#but he's DEFINITELY someone's baby girl y'know?

[2ndstar-ontheright]

I just gotta say something real quick, 2023 is THE year for pathetic men in movies/tv. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules here. My brain does lmao

[myimaginationplain]

imagine: professor utonium mentoring dexter vs professor membrane mentoring mandark

[m3talmunson]

It started with babes. Babes is completely platonic right? Nothing out of the ordinary there. Eddie was known for being over dramatic, why would nicknames -or in this case, pet names- be any different?

Babes wasn't even that over the top, so why was Steve blushing like a school girl after it was said in passing?

Steve definitely knew why, although, he was going to pretend he didn't. But he knew, about himself, about Eddie. A couple months after spring break '86 Steve had a very enlightening talk with Robin about his feelings. Towards Munson. Those completely and totally platonic feelings.

And a couple weeks later, as though Eddie was so in tune with Steve's discovery, Eddie came out to Steve at a campfire with Robin and Nance. Those two had wandered off, Eddie made some comment about "Good for Robs," before realizing his mistake. That was, until Steve said "Yeah, good for Robs," and Eddie just had to ask.

"You know about her? Y'know..."

"What? Eddie? Of course! She's my best friend."

"And you're ok with it?" Eddie was kind of shocked. Great 'King' Steve wasn't going to sick the dogs on Hawkins Local Lesbian? And it seemed like he had known longer than Eddie?

"Yeah, when you survive hell and back enough it's pretty hard to hate anyone for being gay." Steve left off the part where he was also into guys. He knew Eddie was ok with that, clearly ok with Robin, but Eddie might not be ok with being the guy Steve was into.

"Oh. Well," Eddie didn't know if it was the couple beers he had downed, or his newfound safety with this big ol' group of misfits, but he was comfortable asking Steve, "What if I was like Robin too?"

"Are you?" Steve asked. He wasn't going to get his hopes up over hypotheticals, but he could admit he had feelings for the older boy. He wasn't sure what feelings to be honest,but he was figuring that out as he went. He just knew they were more than platonic.

"Well, technically I'm the opposite of Robin, y'know. Not attracted to women. But yeah, I am." Eddie stared into the camp fire, torn between hoping that it would eat him alive, or that it would simply stare back.

"Okay, thanks for trusting me." Steve responded, plain as day.

He had asked Robin, if someone were to come out to him (granted they were not just drugged by Russians), what would she have wanted to hear. And he finally got the chance to use it, seeing the way Eddie's shoulders dropped in relief.

"So you're like actually ok with it?"

"Like I said, been to hell and back with you, who you love doesn't mean a thing over that."

" Yeah," Eddie said,"But most straight guys don't like it when gay guys flirt relentlessly with them."

"We'll keep that one between us then, won't we?" Steve wasn't entirely ready to correct Eddie on the straight thing, so he just didn't acknowledge that part. He chose to ignore the blush rise on his face, blaming it internally on the heat of the fire.

He also tried to ignore that at that point, the nicknames picked up.

It started with babes. Then baby, which made Steve's brain flutter. Then sweetheart. Eddie only used that one when he wanted something, and yet Steve still loved it. Stevie was one of the fan favorites. Not really a pet name, but used just as lovingly as one. Sometimes Eddie held out the end, in a sing-song voice. Made Steve weak in the knees. Eddie knew what he was doing.

It was babe that made Steve do something about it. Eddie used sweetheart, baby, Stevie, around everyone. In front of the kids, on his various trips to Family Video (whether to buy or annoy, who knew). But babe. Babe was just for Steve and Steve alone.

So of course, the only logical order of events was for Steve to start using them back.

It started with babe, the obvious choice. Fight fire with fire, or whatever. The meaningless pet names ended with babes too.

Because after Eddie kissed Steve to shut him up, they suddenly had meaning.

