeting his eyes as you stood in front of him.

“First of all, drop the attitude. Second, we told you, you’re sleeping in here so get over it.”

Steve watched the two of you, not saying a word. Didn’t he care that his boyfriend was trying to manipulate you? Right in front of him. Your bottom lip quivered, tears prickling at your eyes.

“I just wanna go to bed,” you whispered.

“Fine. There’s a perfectly good spot right between us. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head. Not wanting to even argue anymore. Didn’t even feel worth it.

It was just too much for one night. All of it was. Can’t believe you hadn’t just started bursting out crying right between them.

Instead you tried to get some sleep. As restless as you were. Trying to keep yourself from tossing and turning since you didn’t want to bother them. Not like you had much room considering you were squeezed between two giant super soliders. “You ok?” Steve asked in a tired voice.

“Hm?” You hummed, not taking your eyes off the ceiling. “Can’t sleep.”

He yawned. “Hey, I know your ex was an ass, but you know Buck and I are going to be with you through this whole thing, right?”

You nodded, not saying out loud what was really on your mind. Fuck this was so wrong. Screwed up on so many levels. Too bad you didn’t kick Bryce out instead of coming over here, but at the time it was the natural thing to do.

Hell there was barely even any room between their giant bodies. Even in this large bed. Felt like if Bucky rolled over he’d end up squishing you. He’d gotten so damn close. Bad enough that the t-shirt they’d given you was sitting above your ass now.

“It’s ok I’ll be out before you guys even know it,” you said.

Steve scoffed. “Don’t be silly. You know you can stay here as long as you want. A city like this is no place for a little girl like you all alone.”

You scrunched up your nose at that. “I’m not a kid, Steve. I can take care of myself,” you assured.

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to. Not as long as Bucky and I are around to do it.”

Speak of the devil, that was when he wrapped his arms around your waist. Pulling you against him. Ass going to his crotch. You let out a gasp and tried to wiggle away, but with Steve so close you were stuck. Not like you could get away from him anyway with the hold he had on you.

Not like you didn’t know that he was a cuddler. Not the first time the two of you had fallen asleep together. Never with your naked ass out though.

“It’s ok, Steve. Really,” you tried to assure him. As you were doing that, Bucky decided it would be a good time to sneak his hand between your legs. Taking advantage of you being bare. You let out a gasp, jumping as soon as his hand made contact.

“You ok?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh huh,” you squeaked out, trying to grab at his hands, but all he did was use one of his to hold yours down as he continued touching you.

“Hold still, little girl,” Bucky whispered in your ear, saying the last words in a mocking tone.

Your face felt hot as you looked forward at the blond. He had to know right. There was no way Bucky was just doing this right in front of him and he had no idea.

He pawed your thighs. Making sure they were nice and spread as his hand hands continued their torture. One going underneath the shirt to cup your breasts. Tweaking your nipples. He was groping you like he didn’t give a fuck about getting caught. Only made worse when his fingers finally touched your clit.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. Especially as he pushed you back so you were really pressed against him. Hard dick to your ass.

“I’m ok,” you tried to assure Steve. The words on the tip of your tongue. Pressure building in your stomach already as you’d never had the chance to finish earlier.

“When are you going to get your stuff?” Steve asked. “You know we’re going to come with you, right.”

Instead of fighting him you just replied, “T-thanks, Steve.”

“Always,” he said. “You know Bucky and I are always here for you.”

Well, obviously.

“I know we don’t say it a lot, but you mean a lot to us,” he said and all you could do was swallow as you felt his boyfriend’s fingers bringing you closer and closer to what you never got to have earlier. “And Bryce was such an asshole. He never deserved you.”

You swallowed down the moan that was threatening to bubble out of your mouth. Only made worse as you looked into Steve’s bright blue eyes as he sleepily looked over at you. Not like you hadn’t heard that a million times from both of them, but right now he just looked so freaky and-

“Ugh,” came out of your mouth which you quickly covered up with a cough.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Steve asked once again.

“Never better,” you lied through your teeth.

Steve yawned. “We should get some sleep. Goodnight, Doll.”With that he leaned forward pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. Catching you all the way off guard.

“Steve-,” you gasped, putting your hand up to your lips.

“What?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You can’t just-,”

“It’s not big deal,” he assured. “Bucky won’t care. It was just a little goodnight kiss.”

“Yeah, but-,”

He cut you off once more. “Unless you want it be to more,” he said with a wink.

What. The. Fuck.

“Goodnight, Doll,” he said not giving you a chance to say more as he closed his eyes. Smile on his face.

Bucky stopped what he was doing to put his face into your shoulder. Light snores coming from him. Hell his hand was still in your panties. Almost like he was making sure you couldn’t get away from him. The worst part about it was that not once did he let you fall off the edge.

You’d definitely need to start looking for places tomorrow.

#fics by AFBH #Bucky Barnes smut #Steve Rogers smut #bucky barnes x steve rogers #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x black!reader #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x black!reader

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shuuen-no-cimory · 5 months ago

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Also of course, it ain't me if I don't crossover my current hyperfixation with my ultimate current hyperfixation. So... Degrees of Lewdity x ProjectMoon! (This post is full of me yapping as I explain each drawing, so I guess, be ready?)

First, I'll go hard with Whitney as R Corp. 4th Rabbit Team. The initial idea was that he reminds me so much of RHeath LMAO But eventually I love the idea because I think he'd go along with Myo well. Plus... Somehow imagining Whitney in Rabbit Team Hatchery shenanigans seems... Interesting.

Next is Eden. If anyone notice, I originally designed him based of 2 Abnos: Der Freischutz and Big Bird. Der Frei was, of course, a nod to his title as a Hunter, and a marksman as well. For Big Bird... Yeah definitely there's the Big Bird in DoL, yet I think temperance-wise, Eden does felt similar to Big Bird. A creature living in a forest, thinking they protect others by doing the action that definitely doesn't seems to be out of protection. As for RRH, oh think about this: Being hunted down while getting marked. One by a hunter, and another by a wolf. Oh isn't it just reminds me of something...? Right

Funny enough, before I designed the school LIs properly, I reimagined them as The City's feathers. "If they're living in the City and has to work with one Wing, which one they'll work on?" I've talked about R. Corp Whitney earlier so I'll talk about the others! Robin, L Corp. - I can imagine him with the pressing needs to survive under the weight of Bailey's rent ends up either being sent or signed himself up as an agent for L Corp. The Wing doesn't ask that much requirement as per Hokmah's story while the agent supposed to have a great pay (being a wing and all). Hence, I think he might work for L Corp. Sydney, K Corp. - The idea was that after graduating, Sydney might follow Sirris path in science. Being the obedient child she is (as we sees on the game before they get corrupted), she probably choose to do what Sirris might do hence her as K Corp. researcher. Oh anyway, truly this is just a fyi that doesn't seems to be related to anything, I reimagined Harper as Dongrang in this scenario, with the whole Teary-Thing problem exist. Oh, lucky enough for Sydney to help producing K Ampule that definitely just as seen in the canon Limbus story. Just saying. Kylar, W Corp. - This one actually a rather fun idea. This is set with the idea that Kylar work as the Clean Up Member, with parents that's definitely unaware with how their child work but nevertheless proud with him. They'd even use WARP Train solely to be sent off by Kylar each time, much to Kylar silent dismay. If only they know what Kylar has to clean up among the 6 seconds they went into the train... Read one of the reblog tag and yeah. It has to do with Love Town. And pretty much how Kylar had to regularly assemble his parents again and again each trip they made.

LCB! SYDNEY LET'S GOOOO!!!! This idea came as I made my LCB-esque ID Card for Sydney. The idea of LCB Sydney's background was that it's pretty much what happened in the game, but make it The City-esque and seen from Sydney's eyes. It's fun imagining her as a Dieci Fixer who was caught in a complicated issue which she rather dip out from as she hasn't fully grow the backbone to face it yet. Oh right, in this AU I reimagined Ivory as Abnormality and both Sydney and Kylar got their EGO. Sydney got their Longing Phase EGO (HE, Gloom) while Kylar got the Haunting Phase EGO (WAW, Wrath). I actually had a draft of how the EGO works and its gimmick but let's talk it later on lol

When Yield My Flesh event is up on Limbus, my head doing the funny by thinking, "Damn... Jun Wren sounds cool..." then I remember Tingtang exist like jfgdjfgbjd HE FITS BETTER AS TINGTANG WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT IT ON A SIDE NOTE, I also had the thought on how Bailey MIGHT kills it as either a Kurokumo or a Middle. After all, Middle never forget... Just like how Bailey never forget your rent LOL

And last but not least: Sydney and Robin as L Corp. Agent! Robin will be a high Temperance agent which work for Safety Team, while Sydney is the high Fortitude, high Prudence Disciplinary Team Captain. Oh, if you do notice: I made Sydney's cross looks like Penitence EGO Weapon. It's actually based of this idea of how One Sin and WhiteNight's dynamic thematically fits Sydney the Faithful and Sydney the Fallen. The name of both Abnos' EGO Set-- "Penitence" and "Paradise Lost" respectively, both fits the image of each Sydneys. Hence, I draw them in both EGO Sets!

#Degrees of Lewdity #DoL #DoL Fanart #Whitney the Bully #Robin the Orphan #Sydney the Faithful #Sydney the Fallen #Eden the Hunter #Kylar the Loner #Should I also tags PJM related stuff here??? I unno honestly #But yea the easiest way to make me yap is by THINKING about anything PJM #SDBHJDFBJDHFJDFG I JUST LOVE CONCEPT OF THE CITY SO MUCH OKAY #IT'S LIKE... You can make anything inside it YET it also has its own whole sets of worldbuilding that makes you just think #'damn think about all the possibility can happen if these people became part of the City. Like just think!!!!'#This has become a chronic illness fr fr fr #Wren the Smuggler #I FORGET TO TAG WREN IM SORRYYYYY

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sugarcoated-lame · 8 months ago

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*no sounds just silent screams*

i like to think you tag these things then giggle knowing i’m gonna see them 🤭💗

*this contains smut, 18+ minors dni 🧡

@sebsxphia seb 💗💗💗 hello, my love! this has been sitting in my inbox for way too long, i am the worst i’m sorry for answering it so late 😭😭

but ok i’m not gonna lie… you’re so right, i literally do giggle sometimes when i reblog these things from you knowing that you’re gonna see my tags LMAO 😂🤭❤️

so that being said haha, forced eye contact with Joel…. yeah 🫠

I definitely think that soft dom Joel looooves gentle forced eye contact. Loves when you go all shy on him, your head tilting back, eyes drifting up toward the ceiling as he kneels at the edge of the bed between your parted thighs.