[rayveneyed]

continuation of this au

cw: mentions of cheating/infidelity/disloyalty; vague allusions to sex

“so, like, what’s his deal?”

two months into your relationship with sukuna ryomen, you’re personal-assistant-turned-friend carries a bouquet of a hundred red roses into your dressing room. they’re so large that they eclipse her entire top half, and she pants as she sets them down on the table, cursing to herself.

it’s the first night of your mini-tour, your first performance in a good few months, and you don’t bother pretending that the sight of the flowers doesn’t soothe your nerves immediately. there’s a little note attached to the pale-blue cellophane that hugs the flowers; in his chicken-scratch, a love letter. i already know you’ll knock it out of the park. blow their minds, baby.

you read it over and over again, mind flitting between the set list for the night and where you’d been just days earlier — in his home, in his bed, in his arms. he’d sent you off well and truly satisfied, called you almost every day since, and hadn’t missed a single good morning text. and now, this. you fight a swoon.

hair laid — 1940s pin curls — and makeup done (a deep, oxblood red lip, really selling the whole vintage aesthetic), you lift your head to peer at her in the mirror. karmen really would kill you if you got foundation on your neckline — the first dress of the concert is white, glimmering with rhinestones and embroidery, a more virginal jessica rabbit moment. you force yourself to hold your chin up and away from it. “hm?”

“you know.” unscrewing the lid of her water bottle, nina waves it in a vague shape in front of her. “sukuna. ryomen, that is.”

“is there any other?” you joke. she sends you perhaps the most unimpressed look she’s ever bequeathed you with.

“i just never thought he’d be your type,” she continues, casual. “like, real oil and water vibes. i don’t know. but the roses are a nice touch.”

you hum. you’ve known her long enough to not take offence to most of what nina says -- she's wonderfully blunt, and you value that greatly. instead, you pick up your phone and open the camera app, zooming in and out to snap a couple of pictures of your flowers. exposure up, down, up, down -- should you take one at an angle? “oil and water?”

“yeah, i guess." there's a moment of silence, and then: "like — you’re always talking about how you wanna settle down and get married and, like, be loyal to someone, y'know? and he’s just — look, i’m not saying that he’s not loyal to you, i’m just—”

she makes a noise of frustration, and you snort. "he's just, like, a little bit of a whore, right? sorry, i don't mean to be mean -- but has he had a serious relationship in the past 10 years? and all of a sudden he’s talking about you to anyone who will listen — allegedly. allegedly.” she pauses. “how are you taking this so lightly? i'm literally bagging on your man."

finally, you set your phone down, and actually take a second to heed her words.

in truth, you had been extremely cautious when sukuna first showed an interest in you -- sat beside each other at a fashion show, never having met before. you'd be stupid to call it mere coincidence -- nothing in this industry ever really is, and the organisers had definitely gotten the photo op moment they'd hoped for. you're almost 100% sure they hadn't expected for him to stare at you like an idiot, or for you to shoot him your most demure smile, or for the actor to pull out his most casanova-esque moves.

you're not stupid, and what nina says isn't wrong. you're not into hooking up, or one night stands, or being another notch on someone's bedpost -- you weren't before you got famous, and you sure as hell aren't now, when there are cameras around every corner and gossips at every table. and sukuna isn't exactly known for his long-standing relationships or his monogamy -- it's almost like a rite of passage, you think, for a girl to have a shadowy nightclub picture taken with sukuna. if not a shadowy nightclub picture, then a steamy pool shot, or a sensual beach picture, with his hands up her t-shirt and her's down his pants.

despite his general bad-boy appearances in the media, you'd heard that he was quite… kind, if that’s the word. brash, but kind. a little hardheaded, but hard-working, and not too difficult to work with. you've met music video directors that had sung his praises and trusted producers that had called him a good friend. maybe that's why you'd spoken to him when you caught him staring, instead of sending him a smile and continuing on.

"is this your first time at a mugler show?" because it had been yours, and you didn't know what else to say. you wouldn't call yourself shy, but you're certainly not the most adept at small talk -- and you're not ugly, but sukuna is intimidatingly pretty for a man. and the tattoos, and the hair, and those smouldering eyes and long lashes...

"not my first,” he'd replied, seemingly unbothered that he had been caught staring. "y’know, i don't think we've met before."

"no, i don't think we have.”

and yet, there’d been no need for introductions. you were both aware that the other knew who you were.

"you, uh — you doin' somethin' after this?" the question had come out of nowhere -- at least, to you it did. what you didn't know is that he'd been repeating the question to himself from the moment he'd sat down beside you. and while his face didn't betray anything -- his jaw set and his eyes in their usual half-lidded state -- if you'd reached out and placed a palm over his chest, his heartbeat would have rabbitted against your hand.

you had allowed yourself a smile, and tilted your head. of course, his reputation proceeded him — but you were nothing if not a risk taker. maybe that’s why, instead of outright denying his invitation, you said: “i don’t do casual, darling. sorry.”

his eyes had been almost piercing. that wasn’t a no. “who said anything about casual?”

you’d quirked an eyebrow. “really? you want to go steady with me?”