Strong, rough hands caressing your outer thighs as his plush lips trail sweet kisses and little love bites all along your soft skin, inching closer and closer to your core.

He soothes one of the bites with his tongue before murmuring into your skin, “What do you want, baby?”

“You-your tongue. And your fingers... please.” You just manage to squeak out between shallow, shaky breaths, already losing yourself in the feeling of his gentle touch so close to where you need him most.

Joel plants a kiss on your mound through the thin, lacy fabric of your underwear, his dark chocolatey gaze lifting to watch your expression as you shudder under his touch.

Only, he doesn’t catch your gaze when when he looks up from between your legs, finding your eyes closed and chin pointed slightly towards the ceiling — and Joel won’t have that.

Leaving its perch on your thigh, one of Joel’s big hands lifts to grab your chin. Making no attempt to move your head, but just cupping your face lightly, rough fingers lightly pressing into your skin.

"I won't do anything until you look at me, darlin’. Wanna see your pretty eyes when you tell me what you want."

The stern tone of his raspy voice has your eyes shooting open immediately, thighs clenching around his broad shoulders where he sits between them, a whimper leaving you at his commanding tone.

lashes fluttering as you tilt your head to look down to where Joel rests his head on your thigh, a bashful smile curves up on your lips when you find his steely gaze boring into you expectantly.

Leaning your head down just a bit further to drop a sweet kiss to the hand that still gently grips your chin.

“Sorry, daddy.”

And only once he knows your eyes are on him does Joel ravish you. Long, thick fingers of one hand pushing your pretty little panties to the side and pushing knuckle deep into you cunt, the other hand still gripping your chin as you moan out above him.

“Good girl. Just keep your eyes on me.” Joel commands from those pretty lips of his just before they wrap around your clit.

anyway, I need to go lie down for like 3-5 business days bc my brain is going brrrrr 😵‍💫🫠 thank you so much for sending this my dear, so sorry again for letting this sit in my inbox forever haha 😭 I hope you enjoy and ilysm!! 🥰🧡💗🧡💗

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller blurb #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #pedro pascal characters #soft dom joel #my writing #joel thots #asks <3 #kricket answers #seb <3

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numba1ma · 3 months ago

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Hey, dolls!! It’s mama Janie! My boys told me to get online for some reason. Apparently to ‘meet someone’ I will not be doing that but I wanted to get on here anyways to chat with you all!!

A little about me, I’m a mama of 8 boys! I live in Boston, I know everyone and they all know me!

Henry, Jeremy, Lenny, Ralph but we call him Ralphie, Benny, the twins Ernie and Andy, and my little boy Jeremy!

I love music and all dogs! I’ve had a few in my life but wrangling a dog and 8 boys was not somethin I wanted but eventually I’m gettin a dog!

Baseball is also a big thing for me and my family! All my boys played it at some point in their lives!

Most of all, I love my family and wouldn’t trade it for the world!

So, if any of you lovely dolls have any questions or just wanna get some advice, go ahead and ask!!

Anon list:

💍,🪶,🧩,🍓, 🌟💜, 💀🌌, 🌌, ✨🪄

Tags:

#Janie asks - asks for Ma

#Janie chit chats - Janie just talking

#Janie OC tf2 - talking about OC stuff

#love from Janie!! - when she lets ya down easy

#Janie shows her friends - reblogging

#modie talkie - mod asks and mod talks

‼️READ RUNNING BLIND BY thetriggeredhappy ON AO3. I WILL BE REFERENCING IT A LOT‼️

Rules:

Anything is really on the table. She’s the mama so if ya got questions on life and stuff, she’s the one to ask.

She is red Scouts ma so she’s the red mama from the comics.

Her and Spy are together but flirting is on the table lmao (I want her too btw)

Ask her about spy if ya want.

Like I said, anything until stated otherwise I guess.

No homophobes or proshippers please. That is not allowed in here ppl. Be nice to one another!

Mod: in purple

I’m 18 so preferably 18+ interactions but all are welcome. Just be nice and stuff

Hey hey, this is definitely an ongoing work in progress because I will be figuring out lore and stuff as we go. I’ve already got stuff about like her relationship with spy and stuff on the boys (Had to do some math and I hated it). It’s also somewhat an OC I suppose since there’s nothing really for canon info on her.

She wouldn’t explicitly tell you her age but I’m thinking she’s 48 in 1972 which is the comic setting.

I am basing a lot of this off the speedingbullet fanfic Running Blind by @/thetriggeredhappy on ao3 (didn’t wanna tag them) so credits to them for stuff about Scouts brothers. Mostly the older ones, the twins, and some lore on them. Just a warning: I do not live in Boston and don’t have much knowledge on it so if you ask about stuff on that I will sadly not be able to deliver as well as you might want. I’m also not a mother of 8. Or even old enough to have kids. So uh yeah

My main is @flowerboy11300 and my Red Scout blog is @scouts-numba-1-blog

If you have questions or ideas please dm me! Would love to chat!! And my dms are always open to rp or anything else!!

Remember to drink water, eat food, and get some sleep! You’re awesome and you are loved!!

#💍#🪶#🧩#🍓#🌟💜#💀🌌#🌌#✨🪄#scouts ma tf2 #scouts ma #tf2 ask blog #tf2 rp blog #team fortress 2 #roleplay #roleplay blog #Janie OC tf2 #running blind

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monst · 4 months ago

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Da rules

I go by Monst and I guess I’m writing again: I do read faster than I write so enjoy all the reblogs lol

I like the color orange it's not relevant, just thought I'd put it out there

Uh the bnha master list is definitely not up to date and needs a revamp (I will probably get to that eventually, someday...soon...) Speaking of it Here's the DC one

Here's the BHNA one.

Here's the Kinktober2024 one

Anyways if you're interested below is basically the what's what. Stick around if you want.

Okay cool! Let’s get to it:

All characters for nsfw stuff are aged up 18+ (If you’re one of those (Can't separate reality from fiction/fantasy) then the unfollow/block buttons haven’t moved from their location and you are free to use them at your discretion )

If you're a minor while I can't stop you from reading I will block you if I catch you interacting with any of my 18+ content posts. As a matter of fact for my peace of mind and your safety I would prefer you didn't reblog/comment on my sfw stuff too, they're are dangerous people on the internet so please understand and don't take it personally-Thanks💕

Moving on-

I’m cool with:

Requests- Hcs, Scenarios, thirst posts, Ya sending ideas and recommendations👀

For requests I might not get to all of them in a timely manner and I might not do some I’m not feeling. I write for F. Reader, GN. reader and M. Reader. Ships are cool too so you can request Character x character or poly reader- character x character x reader.-Genre: all of them tbh

I’m okay with dark content- (Dubcon, noncon, yandere, somno, etc.) and everything should be labeled appropriately. You can always ask that I tag something if it is missing. I do like a challenge/learning so even if I'm not personally into something I'll definitely give it a whirl (Kinks and or tropes)

Sfw- Fluff, angst basically anything that tickles my fancy and isn't risque or full on smut.

* In regards to requests the things I do fuck w might be prioritized 👉👈

I’m not cool with:

Scat

Underage/PDF

I'm generally cool w being uncomfortable, especially in regards to what I read or write whether it be by being grossed out or scared. I've always been ridiculously curious mostly to my determent but fiction is a safe way to explore shit so I'll give most things a fair shake in other words the sky's the limit but use your discernment⁉️

Extra:

Random shit- You telling me about your day, thoughts, opinions on whatever ig. ask for advice (trust me bro I got you✌️) or info dump👀 I love to chat.

Music! Tell me what your listening too! (Yes I'm one of those 'I listen to everything' I need new stuff to listen to)

Also! I miss the whole deviant art/Quizzilla shit so I might do a whole seven minutes in heaven thing lmao (This doesn’t belong here but scream at me about it cause I need it to happen for nostalgia’s sake)

Also, I'm kinda using this space as a chill/fun mostly nsfw diary? lmao so it's just mostly gonna be vibes :p That being said keep your fandom discourse and weirdo hate bs to yourself cause I will clown/ignore you if you come at me w some sideways ass energy. I'm just as nice as I am mean so don't try me ☯️❤️

So here’s the fandoms&Characters if you wanna request:

Mha-

Shocker, but I do have some old asks that are too good to just let’em go ya know?

Shinsou (I started this blog cause of him so.. yeah)

Villain/Yandere Deku sorry

Bakugou

Endeavour

Dabi

Hawks

Tokoyami

Shoto

Dc-

Please, please, please send me shit about Tim Drake. (Need him biblically) Literally hopped back on for him.

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

Poison Ivy

Joker (Nothing good is coming out of anyone requesting this I just know it)

Constantine

Diana (Wonder woman my beloved)

Amanda Waller

Cheetah

Slade Wilson…

JJK-

Nanamin

Gojo (He's like crack to me istg)

Inumaki

Invincible-

Mark Grayson

…Nolan...

Debbie

Alan!

Naruto-

Kakashi ‘blow my back out’ Hatake

Itachi

Shisui (My love)

Madara

Tobirama’s messy ass

Ask for more but these are my faves

D- gray man-

Yuu Kanda!

Tyki Mikk

Kingdom Hearts-

Riku

Vanitas

Most of the organization tbh

FF7-

All of them.

But especially Sephiroth

Any type of monster lmao

Kenji Sato lmao

You can ask for others not listed in different fandoms I just think this has gotten a bit too long

And Yeah, Let’s have fun! ^^

New Tags:

This bitch is yapping - Any asks answered or just general shit

Thirsty bitch juice - Small scenarios, thirst,

Pretty things- Art

Oh la la that’s some good shit right there- Fic recs & reblogs

On my monster fucking bs - Monster fucking lol

Lock that shit up in the basement pls- cursed asks and stuff

Uh random bullshit go! - My newer writing

And if you made it this far down here's a cookie 🍪

#Da rules #This bitch is yapping #uh random bullshit go!#Thirsty bitch juice #Pretty things #Oh la la that’s some good shit right there #On my monster fucking bs #Lock that shit up in the basement pls #ship🤌

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esse-lunam · 6 months ago

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an introduction to: my 90s fame dr!

please read this god please there's art in here also ive put 5+ months of work into this dr at this point so i swear that there's interesting shit in here yall I SWEAR I AM NICHE.

reblogs greatly appreciated! this took me forever teehee

ohhh my god this is a long time in the making, ive put this off for so, so long and i really couldn't tell you why. this can act as a script me into ur dr post if you like as well!

for starters, you can find my pinterest board for this dr here :3 just in case u want some cool visuals i guess :3

so lets get the basics outta the way shall we?

full name: marley jo veitch

nicknames: mar, marley barley, mars bars, tink (reserved for s/o), living poet (public figure nickname type deal? yknow how stevie nicks gets called the white witch? yeah that)

pronouns: they/she

DOB: june 1st, 1970 (which makes me a gemini btw!)

occupation: musician (piano, violin, guitar n bass, some drums, and saxophone), poet, author (fiction and nonfiction), actor on occasion, also a comedian that one time

skills: all things music + writing basically, film analysis, pop culture analysis i guess, home decor, drawing, fashion?, and being the most autistic person in the multiverse

appearance stats: 5'3", 145ish lbs, long brownish-reddish hair with some light brown highlights in there, sorta wavy but barely

body mods: COVERED in tats (theres a tattoo section on the pinterest board but i also drew some so), septum piercing, snake bites, and a fair few ear piercings. and also i have glasses but thats not a body mod thats just a thing on my body.

"workin and workin't? you have a job?" more on that later!

relationships and such! with photos!

s/o: robert sean leonard

"hey, do i recognise this guy?" you might! he played notable roles such as neil perry in dead poet's society, claudio in much ado about nothing, and james wilson in house md!

best friends: dylan kussman, allelon ruggiero, alexandra powers, and kimya dawson

"do i recognise more of these people?" again, probably! dylan, al, and alex were all in dead poets society, and kimya is a musician best known for her indie songs, some featured in the movie juno!

my career! (oh good lord)

writing based - undedicated musings

(1986-1993)

alright so this is a bit hard to explain, bear with me. undedicated musings is an anonymous newsletter-based poetry... publication? run by me, under the pen name 'chartreuse', and the whole shtick is that i write poetry, love letters, and whatever else to the person i'll end up spending my life with, but the recipient of said writings is completely unknown, even to me, so im kinda just writing to nobody. until! i actually set my eyes on someone (obviously rsl) and then the writings start to get a bit more specific and yearn-y and personal. since the recipient is anonymous, all the writings are written for a 'vermillion'. both chartreuse and vermillion's identities are revealed when we get married in 1993. and no, rsl doesn't know that i'm chartreuse, nobody does until i reveal myself. i think its kinda cool :3

film based - dead poet's society

(1988-1989)

so for starters, i was part of the crew that worked on the set of dead poets society, now all my friends (except kimya, her and i become friends in the late 90s) make sense! my actual job on set is kind of a vague be-here-and-do-a-bit-of-everything type deal, so there's no set title beyond "assistant to lead" even tho it's essentially government assigned 'friendship' LMAO. but! me and the cast get on like a house on fire, so i kinda just get to tag along on their wacky teenage-ish boy adventures. this totally does not stem from a desire to be part of a teenage boy friend group, and i am, in fact, totally cisgender. i am also lying. anyway, without going into too much detail, me and my s/o-not-yet-s/o (will be referring to him as rsl from this point on) sorta have a painstakingly long will they wont they type deal, because i guess i like torturing myself. we meet a day before all the actual film stuff starts just as a sort of preliminary get to know eachother because you'll be in close proximity VERY often for months. thats some time in march - june-ish? of 1988 (i shift to my dr the day before!) and we don't actually get together until june of 1989. so.

also! some changes to the movie because i can make those: knox overstreet is now played by matthew lillard instead of josh charles, because josh charles is a fucking zionist and i dont want to associate with him in any reality! knox also isnt a b plot to the movie at all, instead focusing on meeks and pitts because i find them much more interesting! and also knox's b plot is creepy as hell! also, the racism against natives (read this!) is completely gone! no thanks!

music based - MAURZI

(1988-2004 technically)

strap in boys because this is the main event of this dr and the lore is VAST. MAURZI (must be spelled in all caps, like MF DOOM) is a sort of musical person/character i've made to tell the story of via a series of albums. i release my first single in october of 1988 titled "lunarian", which is a fun little song about a being from the moon arriving on earth and having some inter-planetary culture shock. and thats the only song i've actually planned! i release 6 total albums that map out the MAURZI storyline kinda

- MAURZI (1989)

- GONE TO SHIT! (1991)

- Charmed (1992)

- I found Him in Santa Barbara (1995)

- Waterworks (1998)

- also bibliography (2004) but those are released as songs By Me and not MAURZI, just released under the same artist. MAURZI storyline ends with Waterworks.

now here's where you get the very extensive MAURZI lore. MAURZI is a sort of alternate-universe representation of me, where in i'm much more famous than i actually am in my dr, and i am absolutely RUINED by my fame in a fuck ton of ways. each album is a different section of her life so i'll explain it album by album. also for reference, in my dr capitalism/ currency isnt a thing, but in the MAURZI... verse? it is. because i like anti capitalist art! same goes for most other media im in/ participate in, actually. MAURZI uses she/her pronouns btw, i dont.

MAURZI - my self-titled album is about as close and personal to my life as i'll get, which an average amount because i still throw in some songs about shit that i have not at all done/ experienced. (ex. songs about cheating, toxic relationships, and things along those lines. thankfully ive had a mostly healthy relationship with relationships! except that one time!) MAURZI is new to the music scene but she's here to make some lovely tunes to help process some stuff! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sarah kinsley, dodie, jeff buckley, tv girl, mitski, and peach pit.

GONE TO SHIT! - MAURZI's first album blew the fuck up! now she's thrown into the midst of dealing with an incomprehensible amount of attention on her at all times, which she was absolutely not prepared for. what does she do to cope? sex drugs and rock n roll, baby! she also gets addicted to 2 outta those 3 things! can you guess which ones?? now, obviously, this album is entirely fictional and is only tangentially inspired by some life events, heavy emphasis on the tangentially. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the nonstick pans, panic! at the disco, forest, david bowie, chappel roan, and king gizzard & the lizard wizard.

Charmed - the love song album! this is basically comprised of songs i sorta wrote about rsl, but changed up a fuck ton because i wrote them while i was pining and did Not want him to knkw who they were about. in terms of MAURZI stuff, she meets someone just after deciding that she's gotta clean up her act if she wants to exist healthily. recovering alongside a loved one and them being a motivator for recovery! now i should specify here that MAURZI's s/o is not the same as mine, and is entirely gender neutral/ doesn't even have a canon(?) human appearance at all. they're named Vermillion because we love a callback! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the smiths, siouxsie and the banshees, james blake, queen, laufey, and her's.

I found Him in Santa Barbara - yknow how when a banana ripens too much and it starts to tuen brown? yeah imagine that logic but applied to recovery, i guess. NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO REITERATE THAT MAURZI AND I ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND MAURZI IS JUST A CHARACTER. essentially MAURZI had a spiritual awakening and "found god." but what that ACTUALLY means is that she started viewing vermillion as a sort of god? but she's keeping it on the down low (making an album about it) because she doesn't want vermillion to thing she's CRINGE. themes of loving a god, being IN love with a god, being in lust with a god, temporarily thinking youre a god? stuff along those lines. its a bit intense, VERY experimental and.. heavy? both in themes and in musical style for some portions. this is my fav album out of all of them if you couldnt tell. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sleep token, WILLOW, type o negative, slipknot, lemon demon (specifically songs off spirit phone), hozier, violent vira, pierce the veil, gorillaz kinda, bjork, kate bush, deftones, destroy boys, and rammstein probably.

Waterworks - so yknow how MAURZI was having a whole trouble with god moment? yeah well thats gone now, no i haven't figured out how that'll work narratively, thats for me to figure out in like 10 years from now (now being 1988, naturally.) we've returned to our self-titled roots in terms of musical style! now we've just got some fun themes of trauma and such! and then that's the and of MAURZI as a character story wise, as i said earlier the album after this one is just a Me album. same artist inspo as self titled!

and guess what! music lore isnt even fuckin done! my music in this dr is a multiverse in itself goddamn. so basically the album covers for each album tell a completely seperate story about a completely seperate alter ego/ character/ whatever named Moonzi. name given by my audience (which is my excuse for coming up with such a shitty name and then keeping it.) the story of moonzi, without going into too much detail because i dont wanna type it all out, is a sci-fi type story about a being from the moon (lunarian callback!) on a quest to bring this space artifact back to its original place, basically. a bit more on it later, emphasis on a bit. also! each album cover is drawn by a different artist, and each album artist animates one official music video off their respective album, just cuz i like art and stuff! those music videos kinda follow the moonzi storyline loosely, but incorporate MAURZI elements. is this confusing? hope not. drawings!

writing based - novels

can you believe im still not done? like not even close? certified yapper. anyway! my 3 fiction novels (Manchester, NH - 1991, Curator Rye, 1997, Sand Dollars + Pearls - 2008) are about my ocs basically! thats it really, i dont feel the need to share the plots of those tbh.

writing based - autobiographies

two? yep! one is a fictional autobiography about MAURZI (MAURZI - 1999) and one is a non fictional autobiography about me (Radio Free Marley - 2012.) take a shot every time i say MAURZI and you will need to get your stomach pumped. she just. she means a lot to me :3

film based - doctor who

(1994-1999)*

*these dates are when im on the show btw, not its total runtime, same applies to other cr existing shows.

big disclaimer: never seen doctor who. dont know the plot, dont know which doctor i'm gonna be, i just wanna be in it.

so! my version of the doctor is kinda weird. its one doctor, but played by two people, but theyre one person. we're both the doctor. and by we i mean both me and rsl, obviously. the viewer sees the doctor as two different people, but NOBODY ELSE IN THE DAMN SHOW besides our little companion buddy guy (played by my cr friend fish!) SEES, ACKNOWLEDGES, OR IS ABLE TO VIEW THE DOCTOR AS TWO PEOPLE. its really complicated and i really did not have to make it that way, but its cool to me so i really dont care. also we're breakjng the doctor who cycle of boring suit and tie (this is NOT about you 15 <3) and going steampunk-esque. again, cuz i wanna.

film based - house md

(2005 - 2010)

marley veitch be in a show without rsl challenge (failed.) i play a character i made up named Nanette Amesbury who is essentially wilson's first ex wife. does he have a canon first ex wife? think so (i actually havent finished house oops.) do i care? you can take a guess. nanette (nicknamed ninny - which im well aware means dumb) is the director of the pediatrics department at princeton plainsboro and she kinda has a fwb type deal with wilson before figuring out shes a lesbian, having a crush on cuddy, being besties with kutner, then leaving the show in season 6. (zeth if ur reading this yes i made her show up for more than 2 seconds she just. means so much to me. also i want cudbury content.) im also a writer for the show so im there for its entire run time :3 i really like this show :3

film based - moonzi

(2016)

YEAHHHHH BABY SHES BACK!!! moonzi's storyline gets adapted into an adult swim animated tv show! i do screenwriting, stiryboarding, and voice acting! style wise, think teen titans mixed with bojack horseman mixed with archer. sick space visuals also!

comedy based - dying art

(2020)

idk i wanted to do a standup special! dunno what it's about. ill leave that up to future me to decide because this isn't happening for 32 damn years and i really just dont wanna come up with a standup special rn.

film based - radio free marley

(whenever)

i wanted a biopic, but i wanted it to be both about me and MAURZI, and how points in my life influenced or inspire songwriting. so the episode structure is like

ep 1: about me, point in my life

ep 2: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 1

ep 3: about me, point in my life

ep 4: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 3

ep 5: you get the idea

and then this goes on for 12 episodes and ends with the MAURZI story wrapping up and with me sorta retiring kinda. dont know when it'll be made, probably at some point in my 60s or whatever. im permashifting if you couldnt tell btw.

and thats it! after all this im just kinda existing and living life and whatever else. so with that outta the way i'll list some fun facts and i'll FINALLY BE DONE JESUS CHRIST IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR LIKE 3 HOURS.