“why not?”

“you don’t even know me.”

“i want to.”

and fuck. it wasn’t the smartest decision in hindsight, leaving the show so openly with him — but you did, arm in arm, and he hadn’t yet broken your trust. perhaps stupid of you, you didn’t believe he would.

“y’know,” you say, snapping out of your memories. you’re back in your dressing room, clutching his card in hand, staring at your reflection. “i don’t know what it is. i don’t know why he suddenly changed his tune. i don’t know why it was with me. and — well, i know he won’t, but if one day he leaves me for some waify scandi model, i’ll know he didn’t really change at all.”

nina nods, slow, like she finally understands. “you’re going in headfirst.”

“yeah, i guess.”

“that shit’s scary.”

“yeah.” you lift the card to your face again, thumb smoothing over where he’d scrawled your name, the little heart where he signed his love. your cheeks feel hot. you know there’s a facetime call waiting for you when you’re back at the hotel, tucked into bed and sleepy. “it’s really not so bad, at the end of the day.”

[narrativelysignificantturtleduck]

i'm fully willing to accept that sokka's weird "play hard to get" advice in "the fortuneteller" was just the writers (rightfully) making fun of that type of dating advice however there's a part of me that's still like. HOW did sokka come up with that. there were no girls his age in his village besides his sister so presumably he's only had 1 single romantic encounter (suki) by that point and that very much did not involve him being aloof and uninterested. yes he's lying to aang about being romantically experienced and probably pulling it out of his ass but why is that what he comes up with.

after pondering, i think there's a few possibilities:

hakoda. now, i don't think it's romantic advice hakoda would give. he's a friendly guy and presumably pulled kya just by being, y'know, sweet and funny and hot. however i CAN see him saying it as a joke. like he says something goofy and kya rolls her eyes fondly like "why did i marry you" and he's like "definitely my cool unattainable mysterious appeal" and they both crack up because he was actually adorably down bad. only thing is, baby sokka does not know that and takes the joke at face value. that's how dad said he got mom! but dad was joking. dad actually tripped over himself and fell face first into the snow when she smiled at him

some older kid in the tribe. there are no girls sokka's age in his village but i have to imagine there are other villages in the tribe, we just don't see them bc after the raid the villages got more isolated and more mobile (tents over igloos) to avoid detection by the fire nation. so baby sokka had a baby crush on a girl from another village and an slightly older boy (someone who would later be just old enough to go to war with the men and leave sokka as the oldest boy in the village) tried to give him Sage Advice. but sokka was 10 and the kid was 14 so it was Bad Advice

bato. this is the funniest option to me bc "play hard to get" is such childish advice for a grown adult to give. but it kinda fits with the whole bakoda storyline of bato quietly pining for hakoda for years. worked so hard at maintaining Maximum Aloofness that the guy he liked didn't realize it for decades

katara. okay actually maybe THIS is the funniest. she found out sokka had a crush on the girl from the other village and thinking her brother is gross and icky and no girl should have to deal with that she said hey. you know what girls like? when you pretend you're not interested :) baby katara is so cute and so full of mischief <3

[semperamans]

danny is so in love with you n'gets a little weird about it!!! this is insane!!!

danny bein' pathetically obsessed with you :'(

danny who knows you're off limits, but he still can't help but think about you when he's in bed an' he can't sleep because you said hi to him a couple of hours ago and he's just supposed to act normal after that? :'(

danny who quietly watches the way benny n'johnny love on ya n'takes notes just in case he ever gets an opportunity. you like your jaw cupped when you're kissed - he could do that. you like rubbin' your face against the scruff of johnny's neck - danny could try growin' his out :'( he's not all that tall, but he bought these new boots with heels! you like tall boys, don't you? :'( and no, he's not the biggest guy around, but he's been eatin' all his meat and potatoes to bulk up - you'd like that, wouldn't you? :'(

danny who "accidentally" walked in on you throatin' benny the other night n'hasn't been able to think of anything since. he's perpetually hard :'( he's jerked his cock so much that it hurts - hurts so bad - but he can't help but pathetically fuck his fist over and over while he thinks of everything your pretty mouth can do :'( how you can smile n'how your laugh escapes your lips often too quickly for you to catch and how your cheeks hollow as you suck :'( danny swears he didn't know someone could look so pretty with tears and snot dribblin' down their face until he saw you wrapped around benny and oh god, he's gonna cum again.

danny who secretly carries a picture of you in his wallet :'( when he goes to new york for a photography program n'his roommates ask him who you are he lies through his goddamn teeth. "s'my girl." he tells 'em with a shrug as if it's not a big deal when it would very much be the biggest deal if you loved him. he's a fucking liar, but it really helps, he thinks. it eases the pain of the truth just a bit when he tells the guys about when the two of ya started dating - "summer a'last year. yeah, met 'er at this bar" - n'how you were each others' firsts - "first everythin', y'know? special shit. sharin' such a fragile thing like that." - oh, and how much your daddy loves 'em - "the old man n'i go fishin' from time to time. he's just waitin' for the day i propose" - and ugh he loves this life he has created!!! it's so good!!!

danny who comes back to chicago and you're... pregnant? he's happy! of course he is because, my god, you're glowin' and all the guys are overjoyed and danny definitely doesn't cry himself to sleep that night!!! no!!! that's weird!!! he'd never!!! and he'd certainly not fool himself into thinkin' that's his baby!!! that you're full of him!!! he would simply never do a thing like that!!!!

"yeah, we're due in february." lights from times square illuminate his smile.

"wow! congrats, danny boy!"

danny who is not crazy! he just loves you n'that little one growin' in your tummy. and, you know, even if he were a little crazy, that would be just fine, right? s'not like he'd ever let you know the depth of his affections an' johnny n'benny would surely kill 'em over it, so he just lives his life fuckin' infatuated with you. he lives a fuckin' lie because it's better to do that than to not have you at all.

[vaguesxrrow]

charles rowland relationship hcs

a/n: i dont know if ghosts can change their outfits but i choose to believe so bc wouldnt we all like to see him dressed up ? also i wrote this so quickly, the dbd brainrot is REAL

tags: gender neutral reader

what being in a relationship with charles rowland would be like...

- charles will greet you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers plus some other species with specific meanings (he consulted niko on that!) on a first date

- if he plucked them from someone's garden or 'borrowed' them from a flower shop thennn it's for a good cause so...

- on a second or third or more, he'll show up with a mixtape he made for you - it definitely worked on girls back in the 80s AND present day

- he always has amazing style but you bet he made an extra extra effort to look nice for you !

- if you're arranging future dates he'll secretly want to coordinate outfits bc he thinks it's super cute

- when suggesting it he'll be kind of shy

- "y'know, it'd be brill if we tried to, like, wear similar things to match..."

- will kiss you when you agree

- if you wear jewelry he'll get you lots

- oh and matching jewelry for the two of you ofc

- him grabbing your hand and spinning you into a kiss

- charles is a nickname kinda guyy .. probably not 'baby' or anything but something original he came up with himself (bc he's so proud of the dead boy detectives name)

- likes it when you call him handsome or pretty boy

- when you kiss he'll hold your face gently

- likes when you pull him in by his clothes

- heat of the moment kisses give him the most thrill, like after an investigation nearly gone wrong

- when you're walking together he'll have an arm over your shoulder or around your waist

- when cuddling: prefers being the big spoon but if you wanna kind of just sprawl over each other he doesnt mind that either

- he'll scratch your scalp or massage you or something to help you fall asleep

- he himself doesnt need sleep but he'll lay down next to you and close his eyes so it isnt weird that you have someone staring at you while you try to fall asleep

- but once you're asleep he's obviously gonna admire you because this boy thinks you're drop dead gorgeous (no pun intended)

- top love language is quality time but obviously he's gonna be expressing his love for you in any way he can

- on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries he'll make a heartfelt speech and give you a thoughtful gift

- you're guaranteed to like any and all gifts he gives you

- charles frequently consults the others on if they think you'll like something

- edwin: YES charles, for the millionth time i am SURE they will appreciate the gift

- charles: yeah, BUT do you think this will be better-

- when gift-obtaining, he does it on impulse and THEN goes to ask the rest of the crew but he knows you very well so obviously everyone knows you'll like it

- anything you give him he will treasure forever and keep in a box

[anamenooneowns]

BEING RAFE'S GIRL✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

an: i realized that the 'being ___'s girl' doesnt actually fit what i'm writing bc youre not their girl yet so imma change the titles most definitely bc i dont like it. um, so this is actually you being rafe's gf. not just meeting him. enjoy!

warnings: toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, name calling (bitch), you deck rafe in his shit so physical abuse, talk of drug use (coke), verbal abuse, lowkeyyyyy sub!rafe i dont make the rules, angst☹️, accusation of cheating

DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY

No one knew how it happened, to be honest. Not that it was anyone's business why Rafe was dating you, a 'Kook poser'. But was it really so bad to be a girl who just wanted to live well?