- i live in new york city! manhattan to be specific

- i also have a lake house in new hampshire because i Need to be in a rural area at some points

- my house's interior design is very 70s themed and its WHIMSICAL AND FUN! maximalism, whimsigoth, nooks and crannys to be in, fun and varied seating options, conversation pit, loft bedroom, whole 9 yards. ive also got a gazebo on my roof!

- i have 2 siblings in my dr (not here im an only child in my cr womp womp) named lia and monty, theyre my best friends in my cr!

- ive also got a cat! she's a ragdoll kitty named yvonne, shes a sweetheart!

- i scripted out light pollution so the sky is all pretty at night, highly recommend you do the same

- im in STOMP at one point, dont know or care when, i just wanna be in it

- robin williams........... he is a father figure to me................ sniff sob

- yes i scripted out his death i simply cannot deal with that

- PUBLIC TRANSPORT AND WALKABLE SOCIETY!!!!! NO MORE CAR BASED US SOCIEY WOOOO!!!

- i cant fucking believe i havent mentioned this yet but im scottish?? im not scottish in my cr i was just thinking about david tennant when i was forming the dr idea back in january and it stuck. MAURZI is american tho

- hilson is canon in my dr LMAOAOOA

- thats all i got

sweet lord in heaven above if you've read this whole thing im giving u a big kiss. this is so long and i really dont wanna proofread it so im not gonna, excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

#VOLO LUNAM #LUNAM est. 1988 #reality shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #reality shifter #shifting realities #shifting #shifting community #shifting antis dni #dr intro

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jess--posting · 8 months ago

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(rules and other info under the cut, last updated 10/27/24) (interacts from @kirbytripledeluxe)

IMPORTANT NOTES 🌿

🍄: jess, they/them, 25

^^ heres their ref. anyway

there are now technically four characters on this blog (even if i dont exist in pikposting) so the tagging system may be a bit confusing! stuff may get mixed up! heres a quick guide including how i color code their posts:

🐟: me! toast or kirby, per/it, 18

🌼: oatchi, he/him, idk!! (was for an april fools prank LMAO i dont think hes staying here)

💮: hope or beep, she/her, not even one years old

ive beaten pikmin 4 as of 4/26/24!!! spoilers are fine!

inactivity spikes may happen due to plurality, disability, and ,, my generally exhausting existence. sorry about that!! as a side note if i overstep or act weird or flood the tags TELL ME.

jess is NOT a sona or a self-insert, just my avatar in pik4, though i do project onto them quite a bit 👍

RULES 🌿

1. obviously no nsfw. while jess is an adult and technically allowed to do that, not only are they asexual but im not at all comfortable with nsfw of my ocs unless were close and very explicit permission is given. and... yeah no i dont give permission for them. suggestive jokes are fine as long as theyre not directed AT them.

2. please dont get me involved in em/eto topics . i have a severe phobia of that

3. other rookies are completely fine to interact!

4. if i slip and misgender jess (i sometimes accidentally use she/her) let me know please!!! ill do the same! though do still note that jess is a trans girl, not nonbinary. pronouns≠gender but i understand the confusion

5. please no alcohol/drug abuse stuff outside of jokes (i.e. the scary weed), other characters using it is fine

6. ask before doing wizard/magic anon stuff ok ? (assuming were already in contact, if were not then dont worry about it)

TAGS 🌿

ic 🍄/🌼/💮: posts by a character

ic answer 🍄/🌼/💮: answered asks by a character

putting them in situations 🍄: rp (←feel free to mute, i use the long post tag once they start getting long but i have a list of the finished ones at the end of this anyway)

jess images 🍄: self explanatory, often reblogs from my art account! i love drawing them!

about jess 🍄: info i share sometimes

ooc 🐟: posts by me

ooc answer 🐟: answers by me

and if you need anything trigger tagged tell me! ill tag it as "tw ___" (flashing lights will just be tagged as "flashing lights")

RP LIST 🌿

3/21/24-3/23/24 🍄 — puddle going through it

3/23/24 🍄 — taking amalgam home

3/24/24-3/26/24 🍄 — lumiknoll moment

3/31/24 🍄 — super mario shaky tower hell

4/22/24 💮 — cherry brings hope and oatchi back to the base!

5/14/24-5/16/24 🍄 — (MAJOR WARNING FOR BODY HORROR + GORE) great job everyone we killed jess

6/6/24-6/14/24 💮 — hope and yonny and kingsly and oatchis great adventure

6/14/24 🍄 — hi jess :) ←pretending it hasnt been over 2 months

6/17/24-6/18/24 🍄 — THE GUILT IS NEVERENDING🔥🔥🔥

OTHER BLOGS 🌿

@heroleaf-posting

@pond-blogging

@groovylonglegs-blogging

@eyewraith-posting

@fritz-posting

#pikmin #pikmin rp #pikmin 4 #pikposting #intro 🍄#about jess 🍄#ic 💮#← not actually i just cant access it super easily

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kyojurismo · 1 year ago

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Can I req Douma or Kokushibo having an s/o that is really shitty with math or sth and they need to help them bc hw (also, it's modern time but they are demons and somehow managed to survive the war + live w/ the humans now)

btw, if you choose koku you could do bio bc he can see thru humans yk, that makes it so much easier for him, right?

# douma & kokushibo

tags : gn!reader, school & homework (i hate this stuff i’m sorry of course i’m gonna tag em lol), douma is smart but plays dumb, kokushibo is the “dad helping his child doing the homework” type (you’ll see), not proofread.

a/n : this is also the proof that i don’t know how to write this kind of scenarios so LMAO i apologise & i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway <3

DOUMA

“i can’t do that!” you whined, letting go of the pen. “you can,” douma was sitting on the couch, minding his business. “no! i need your help,” you pouted, waiting for him to finally help you with your math homework.

he sighed, thinking for a moment before getting up and coming closer. douma sat down next to you and grabbed your book. “alright…” he read the exercise and chuckled.

“look… i don’t know what it is asking, can you explain it to me?” he smiled at you, showing his fangs. you got distracted for a moment before nodding, starting to explain what you had to do. “oh! that’s right,” douma nodded and chuckled again.

“then can you show me? i think i’ve not very good at this kind of exercises,” he seemed sad, but was faking it. you just didn’t noticed.

that’s what he wanted. he knew you could actually do that, so he pretended to not knowing what your exercises were about. that way you would explain them to him and subconsciously solve them.

“yeah, i think this should be a 5 tho,” he smirked and got up, you finally understood. “hey! you were supposed to help me,” you groaned, annoyed by his behaviour. “but you finished them, darling,” douma winked at you and sat down on the couch again, satisfied with himself.

“asshole,” you murmured, staring down at the now solved math exercises.

KOKUSHIBO

“you know the answer to that,” he stared at you intently. well, with his six eyes. “no i don’t,” you shook your head.

“you just have to locate the kidney,” he explained. thanks shit, he can see where it was located clearly. you sent him a glare, annoyed. “why can’t you tell me where it is?”

“because you have to learn it yourself,” he sighed. kokushibo was stern when it came to studying. “alright…” you huffed and answered, not paying too much attention.

“no! i told you it was up there,” his finger pointed at a specific point on the paper. “no you did not!” he did in fact mentioned it while showing you, he wasn’t brainless.

he showed you a few organs’ location and then wanted you to remember and point them on the paper. you just weren’t that good at biology.

“this is madness,” he muttered and got up. “you know it’s hard for normal people like me,” you whined. you wanted to reason with him, deep down he knew he could see things you couldn’t. plus, he was a demon.

“alright, i’ll help you. but just this time.”

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !!#douma x reader #kokushibo x reader #douma drabble #douma blurb #douma imagine #douma one shot #douma fanfic #kokushibo drabble #kokushibo blurb #kokushibo imagine #kokushibo one shot #kokushibo fanfic #kny douma #kny kokushibo #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 5 months ago

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Hello, I hope this is okay for me to send. I'm one of the blogs you blocked. (First off, this is your good right, and I completely understand and I hope this isn't a breach or invasion of privacy to send this from a different blog)

I always made sure to only tag content of Nolanverse Crane when it's really him and not any other Cillian role because I understand the frustration. And like I said, I absolutely understand that he's not a proper Scarecrow in your eyes. But it kind of hurts to get lumped into a group where I don't feel like I belong (if that makes sense)

Scarecrow in general is my favorite character in any comic related media. Arkhamverse Crane and Audio Adventures are at the top for me, and I also have a deep love for Fear State and little fan interpretations where he's just a funky little freak. My blog is Nolanverse centric atm because I just haven't gotten around to writing fics for the others. (And I'm worried I won't write them well tbh)

But all of that aside, my reason for actually sending this was because I was genuinely missing your posts and opinions on my dash. I was honestly a little worried that I didn't see anything from you before I realized what happened.