Besides, before you met Rafe, you worked your ass off for everything that you had. A new Telfar bag dropped that you wanted? You damn near didn't sleep with the overtime you were doing at your job. Your credit card? Never not paid. Wanted a new set of nails? You sat your ass down and learned how to do them yourself.

Hyper-independence was your middle name and you wore it well.

Sometimes, it seemed your boyfriend needed to be reminded of that though.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you talking to, Ra-fa-el," you mushed his head with the pad of your index finger and watched his face get red from your exaggerative pronunciation of his full name, "but it's not fuckin' me."

His eyes were dilated and he reeked of that disgustingly expensive alcohol that Kelce gave him. His hand shot out, snatching you toward him as he sneered down at you. "Y-y'know, for someone who gets everything they want from me you don't fucking-" he barked, breathing out a humorless laugh as he shook you- "show me any goddamn respect. You get caught chatting up so-some loser and get mad at me for being a trashy, Pogue, whore-"

Rafe grunted as his head snapped back because you didn't smack him. You just socked the absolute fuck out of him. "God- dammit!" He touched his nose with a trembling hand and pulled it away to look at the blood that was already leaking down his philtrum and spread between the crevice of his lips.

He doesn't get a chance to speak again because you grab his jaw, acrylics biting into his face and squishing the meat of his inner cheeks against his teeth painfully.

You got real close to his face, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a snarl. "I don't fucking need you. I don't need you, or your coke-induced paranoia, or your goddamn daddy issues, or your fucking money. I wasn't 'chatting' that guy up, because he's my brother you idiot."

His lips parted an a hushed 'oh' fell from them as you snatched your hand away and scoffed in disbelief. "Are you serious? 'Oh'?" you mocked. "Not even an 'I'm sorry'? Better yet–getting on your knees and fucking begging for forgiveness? But of course not, that would be asking the world from Kook King, Rafe Camer...on," your voice died as you watched him slowly get on one knee, the other following.

His hand reached out and grabbed yours, bringing it to his pink, bloody lips to kiss your knuckles. Then he turned it over to press a kiss to your wrist... then your palm. His breaths were warm as they blew over your hand that he was now bringing to his face, his eyes softer now. So many times would you look at him and be staring into two voids that were nothing if not full of malice and something that made a person's soul ache.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I... I should've asked. I'm sorry, baby."

"Rafe-"

"I don't- I don't know what's wrong-" his voice wavered and his face pinched together as his skin flushed again, but not from anger but misery- "with me. I don't wanna be like this, I swear... m'not like this, okay? You believe me right?"

His other hand twisted itself into your dress, gripping your thigh. Words escaped you as you just let him pull you closer, and it was only natural when your arms cradled his head against your stomach.

Your heart was racing. You couldn't tell whether it was out of fear for this sudden, vulnerable turn or concern that this boy was hurting more than you thought inside. "Of course I believe you, baby," you whispered.

Wetness spread through your dress and the way he was trembling told you he was crying.

"I'll always believe you, Rafe... I'll always be on your side."

It took a while but he eventually got up from his knees, accepting your sweet, glossy kisses to his wet face as you apologized for hitting him. Somehow, you convinced him to just stay at Topper's house and sleep off what was in his system, and through your exchanged gazes it was unsaid that a break was needed between the both of you.

And the next morning, when you woke up and got dressed to go grab the mail, a bouquet of white yarrow flowers and purple hyacinths. The note inside was in his cursive handwriting.

I'll always wait for you

R. C.

an: comments and reblogs appreciated!

[torasplanet]

What about baby daddy dabi and reader have a new baby (a girl) and adjusting to having two kids and how is kaede as a big brother?

just like kaede, this baby girl would be a simple accident because Dabi likes to fuck raw and somehow he put a baby in you. plan b doesn't always work and you had to find out the hard way.

the two of you weren't that scared like when kaede was first discovered because back then, the two of you were toxic as shit, constantly fighting and still doing it when he was born but now you're better so it wouldn't be that hard. the hard part would be kaede adjusting to this stuff because, you two had never brought up the idea of another sibling to him.

"hey kai, what are you doing?" you asked as you and dabi walked into his room, kaede looked up and blinked up at the two of you as he dropped his race car down the raceway he had built. "playing cars. you wanna play?" he asked grabbing two cars and holding them up to you and dabi with a bright smile that almost made you cry.

dabi grabbed his car and inspected the scorch marks on the tiny car before raising an eyebrow at his son. "sorry, i got excited." the toddler said while giggling as you placed your car on the raceway. "okay...but we wanted to know if you wanted a baby sibling?" the older man asked as you and kaede began racing your cars.

"no."

you stop and look at dabi with anxious eyes "why not?" you ask your child and he shrugs carelessly keeping his eyes on the cars. "i don't want to share and baby are noisy. uncle natsu's baby cries really loud when i went there." he says not even understanding what you were trying to tell him but this just made it harder.

"but y'know, wouldn't you want someone to like...hang out with? you're pretty lonely." dabi said trying to back you up but this time kaede looked at him. it wasn't a hateful look but he didn't look happy. he kind of just...stared at dabi. it was haunting. fuck, he needs to stop bringing that kid around tomura.

it scared dabi honestly. "no." well, there was no convincing kaede. he just had to find out when your stomach started getting big.

when the baby girl was born, kaede...it wasn't hate but he definitely did not like her. he would give that same stare he gave dabi to her in her little seat, he was grumpy and complained how she cried all the time and he clearly did not like her.

especially when she started crawling...oh god, he already had to share his room and now she could move around it and touch his stuff??? oh no, he did not like this. if she took his stuff he'd start crying immediately and then she would. it was not good. don't even get me started on how he'd literally erupt in fire when she touched his adventure time stuff.

but then something switched, and you know what it was? kaede had gotten into his evil little boy phase all thanks to tomura and denki and had started playing pranks. but then he figured it out that he could just have his sister do it because she can't even talk, she won't get in trouble.

he would make her sit on the ground in the hallway and pull the string when dabi walked by and hide when he fell. kaede definitely started loving her when he found out that he could make her do things like that because neither of them would get in trouble.

when you found this out you only prayed that he'd grow out of this by the time she's old enough to gain a personality.

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[spideryuu]

' MY FUCKED CUTE GIRL!! SUKUNA "

🎀ᘎ warning(s): f!reader, smut, unprotected, dirty talk, handjob, bowjob, pet names (baby, darling, doll, princess...), dom!sukuna, true form sukuna (he has 4 eyes, 4 arms and y'k what else...), degradation, mention of drugs.

🎀ᘎ summary: Sukuna's been frustrated for a while and he doesn't know why. The other curses convince him to go outside to find some human to torture, until Sukuna found you and definitely knows how you can be useful to him.

🎀ᘎ words: 5,8k

playlist:

long way 2 go — cassie

favorite — isabel larosa

ultraviolence — lana del rey

do i wanna know? — arctic monkeys

streets — doja cat

— a/n: ignore the fact that curses obviously don't act like that, especially not with Sukuna. Also, Mahito appears (don't kill me), but he doesn't have that shitty personality. And the smut part is at the end, sorry. And I'm sorry if there are a lot of dialogue or grammatical mistakes, I'm trying my best. + the star divider belongs to: @cafekitsune

"Sukuuu." says a drunk Mahito.

"Stop bothering." he threatens. "Fucking idiot."

"C'moooon, don't be that mean." Mahito says, but this time surrounding one of Sukuna's four arms.

"Mahito, you have literally 3 seconds to walk away before I destroy your face."

"Oh, c'mon man! Why are you such a party pooper?" he asks, frowning.

"I'm not in the mood, that's it." replies, looking him directly in the eyes. "And you know perfectly well that you can't be around me when I'm not in the damn mood."

"Okay, I definitely know what you need." he states, sitting next to him and nodding.

"And can you tell me the hell I suppose to need?"

"Kill someone, obviously." Mahito says with a certain tone of voice, as if that's the most obvious thing in the world. "Or having sex for a whole day."

"Y'know what I need right now?"

"Humm?"

"To you to stop talking fucking nonsenses and stay away from me, for the love of God." he answers pushing Mahito away from him.

Mahito lets out a slight moan and looks at him with an angry face, stroking his recently beaten arm.

"Y'know what? Fuck you Sukuna, really."

He watches to his irritating friend walks away from him in silence, occasionally hiccuping from the high level of alcohol in his body.

Alone again, he has time to think.