This isn't me being angry or petty and please don't think I feel entitled to seeing your posts (I don't want to be THAT person)

I guess this is just me saying goodbye to a pillar of the Scarecrow fandom, and it makes me a little sad

From the bottom of my heart, I hope your mom's recovery goes well and you have a great rest of the day/week/month. And a happy early birthday, Moffy

(ALSO SORRY FOR THIS ESSAY OMG)

A couple of things </3

I THINK I knew who this is. I blocked one person after I made that post. Looking back, that was probably a stupid mistake. I'mma unblock to check when I post this, and you let me know? (I was thinking....oh god I'm gonna get hate from the fangirls and taht legit clouded my judgement. I still fear anon hate)

See, that post was mainly about people I blocked weeks/months ago. I often only block the fangirls, for lack of a better word. I actually made the Cillian post on a whim. I needed some content for the day. (you probably know I upload daily) And sometimes, a little anger is okay. it's a valid emotion. Again, the people I block are more fans of the actor than the character. My main complaint was seeing Cillian stuff, which was not from the movies, in the tag. It just sorta....clogs it up?

Anyway, I can clearly see you're not one of them. If some reason , within the next ten minutes, you're still blocked. Send me the url. I am human. I understand. Mistakes and stupid shit happens. (especially with all I am dealing with irl) (I've been so stressed I think it clouds my brain)

You clearly love the character behind the actor, and I respect that. I think you may have been following me, cus my count went down after I blocked ya. So yeah, I did think that was WEIRD.

I'm sorry if you felt lumped it, it was just an error on my part. I hope you can forgive that.

and ya know, just because I'm not a fan of nolancrane, doesn't mean it's bad. I should reiterate, it brought so many into the fandom. That's great! I still reblog fan content of him. I suppose, the truth of the matter is my autistic brain doesn't do "live action" -- I can't think of one human who could play Jonathan Crane to my expectations. Voice actors yes, Dino Andrade forever lmao

But I just...live of art/comic/animation/games

and anything else feels uncanny. Like now. I dont imagine Crane as a real person. I have no image inside my head unless it's a comic illustration or game render. I Hoooope that makes sense

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kikufuku01 · 2 years ago

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 6 Horror House ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 7 Too Much to Drink series m. list

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Note: Sukuna is just so precious in this chapter haha... kind of. We’re getting there! Slowly, but surely. Baby steps~ And if you didn’t notice in the previous chapter, I made Sukuna taller than he is in canon lmao.

Taglist is open, just message me if you’d like to be tagged in upcoming posts! Must be 18+

You sigh out softly and laugh to yourself. Can you really deal with two friends getting together? You’ll be left as a third wheeler and that seriously doesn’t sound like it’ll be fun at all. The line seems to be moving a bit faster now that there is an even louder person in your party. He’s talking a lot, so it fills in the empty void when you don’t know what to say or how to join Kaede and Sukuna’s conversation. It doesn’t last too long since Satoru finally shuts up and lets them talk about what they think the jumpscares inside will be like. Well since you’re so curious about his friends and this is the very first you’re meeting, you suppose you could talk to him more. You nudge him gently to catch his attention and he turns almost instantly with the same bright smile. He kind of reminds you of Kazuya, only a hundred times more hyper.

“You’re the Adonis in your family, right?” you ask boldly, a sly smile growing on your lips. What you fail to realize is that Sukuna has suddenly stopped listening to Kaede and is now listening in on your conversation with his friend.

You seem to have caught Satoru off guard as he scratches the back of his neck and hums for a response, “well,” he laughs cheerfully, “that’s quite the compliment.” He takes another step forward with you, “I’m not sure how to respond, which is quite rare, since I always have the upper hand.”

Seeing as you’ve made him speechless, it makes you smile even more, “there’s no need to say anything, Satoru. It’s just a genuine compliment from me.”

“Still, I’m quite flattered,” his hand reaches over his heart, and he closes his eyes dramatically, playfully going along with whatever you’re saying. In truth, he was caught off guard and tongue-tied at your sudden bold statement, but he can read you easily. Do you even realize that you have a crush on Sukuna? If you don’t then he might as well gouge out his eyes and jump into a river. His intuition has never been wrong, ever. Anyway, it was just a simple compliment from you, it’s no different from all the other compliments he’s received from anyone else.

Again, you nudge him, “consider yourself lucky to have eyes like yours. I’d fall too deeply if I stared too long.”

“Oh?” Satoru chuckles connivingly. Perhaps you don’t realize it, but maybe you’re suddenly flirting to make Sukuna jealous? Whatever it is, he’ll go along for his own entertainment, “are you flirting with me or are you giving me an innocent compliment again?”

Shit, what the hell are you doing? This man is attractive too, but you don’t know why you’re even saying all of this. Maybe you’re upset that Sukuna and Kaede are flirting in front of you, so you’re flirting with Satoru to not feel so left out? Yeah, maybe that’s it. Whatever.

“A little bit of both, I’d say.”

Satoru grins and leans down to your level, speaking quietly so that Sukuna can no longer listen, if he wasn’t already, “and what would Sukuna say if he saw you doing this?” Sure, it looks like he’s really immersed in his conversation with Kaede, but Satoru just knows his friend’s ears are perked up.

You begin to whisper as well, “it’s not like he’d care.”

He giggles into your ear, making you squirm from the sensation. You still as soon as you rub your ear a few times and continue to listen. Satoru drags out a hum, “I’d beg to differ.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you turn to face Satoru head on, your faces merely inches away from each other, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

The person from behind gently taps your shoulder, “excuse me? Could you guys step up?”

You had been so distracted with Satoru that you completely forgot to step up in line, causing a huge gap to form. Satoru apologizes shortly and motions for you to go up with him, “let’s just get goin’ before he rages and yells at me for something I didn’t do.”

You walk up with him, “it’s happened?”

“More than he lets on, I guess.”

Your face falls flat, “again, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Satoru just shakes his head at you, “Nothin’. Come on, angel face.”

“Okay, Adonis.” you laugh, finally catching up with Sukuna and Kaede.

When you’re caught up, Kaede turns around and crosses her arms at you, “about time. You guys were so busy flirting back there that we were just gonna ditch you.”

“Why,” you grin, “scared?”

Kaede holds your hand again and shrugs, “no, but we thought the people in the line would get mad at you guys and try to kick you guys out.”

Just then, a scare actor runs towards the line and jumps at the people behind you guys, causing everyone to shriek and laugh. Sukuna is smiling down at you this time but he doesn’t say anything to you. He’s not talking to you like he did with Kaede. Instead, he turns to Satoru, “why are you here alone anyway? Did you come by yourself?”

Satoru clicks his tongue and shifts his weight from one leg to the other, “nope. I came here with some chick I’ve been talking to, but her boyfriend came and dragged her outta here. It wasn’t my problem, so I just texted you to see if you wanted to come in her absence and by fate, you were already here!”

You click your tongue at him, “you were talking to someone who was in a relationship?”

The white-haired friend just smirks and leans onto Sukuna, “don’t let your boyfriend and/or girlfriend stop you from finding true love.”

“Gosh,” Kaede sighs, shaking her head at the promiscuous man.

♡ ♡ ♡

Finally, the time has come. Your group is all the way at the front just waiting to be let in after the group in front of you. They let specifically a group of 4-6 in after about five minutes to let the previous group get a bitch further away, to avoid any collision. The fact that the horror house is two levels is kind of nerve wrecking but at least there’s a big green slide with a ball pit at the bottom that you come out of to relieve all the built-up stress. Whoever came up with the idea of the end escape being a slide needs a reward, you think. The employee greets you all and hands each of you a small paper with directions.

“Make sure to thoroughly explore the house and have fun. We ask that no one resorts to physical violence, as this is all part of an experience, so with that, welcome to the horror house.” She explains and finally lets your group in. Everyone is walking slowly and cautiously, watching for anything that seems off. The place is completely dark, aside from the blinking lights and some glowing arrows that let you know where to go. Sukuna has managed to get beside you, making sure that there’s no one creeping up on you while Satoru and Kaede walk behind you with the two other strangers. Okay, to be honest, you’re on high alert. Watching scary movies and actually being in this kind of situation are two completely different things. Your heart is pounding fast as the adrenaline of being surprised rushes through you. As you guys explore the first floor, there are only small jumpscares. They’re really random, but since it’s all sensors, it’s not too bad. The floors creek beneath every step and there is a faint crying coming from one of the rooms.

You each enter one by one, and you can feel Kaede clutch onto the back of your shirt, causing you to stiffen. Sukuna is still quiet, but his friend is being funnily loud. He’s purposefully screaming and making fake crying sounds as well to have fun and it really lightens the mood, since the couple in the back is laughing along with you guys. You guys all disperse in the room, just looking around and chatting when a hand from under the bed grabs Sukuna's ankle and he jumps before walking away. He makes his way towards you again but Kaede shrieks, grabbing everyone's attention. Coming out from under the bed is a woman dressed in white with long black hair and blood down her cheeks. She’s crawling at you guys’ petty fucking fast, so you let out a small scream and book it for the door, ditching everyone else. They all follow after you, a mixture of laughter decorating the air. Right at that moment, someone comes running at you guys in the dark and manages to grab one of the strangers.

“Ah! Help me!”

He screams desperately while Sukuna laughs and manages to help free him. By now, you guys hear the next group of people getting ready to be let in and another scare worker jumps out at you guys, which makes you panic and disperse. Satoru ended up screaming the loudest and ran up the stairs with the strangers while you, Kaede and Sukuna ran for the elevator. Whether the elevator is meant to stall or not, it’s creepy. The light from above flashes and you’re stuck to the side of the elevator wall, which sounded hollow when you bumped against it. You’re behind Sukuna, leaving the space behind Kaede empty and through the small flashes of light, you can see that Kaede is visibly shaking but she’s trying to laugh off her fear. You, on the other hand, prefer to keep your ego and act like you aren’t that scared. Just as the elevator shakes, you all hear crying from the elevator. It’s coming from behind you guys and again, it’s a woman. You’re a bit scared even though you know she’s just an actress, but it all disappears when you see that Sukuna suddenly reaches for Kaede’s hand.

“Don’t look at her,” he tells her, trying to reassure her that it’s okay and fake. Still, Kaede’s head tries to look back while a small cry comes out from her. She begins to let out soft, broken whimpers as she looks from the corners of her eyes.

Again, he speaks in a low voice, “don’t look at her, Kaede.”

By now, she’s straight up shaking and crying. You see Kaede’s head slowly turning around to look behind her, despite what Sukuna is saying.

“Don’t look!”

Sukuna’s hand rises and grips Kaede’s head. He pulls her into his chest to shield her from the actress in the back. Whoever is watching the security footage must think this scene is really romantic and they’re probably pitying you for being a third wheel in this. Your prayers have been heard because the elevator finally dings and you reach the second floor. All of this didn’t even last that long but it felt like forever. How funny is that? You watch them scurry out without you and you follow after. Just then, a cold hand grips your upper arm and yanks you towards them.

“Huh?!”

In your state of shock, you look up and see that it’s Satoru. That jerk! “Oh,” he beams, “thank god it’s the right person! I mean, even if it was Kaede it would’ve been fine, but my target was you!”

Your mouth falls agape but you laugh upon the realization that it’s him, “you scared me!”

“That was the point, y/n. We were waiting for you guys so we could continue, right?” Satoru asks behind him, directing his question to the two strangers. He must’ve become friends with them for now, seeing as they’re all talking informally. The couple agrees and he releases you while pointing ahead at Sukuna, who is busy patting Kaede’s shoulder, “why is she crying? Did you break her heart or something?”

“Oh, no. Kaede doesn’t do that good with horror,” you laugh, jogging to catch up with the rest. The second floor of the horror house had more scare impact and involved more actors. They did not hesitate to scream at you, chase you and even grab you. But the ending is fun. There are two employees waiting and asking if it was fun, then they give you each a stamp of success and send you down the slide one by one. All in all, it was a pretty fun experience, aside from feeling kind of left out here and there. You’re just glad that Sukuna’s friend kept you feeling involved.

(A/n: I know I didn’t describe the experience that scary, but let’s just pretend that it is super scary, okay? Okay lol.)

“I’m kind of hungry again,” Kaede sniffles, wiping at her tear-stained face.

You pout at her and help wipe the tears away with a small laugh, “you’re such a scaredy cat, Kaede~” You tease her lightheartedly, choosing to forget the way you felt inside. She was scared and Sukuna was just being a good friend and consoling her when you couldn’t. You’re glad that he was there to “protect” her or whatever, since you might’ve ditched her if you were alone with her.

“As if you aren’t. I saw you getting scared silently,” Sukuna snickers, pinching at your cheeks with a hard grip. It makes you wince, and you hurriedly swat his hands away from you, “stop pinching me! It hurts!”

The table you guys find is again, luckily big enough for you all. Satoru sits next to Sukuna, “what happened in the elevator anyway? I took the stairs and almost pissed myself.”

Sukuna’s lips jut out as he fumbles with a straw wrapper the previous people had left behind, “I guess the point in entering the elevator was for a predictable scare. You know it’s coming but I guess it’s still unnerving. Someone was in there with us, but I don’t know when they entered.”

You think back to the hollow walls and clap your hands, “the walls were hollow so there must’ve been a crawl space for someone to hide and then when everyone is distracted, they come out quietly and boom, she’s in and crying.”

Satoru coos towards Kaede and chuckles in a high-pitched tone, “that’s what got you crying? Poor girl.”

“Don’t talk about it.”

Kaede begins to hide behind her hands at the embarrassment, but it only makes them tease her more. Your eyes linger on Satoru, and you giggle, “what happened with the two strangers?”

He blows a few raspberries and acts shy, like Kaede, “well they had someone hiding somewhere too and they chased our asses up the stairs at inhuman speed.” His eyes widen and he grabs Sukuna’s forearm, “they must’ve trained hard and hired the fastest crawler! I don’t even know how many times they grabbed my ankle alone.”

“I should’ve taken the stairs,” you let out, your tone sounding a tiny bit… petty. Sukuna isn’t even looking at you. He’s more focused on whatever Satoru is doing (he’s acting cute… in a cringy way, on purpose).

There’s a grin on your lips as you look around. The lines for food seem pretty long, so you speak, “two of us should order. Is everyone okay with the same thing?”

“I don’t mind,” Kaede comments.

“Me either.”

“Okay, I’ll go order. You guys make sure no one else tries to sit here.” You stand up and Satoru does too, “I’ll come along.”

“No, I will,” Sukuna grunts, standing as well. You look at both men with a straight face, “so who will it be?”

Satoru pouts, “I can’t let you pay for all of it. I’ll come with you and it’ll be my treat.”

“I’ll go with her, Satoru. Just watch our shit.”

“But–”

“If you want to pay so badly then give me your card,” Sukuna smirks, holding his hand out.

Satoru just smiles along and hands him the card in a defeated way, waving a small ‘bye’ to you before sitting down again and talking to Kaede. You’re already walking since you don’t want the line to form even longer.

“Yo.”

“Yo,” you respond, waiting for him to catch up.

Sukuna waits behind you in line, hovering right above you. You’re not surprised when he lays his chin on the top of your head while his hands stay stuffed in his pockets, “can I ask you something?”

You nod, “go ahead.”

There he goes, being all silent again. What game is he playing this time? You both step up in sync and you’re about to break contact with him so you can hold a proper conversation, but he finally opens his mouth again.

“What’s up with you calling Satoru ‘Adonis’?”

It’s really just a name, no true meaning to it. Still, you grin, “jealous or something?”

“A bit,” he admits. You’re caught off guard. He’s jealous? Ryomen Sukuna? Jealous? There’s just no way. What would he even be jealous about?

“What?” You can hear your own voice and the surprise that’s laced in it. Upon feeling the pace of your heart speed up, you try to focus on your surroundings as a distraction. You listen in on the loud chatter from all directions, you smell all the tempting scents that engulf the area, and your eyes focus on the many bright lights that flash with life. The heat of Sukuna’s body keeps you on your toes as well, since he’s been so out of character as of lately.

Sukuna’s chin still lays on top of your head and he steps even closer, pressing his chest into your back, “I am jealous.”

“Why would you be?”

Is it normal for friends to be jealous? Surely to some extent, right? But what would you know? This is the first time it’s happened, for the both of you, maybe. Sukuna exhales slowly from his mouth, “just am.”

You’re a bit shocked at his honestly, to say the least, but at least he feels comfortable enough to let you know these things. Your smile grows mischievous, and you spin around to face him, breaking his current skin contact with you, “okay, then I’ll call you Ares.”

“Change his.”

Sukuna’s tone falls dead and the look in his eyes is something you can’t really decipher. Why does he look like that? Are you tripping or does he look a bit hurt? Whatever it is, it makes you want to tease him more, so you do. You chuckle, “he can be Apollo.”

Sukuna’s jaw hangs, “you can’t be serious. He still has a name with good meaning.”

“Then he can stick with Adonis. It just means he’s a pretty man, Sukuna.”

He looks away from you, choosing to look elsewhere, “whatever. I don’t care anymore.”

Score. Just the reaction you were looking for. It makes you push into his chest with your index finger, “someone’s jealous.”

“I’m not,” he spits out.

“Yes, you are.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

Sukuna glares at you with irritation growing in his eyes, “shut up.”

It only makes you want to keep going, so you hold your nose up high and mighty, “and if I don’t want to?”

By now, you’re not fazed at the fact that he lowers his face down. It’s happened so much that you know not to get surprised. Sukuna’s eyes squint as he stares into yours and he keeps a heavy frown on his lips as he speaks to you, “then I’ll simply give you a reason to shut up.”

This specific threat has you nervous. Is he implying that he’d kiss you? No way, he wouldn’t. You scoff in his face with a frown as well, “you wouldn’t dare.”

Just like that, a smirk grows on his lips and he lowers himself even more, all while keeping eye contact, “dare me.”

Okay okay, he wins. You groan and back away with defeat, “no way.”

Sukuna is back to being a smug little asshole and drapes his heavy ass arm around your shoulders, “that’s what I thought.”

The rest of the night is filled with continuous laughter, but your eyes can’t seem to leave Sukuna while your hand clutches onto your phone. You’re filled with horrid guilt and it’s gnawing at your heart every time you think of Kazuya. Satoru’s been talking to you an awful lot though, mainly to fill in the long spaces of silence you trail. He actually talks a lot, like that one annoying kid that just won’t shut up. He is tolerable, however. Perhaps it’s because he’s hilarious that it’s not too bad. Sukuna only talks to you here and there, just like before, but after the tension from before, you’re unsure of what to say.

♡ ♡ ♡

Another month has passed and you haven’t been keeping count on how long you’ve known Sukuna now. He’s part of your daily routine, but so is Kazuya. You feel bad for the man, since you know he’s openly pining for you, but you just can’t seem to feel the same way. He’s sweet, so sweet, but he feels more like a friend. Every time you’ve brought it up, he’d always say that he was patient and was willing to take things however slow you wanted. So, bad life decisions start with bad influences, right? If you were being completely honest, you think Sukuna isn’t enough to confirm your curiosity. He’s one of the main things in your life at the moment, so testing this theory out with him just wouldn’t work. You have to try it out with someone else, to see if you feel the same way you do with them as you do around Sukuna. It all doesn’t make that much sense, right? You know. But it’s something you’re willing to try. You had asked Sukuna to take you to a party or something, since he claims he has other friends. You weren’t sure when you were going to get a response, since he ignored you. You even mentioned going to the club together so you could start your little mission (Sukuna has no idea what your theory is, in fact, he has no idea what’s going on in that bizarre head of yours).

“Y/n?”

Your mother’s voice comes from down the hall, so you peek out of your room and look at her with wide eyes, “yes?” She’s got on her fancy little dress and an extravagant coat, the one your dad got her last year, and marches towards you with a bright smile, “you remember what today is, right?”

“How could I forget,” you sigh, “go have fun on your anniversary. Please use safety.”

She laughs joyously, “why? Don’t you want a little sibling?”

The gag you release is over the top and exaggerated but it only ends with the both of you sharing a laugh. Still, the thought of your parents fucking like rabbits is not something you want to imagine. Your fingers find place in her curls and you’re helping her fix them in place before she leaves, “I’m watching all of Ayumi’s kids tonight, right?”

“Oh, no,” she giggles a bit and waltzes into your room to take another look in the mirror, “you’re only watching her youngest today. That cousin of yours,” her lips pop as she reapplies her lipstick, “always popping out kids left and right.”

You stare at the back of her figure with a crooked grin, “she only has three kids, mom. I’m thrilled to be an aunt, at least.”

“Yeah well, don’t wait up for us. Your father has plans so we might not make it back home. Ayumi said she’d drop her kids off in a bit, so until then, sit still and don’t try going anywhere.”

You follow her out to the door and give your dad a side hug in the meantime, “don’t worry about me. Just don’t have too much fun, alright?”

Your dad bursts out laughing and ruffles your hair, “don’t feel threatened, sweetheart. You’ll still be my favorite.”