«It's hard for me to admit it, but maybe that drunken dummy's right», he thinks after thinking a lot about their recent conversation.

He gets up without much desire, ready to look for Mahito and force him to go whit him through the streets in search of what to do. He finds him with, obviously, another bottle of alcohol in his hand. The smell can be smelled from where Sukuna is, and he gives him a look of disgust even though he can't see him right now.

"Mahito" he calls him dryly, but he doesn't even turn to look at him. "Mahito, don't make me say your fucking name a third time."

"The fuck do you want? Now you're the one who's annoying." he answers without turning around yet.

"Follow me."

"No."

"That wasn't a question. I said follow me."

"Learn to fucking talk to me well, and then we'll talk" he hiccups.

Sukuna sighs.

"Listen to me, just walk whit me on the street, and then I'll give you some bottle of cheap shitty alcohol, the kind you love so much."

"For real?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Since when you're so fucking kind? What's wrong with you?" he asks, now next to his big friend.

"Don't make me regret what I just said. Just take me to some shit so I don't die of boredom."

Mahito smiles whit a really big smile in response: he knows exactly where they can go.

Now they're on the street, walking. Mahito seems very happy, and he still hasn't told the angry curse behind him where they were going. They stop suddenly at a, what appears to be, small cafe.

"Is this the place you wanted to go so bad? A fucking cafe where they're probably going to serve shitty food?"

"No you dummy, I'm just hungry and I want to eat something. And because, well, this cafe has something worth it."

"Then you will have to eat alone, I'll go somewhere else."

"Seriously? You were practically begging me to come with you and now you're not going to eat something fast with me?"

"I wasn't begging you, let's make that clear!" he exclaims embarrassed.

"Whatever you say." he sighs. "Are you going to follow me or not?"

He's about to say no, but something makes him finally decide to go in and sit at a table in the corner.

The cafe's full of people talking animatedly, or working on their laptops. Sukuna definitely doesn't like that environment at all, and being so close to so many people makes him sick as hell.

He in loop taps the table with his fingertips, showing his clear annoyance.

"The hell makes this place so special?" he asks between grunts.

"You will see."

"I don't wanna wait."

"Shut up man, she's already getting closer."

"Who?"

But Mahito doesn't answer him, but starts talking very happily with you who just arrived. Sukuna looks at the scene with a frown. Was that simple human that made him want to eat in this place so much?

"And a chocolate cake, sweety." Mahito says to end the conversation with you.

Sukuna continues to look at him with a frown. When you finally leave, that's when Mahito turns around to talk to him again.

"Sweety?" he asks, strangely."

"Yeah man, you can't tell me she's not hot."

The curse turns to face you again, inspecting your body from top to bottom. At that moment you feel a chill run through your entire body and you turn around in search of what made you feel that way, and Sukuna quickly looks away.

"Well, she's not the hottest but for a quick fuck I guess it's okay."

"She's nothing out of this world, huh?" he asks smiling. "I propose something to you, convince her to fuck with you."

"I'm not interested in fucking humans." he answers with his arms crossed.

"So the king of the curses can't even with a simple human?"

"Shut the fuck up. If you want to fuck her that bad, go ahead, but don't involve me in your shit."

"Believe me, if I could, I'd." he replies, looking back in your direction, devouring you with his eyes. "But I don't think she's interested in something else apart from her job. I guess she also needs a good and a long night, like you."

Sukuna gives him a look of disgust.

"A human could never please me." he says very convinced.

The conversation seems to end there. Mahito knows that it's impossible to argue with him, 'cuz even if he's not right, he will do anything as long as the situation turns around enough so his point of view is the only correct one. Now the discussion wasn't about that, but continuing arguing was going to be useless and wasn't going to get anywhere, so he simply prepares to eat when he notices that they already have their orders on the table.

They get up from their seats and leave. They're on the street again, and Sukuna doesn't know where they're going, again.

"Are you going to tell me where the hell we're going now?"

"Wanna know?"

"I just asked you, asshole."

"We were supposed to go somewhere special." he says, ignoring his friend's insult. "But you said you wouldn't have sex with a human, so now it's time to go back."

"Wait, we were going to a fucking brothel? That was the big surprise you didn't want to tell me?"

"But this is not a normal brothel." admits patting him on the back. "It's one especially for us, the curses." he smiles sinisterly, like always.

"I'm not interested." he says sharply.