“The age gap between us will be crazy,” you sulk, knowing that they’re only playing.

After a small time of bickering, they finally leave and it’s not long before Ayumi pulls up. Her hair is chopped over her shoulders and she has big bright eyes, even after birthing three children. She hurries over to you with Hotaru in her arms, “y/n! I’ve missed you.”

You hug her back and immediately take Hotaru from her, “where are your other two boys?”

Ayumi welcomes herself in and places a duffel filled with baby items onto the couch, “sorry for coming to drop him off last minute. I know that you’re busy and all too but, Asa and I wanted to take our boys to Disneyland, and it would be a bit of a hassle to bring Hotaru since he’s only one and a half. His brothers are really naughty and run off a lot.”

Her explanation certainly earns your pity. It must be tough being a mom and all. After a bit of catching up, she tells you all of the basics and that he’s not fussy so today should fly by in an instant, though you know it’s not anything she can promise. You take a good look at Hotaru and see that he has big doe eyes, soft puffy cheeks and a cute bowl cut hairstyle. He’s pretty cute, if you say so yourself. It’s also a good thing that he doesn’t particularly seem picky with whoever is holding him either.

“Hotaru can babble here and there and converse with you just a tiny bit so it shouldn’t be too hard to read him when he needs something,” she looks at the time of her phone and then back at you, “he’s also learning how to walk, so he can stumble about for a bit before his legs grow tired. He’s a pretty fast learner so just watch him because he likes to wander when he gets comfortable around you. Other than that, he’s an easy kid to watch. I can’t thank you enough, y/n.”

You jump a bit to readjust Hotaru on your hips and shake your head with a soft smile, “I really don’t mind at all. If you ever need me to watch Hotaru or the other two, just let me know beforehand. Go have fun, I bet they’re all waiting for you in the car.”

Ayumi reaches over and coos at him for a few more seconds before kissing his cheek and eventually leaving. You both wave bye to the car and then you turn back around to enter the house. You place Hotaru down on the couch and tap your foot against the floor as you look for something to put on for him. The first hour seems to go by just fine. All you did was feed him and watch tv with him.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m bored.

Halfie: Go play then.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m on my way.

Halfie: I’m busy today. Go play with Kaede.

Sukuna ^.^: I already did. She had to leave early.

That annoys you. It bothers you a lot. Now you feel a sudden prick in the back of your neck and you know that it’s just unreasonable irritation spiking. You look down at Hotaru, who is staring right back at you. He’s not that expressive… but at least he’s not crying?

Halfie: You can’t come.

Now you’re even more annoyed. Why? Because that fucker left you on read. Out of boredom, you grab Hotaru’s baby duffel and dig through it. There are lots of diapers, toys and packaged food and flavored rice puff snacks. You gently poke at Hotaru’s chubby stomach, “aye, can you eat solids already? I don’t see formula here.” All he does is smile and nod. You have to admit that the atmosphere is a bit awkward due to the fact that you two have no prior interaction at all. Are you doing well for the first meeting? He’s a baby, so it shouldn’t matter, right? You continue to watch whatever is on the screen and it’s quiet for a long while until you hear your phone buzz.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m here.

Sukuna ^.^: Open your window for me.

You take a moment to look at Hotaru once more. His hands are focused on playing with a toy while his eyes remain on the tv, so leaving him alone for a short second wouldn’t hurt. He won’t even know what’s going on. With that in mind, you stand from the couch and dash to your room. Your eyes glare daggers at Sukuna through the window as he waits to be let in.

“Hurry,” he mouths.

You’re only quick to let him in because you have a child in need in the other room. You can see that he’s surprised by your obedience though. He crawls in quickly and shuts the window, “your door is open you know? What if your folks see me?”

“I said I was busy, yet you still decided to come. How ignorant,” you spit out, crossing your arms at him. Sukuna’s frown drags deeper at your comment, “what’s up your ass today?”

You move out of his way, “nothing. My parents aren’t home, but please behave.”

His eyes grow mischievous at that, “really? As in, I’m free to walk around?”

“Yes, but my hands are tied, so behave.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m watching my nephew today,” you’re already leaving your room with him trailing behind, “so you won’t have fun today.”

Sukuna groans out loud, “he can take care of himself.”

He steps into your living room and his eyes fall on the couch and the small head of hair that peeks out. Him being naturally curious, he comes closer, and his fingers grab at the soft locks, “oh. He’s younger than I imagined.”

“Yes,” you laugh out loud and sit back down on the couch again, “which is exactly why you wasted your time coming here. There’ll be nothing for you to do.”

Sukuna wastes no time in stepping over the couch to seat himself between you and Hotaru, “well I guess I can help you watch the kid. I don’t know how to, but there’s always a first for everything, right?”

The way he smiles in a determined way has your heart pounding just a slight bit harder and you’re not sure how to decipher it. You don’t know whether you’re anxious about Sukuna or if you find his efforts endearing in some way. The two of you are pretty busy with Hotaru throughout the day but Sukuna seems to be having a bit of fun, even if he denies it. The reason why you say this is because he’s actually laughing with the kid as they play. Oh, and he’s also eating the rice puff snacks too. You think he ate more than Hotaru did but that’s not too big of a deal, you think. Ayumi didn’t mention that it’d be hard to get the kid to fall asleep. You and Sukuna have been trying to wear him out for a while now, but the kid won’t get tired. When you think about it, Sukuna has probably been here for about seven hours, since it’s 6pm now. You fed Hotaru and Sukuna about two hours ago, so they should be fine for now which means you can relax a bit more. You really thought that Hotaru might be frightened by the man but he’s surprisingly a fan of him, given he’s laughing a lot right now as you make your way back to them.

“What’s so funny?”

Hotaru beams at you innocently and points to Sukuna. He’s currently crashing two toy buses and making dramatic sound effects. He even goes as far as making a high-pitched woman-like voice that screeches for help. The whole thing isn’t a laughing matter at all; it’s quite concerning. Still, you’re just glad that Sukuna is here. A long yawn comes out from your mouth as you silently stretch behind them. Since it seems like Sukuna is pretty reliable and comfortable being alone with Hotaru, you figure it can’t hurt to lay down for a bit.

“I’ll be right back,” you say as you get up. Sukuna doesn’t even glance back at you, since he’s so busy acting out a crime scene with your laughing nephew. All he does is hum a short “mhm” then proceeds with his stupid little skit. Oh well. Your back finds solace in your soft bed and you only meant to close your eyes for a few seconds. Well, a few seconds happened to turn into half an hour.

In Sukuna’s mind, he’s wondering where the fuck you went. Why did you leave him alone with the kid? Don’t tell him you went out and ditched him here. He did not come here to babysit. In fact, he came here for you, not the kid! His impatient eyes scan the area once more and he pouts when you’re nowhere in sight. The only noise is the sound emitting from whatever show is playing on the tv. His attention is brought back when he sees Hotaru’s face scrunching up. As cute as the kid looks, he doesn’t like where this is going.

“What’s wrong, kid?”

“Bubu…”

The stench is faint, but he asks the question anyways, “what’s with that stench?”

Hotaru’s doe eyes blink not once but twice as he replies, “bu…”

“Did you just?!” Sukuna’s eyes widen with disbelief as he realizes the situation. He looks around for you once more and then furrows his eyebrows, “change your diapers?? Did you poop?!”

“Poop,” Hotaru confirms with a string of laughter. It’s cut short as he scrunches his face again, a sign that he’s still in the middle of shitting.

Sukuna immediately leans back, his back hitting the couch as he does so, “I don’t know how to change a diaper! Y/n!” Sukuna grumbles a few profanities as his hands reach under Hotaru’s armpits. He picks the kid up and carries him while walking back and forth, “y/n? Your nephew, uh… he pooped.” There’s still no response, so Sukuna sighs once more, “y/n? Where are you?”

His feet begin to move and the first place he looks for is obviously your bedroom. He peeks in and feels irritation rising, “fuck…” Sukuna walks over to you and peers at you, “you’re asleep? Seriously?” He lays Hotaru down on the bed and crosses his arms as he begins to talk to him, “should I wake her or not?” Obviously, he doesn’t expect Hotaru to respond, so he looks at you again, an unwanted smile stretching on his face, “she looks peaceful though and seemed tired before…” He’s groaning a lot today, but he manages to push your hair out of your face and throw the blanket over you, “fucking shit.”

“Come on, fat boy. Let’s get you changed out of that stupid ass diaper,” Sukuna picks Hotaru up and earns himself a smack from said fat boy. Apparently, he doesn’t like the nickname. Sukuna walks out of your room, “goodnight, y/n. Sweet dreams.”

Sukuna is back in the living room and digs through the duffel. He finds a small, soft rolled up mat and lays it out on the floor. He gently lays Hotaru down on it and pulls his pants off with a heavy frown. Sukuna really has no fucking clue on what to do so he whips out his phone, “let’s see… youtube.” He watches a short three-minute tutorial and chuckles to himself while his fingers tickle at Hotaru’s belly to keep him entertained.

“Oh, that simple huh?”

Sukuna puts his phone down and begins to copy what the parenting video had shown him. He made sure to be very diligent as he worked.

“Okay, all done!”

He gives Hotaru a small pat to his butt and puts his pants back on him, “feel better, brat?” Hotaru nods willingly and yawns in his arms, probably because Sukuna provides natural body heat so it might be making him sleepy. Sukuna stands up and tosses the diaper in the trash, “let’s feed you something warm and then let’s go take a nap with your unreliable auntie, ‘cause I’m beat too.”

He carried Hotaru all while warming up the dashi on the stove and microwaving the small onigiri his mom had brought in a tupperware. He set aside a bowl of dashi and rice for himself as well while he waited for Hotaru’s food to cool down. Feeding the kid was pretty easy, since he already knew how to feed himself. All Sukuna had to do was observe him and blow on the soup a bit more to ensure he wouldn’t burn his tongue. Once they finished, he put the dishes in the sink and laughed maniacally, “y/n can do the dishes, since she left me alone to watch you. What kind of aunt is she, leaving you unattended with a stranger like me.”

Sukuna closed the bedroom door behind him with his foot and placed Hotaru near you, “don’t mind me. I’m just squeezing us in.”

You stir in your sleep, “hmm? I’m sleepy.”

Your eyes are still closed as your head points in the direction he’s in. Sukuna is currently hovering above you as he tries to tuck Hotaru in, “I know. Scoot over so we can nap too. I finally got the kid to fall asleep.” This catches your attention, so one eye opens to look at him, “really? How?”

Sukuna stifles a laugh, “I hit him in the head as hard as I could.”

You jump up in bed with big eyes, “did you really?! Let me see–”

“Shh!”

His hand clamps over your mouth and he ushers with his head to your side, “I’m kidding, jeez. I fed him some of the food from earlier and he knocked out as soon as we were done,” Sukuna pokes at your ribs harshly, “so move over so he and I can both rest too.”

“Just place him between us so he won’t roll off the bed. Go to sleep on the other side,” you readjust yourself to go back to sleep, but Sukuna clicks his tongue, “nope, I want to sleep beside you. The brat can beat it.”

You sit up once more and roll your eyes, “Sukuna, quit being a brat. He’s still a baby, so he needs to sleep caged in, in case he rolls around in his sleep.”

There are practically lightbulbs flashing above Sukuna’s head as his eyes glow, “I have an idea.”

“That is?”

“Go get your parents’ pillows and lay it at the edge of the bed so that he can’t roll off.”

It’s crazy how serious he sounds about this. Your face falls flat, “you’re that adamant on sleeping beside me?”

“Yup.” He doesn’t even hesitate. In fact, he’s staring you dead in the eyes.

You sigh for the nth time, “okay fine, but you’re still gonna have to sleep all the way at the edge. Hotaru has to stay in the middle of the bed, kind of.”

Sukuna grins softly, “fine by me. I don’t move much anyway.”

It takes you less than five minutes to march up the stairs and back with the pillows. It takes you less than a minute to set up the pillow cage around Hotaru while Sukuna closes your bedroom door again. Once you think he’s cushioned in enough, you get back into bed and watch Sukuna as he comes over, “did you lock my door?”

“Sure did,” he yawns, “let’s sleep.”

Sukuna shoves his way in beside you and frowns when you don’t immediately snuggle up beside him, “hurry and come cuddle me.”

You laugh at his obviousness, “Sukuna, we are friends. There is no need to constantly cuddle. Besides, I gotta make sure Hotaru doesn’t roll off.”

“He’ll be fine!” Sukuna groans. The ball of his fist comes up to rub his eyes as he continues, “the brat is all warm and snug, see?”

Well, he does have a point. The kid is snoring so cutely and doesn’t seem bothered whatsoever. You turn your back towards Sukuna, “you can hold me, but I’ll be facing Hotaru, not you.”

Sukuna ponders for a few seconds before giving up, “okay, you win.”

His big arms snake over your waist and he doesn’t waste a second to yank you back and pull you against his chest as his nose tickles the back of your head. Once he’s comfortable enough, he lets out a soft sigh against your neck and begins to doze off.

“Goodnight,” you whisper, darkness beginning to take over.

“Sweet dreams.”

♡ ♡ ♡

You’re the first one to wake up. It’s completely pitch black and when you remember that you’re babysitting, you immediately panic and try to sit up. A strong arm keeps you planted in position though, “stay still.”

Sukuna’s sleepy voice resonates through the darkness and you’re suddenly aware of how close his lips are to the back of your neck. You don’t bother to respond, but your arms reach under your pillow for your phone. It’s nine almost ten and there are no missed calls or messages from either of your parents. You did get a few texts from Ayumi and there are responses that you don’t remember sending. You figured Sukuna sent them while you guys were asleep.

Ayumi: How’s Hotaru? I hope he’s not giving you a hard time. Sorry that we’ve been gone for so long. My hubby can’t ever say no to the boys, so we’re here longer than expected. 8:23pm

Y/n: He’s fine. I got him to fall asleep. Take as long as you need, I’ve got it covered. 8:24pm

Ayumi: Thank you so much, y/n. I owe you! 8:24pm

Ayumi: Y/n~ Again, I’m sorry! I’m trying to persuade them to come home soon. I know that you’ve been with Hotaru for the whole day. You must be annoyed. 9:12pm

Y/n: Not at all. He’s eaten at least three times. 9:20pm

Y/n: Attachment: 1 image 9:25pm

Y/n: Still sleeping. Don’t worry. 9:25pm

Ayumi: You’re the best! I’ll let you know when we’re on our way. 9:25pm

The picture that he sent was of Hotaru sleeping with the pillow fort around him. It’s pretty adorable, you guess. Okay, it is adorable. You’re concerned with how Sukuna managed to get into your phone but that’s a problem for another day. You’re shocked that he didn’t try to mess around with Kazuya and text him something weird, but maybe he’s more mature than you let on? You wonder what else he was doing while you were asleep, so you click on your gallery. There are two of Hotaru sleeping and then there are a bunch of photos taken from above of you and Hotaru sleeping. It’s obvious that the photos are taken with flash from someone reaching over behind you, but they’re still cute regardless. The last three are taken of you three. Sukuna’s arm does look a bit awkward in the photos, but he managed to take such cute photos. And if you look closely enough, the corners of his lips are lightly turnt up. It’s cute.

“I couldn’t sleep with your phone going off,” Sukuna admits, his lips brushing your neck as he speaks. All he gets from you is a short “sorry.”

He removes his hands from you and gets off the bed to go turn the light on and he comes back looking for comfort. You take another second to look at Hotaru and see that he’s pretty peaceful before shuffling in the bed to face Sukuna. His chin is propped up on his fist as he stares down at you patiently.

“Sukuna.”

“Hmm? What do you need?”

A million things are running through your head, but Kaede is the main one. Earlier he said that he was already hanging out with her. Does he do this with her too? Is he just this close with anybody he meets? You inch a little closer to him, “I wanted to ask you a question.”

His eyes squinted a little, “you don’t need to tell me that.” Sukuna’s hand raises and he pushes your hair back to get it out of your tired face, “just say it.”

Your eyes flutter at the motion, “okay…”

“So what’s the question?”

Sukuna’s tone is lighthearted and playful, something he usually reserves. He only sounds like this when he’s really having a good time. You honestly have no idea why he would feel that way right now, but it means he’s in a good mood, so you shake off your nerves, “you know how you always come to my house at night and sleep with me?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, his tone still light and airy.

“Do you also hang out with Kaede like that?” You don’t mean to sound territorial over him, but it comes out just that way. You think you sound crazy, and you think Sukuna might think you’re crazy now. However, Sukuna just cocks his head as his eyes roll up to the corner to think, “maybe once. Why?”

Your heart feels heavy at his honesty. What the fuck is maybe once? Is it yes or no, dumbass. You clear your throat, “just asking. Do you sleep there too?”

“No,” this time Sukuna’s tone drops into that of something serious. His eyebrows pull down as he tries to read your eyes, “why?”

“Again, I’m just asking.”

“Why do you look like that then?” Sukuna’s free hand comes up to grip your chin as he observes your expression. Is he tripping or did he see a spark of jealousy in your eyes? Is he crazy or do you sound jealous? His heart skips a beat at the thought that you might be, but then again, you’re a bitch and you’re so confusing at times. He doesn’t want to overthink anything so minor; but if he has to be honest, you seem to be displaying weird looks at times, whether it be at Kaede or him. Like, if he’s too invested in talking to Kaede while you all hang out or something, you get a little weird. Okay, maybe not weird, but you do get distant, which makes him distant, since he doesn’t know how to approach you when you get like that. Even if he tried, you’d just brush it off and smile that fake little smile. Don’t get him started on how you’ll act all weird around him and then suddenly rub Kazuha in his face. You guys aren’t dating, you aren’t sure if you even like him, yet you won’t throw the guy away and friendzone him. What exactly are you doing? Then you come up to him and ask him to take you out partying, like??? He thought you were talking to Kazuha, why do you suddenly want to go out partying? Are you going through a partying phase? Rebellious phase? He doesn’t fucking know. You’re weird at times.

“Like what?” you ask that in such an oblivious tone that it makes him feel fucking stupid.

His eyes flick between yours once more before he releases your chin and backs up from you, “... never mind. It’s nothing.”

Sukuna gets up from the bed again and begins to put his shoes on, “your folks might come back soon, so I’ll get going before I cause trouble.”

You nod reluctantly and walk him towards the gate in the front, “are you going to walk all the way home?”

He pulls his phone out and sends a quick text before shaking his head and smiling, “nah. I’m gonna go to a convenience store nearby and have my chauffeur pick me up.”

Sukuna waits for you to unlock the gate and then ruffles your already messy hair as he walks out, “send me those photos of us with Hotaru.”

“You want them?”

The surprise in your voice is quite evident since it’s something you never thought Sukuna would want. The pictures are already something that you never thought Sukuna would take, yet here he is, doing just that. He spins around and shoots you a boyish smile, “yeah, I do.”

You get a text from Ayumi a little bit after and open the door to let her in. You were expecting her, but instead it was her husband, Asa. You greet him with a smile, “oh, long time no see!” He returns the expression and gives you a friendly hug, “I must’ve surprised you. Ayumi was going to come in, but she’s been running around with us all day. I felt bad, so I told her to relax.”

He steps inside respectfully and switches his outside shoes to house slippers as he follows you to the living room. You’re babbling about how it was all okay while you help him pack up the duffel. Asa laughs wholeheartedly, “it seems like you played with him a whole lot! The living room is littered with all the toys we packed him. Looks like an accident took place.”

“Right…” you laugh nervously. It did happen! Sukuna literally played out a car crash scene with lots of injuries. Asa zips up the duffle with a content smile, “thank you so much for taking such good care of Hotaru, y/n-san. We deeply appreciate your efforts.” He’s already halfway to doing a formal bow when you interrupt and laugh, “it’s fine, Asa-san! We are family, this shouldn’t even be something to thank me for. I’m happy as long as I was able to help. I hope you guys had a blast. I know that Hotaru is still too young to travel like that, so it was no problem at all.”

Frankly, you can’t take all the credit… since it was mainly Sukuna who watched and played with Hotaru. Asa waits outside your bedroom door as you go get Hotaru. You pick him up gently and bring him over to his dad, “we had fun here too, so don’t feel too bad. Have a safe trip back home.”

“Once again, thank you, y/n-san.”

You bid him farewell and wave eagerly at Ayumi through the car window. She returns the gesture, and you wait for their car to drive off before you close and lock the gates again. After hours of not receiving an update from your parents, your mom finally reached out and told you that they’d be spending the night at a luxurious hotel. Gross. You send her back a funny, yet snarky response about being responsible and all she sends back are eyeball emojis. You shower off the day and get ready for another round of sleep, but as you’re lying in bed, your phone buzzes.

Sukuna ^.^: Um hello? The photos. 11:43pm

Halfie: Attachment: 3 images. 11:45pm

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