"But lemme explain!" he exclaims impatiently, stopping his friend from taking another step in the opposite direction to where Mahito wants to go. "Everyone is fucked up there. I mean, you can literally do whatever you want with humans."

"I can do that whenever I want."

"Obviously, but the beauty of this place is that humans have the vision. And, c'mon, it's a very popular place! The king of curses hasn't gone yet... That situation should not happen." he says, placing his two hands on his waist, looking at him with a disapproving face.

Sukuna seems to be thinking. Mahito's a big pain in the ass, but maybe having sex with someone until destroy them is just what he needs right now.

"And where's that brothel?"

"Ha."

The place is located in a very uncrowded alley. From outside you can already smell the smell of cigarettes and other substances that are surely consumed without any type of control. Mahito was smiling all the way to the brothel with the stupid smile that Sukuna hates so much. Him, on the other side, remained with his indifferent face until they had the door of the place in front of them. As soon as they put a foot in the place, the music invades their ears and Sukuna has to cover them if he doesn't want to feel like they're going to explode.

They walk around until a man (about the same size as Sukuna) welcomes them.

"What am I seeing, the king of curses in my brothel? Without any kinda notice to receive him as we should?"

But all Sukuna does is look at him with frowning eyes.

"Too close." he says after a few seconds.

More than saying words, he seems to spit them out.

"Don't listen to this huge dummy, all he needs is someone to suck him until he's dry." Mahito says between laughs, pushing Sukuna away from the man.

"I see." the man replies with a smile, trying to hide his annoyance at Sukuna's clear narcissism. "Please sit down, I'll bring you the best food, and, as soon as possible, our best concubines." he beg, pointing his arms at some red sofas in the background.

The two men obey. One happy and the other reluctant. Once seated, Sukuna takes off his enormous kimono to only wear pants and reveal his four, big arms.

Both men and women who walks around them stare and whisper, or point their fingers, which bothers Sukuna a lot. He still thinks this place's such a waste of time, but instead of expressing his anger out loud, he just grumbles all the time.

"Sorry for the delay." the man from before suddenly says with two plates full of food. Behind him there's a woman, with two bottles of alcohol.

"I should kill you right here for making me wait, don't you think?" he asks, snatching a bottle from the girl's hand, who's looking at them with not very hopeful eyes.

"Ha ha, he's just joking. Right, Suku?" Mahito intervenes trying to save the situation.

"Shut up."

"And that pretty lady behind you?" Mahito asks, ignoring him.

"Oh, she's one of our best concubines, she-"

"I don't like her." Sukuna interrupts. "Not even a bit. Bring us something better and do justice to your shitty title."

The man clenches his fists, containing his patience.

"But sir, they don't call her the best for nothing, you should-"

"Are you making me repeat things twice? I think I don't think I have to make it clear, but I really hate having to repeat things more than two fucking times." he pauses briefly before continuing. Bring us something better, okay? And stop bothering."

"There's a new girl. She came the last week, and the customers are really satisfied with her. Maybe that might be enough for you?"

"You should know that, not us."

"Sukuna please, shut up." Mahito intervenes, worried that they will be kicked out.

"No, he's right. I should know." he bows apologetically, but inside he's on fire because of the angry. "I'll bring it for you." he says before disappearing from both of their sights.

Mahito waits a few seconds until he turns to reproach his friend.

"What the hell was that?"

"He was very annoying."

"He's being hospitable!" he exclaims, huffing. "Act well, damn, I don't wanna be banned from this place."

"This place isn't worth it. And I hate things that aren't worth it." he admits standing up.

"Where are you going now?" he asks, grabbing one of his arms to prevent him from leaving.

"Over there, to be away from you and this shitty environment. And don't touch me."

Mahito watches in silence as his friend walks away upstairs. He shrugs and starts drinking, which is what he does best.

On the other hand, Sukuna walks through the long corridors upstairs. There's more silent, calmer. There are a few people, and they're going downwards, where it seems that no one gets tired.

Sukuna's not bothered by this silence. Although he continues listening to the annoying music in the background, he's okay with that. He's still a bit frustrated, 'cuz he thought that here he was going to be able to fuck, but everything has been so annoying that now he doesn't wanna do anything.

Suddenly he hears some kind of argument in the room he's just passing through.

"Shut the fuck up!" exclaims what appears to be a male voice."I told you that I fucking rented you, and now you don't wanna suck my dick, you fucking whore?"

"Sorry." apologizes in a low voice that appears to be a female voice.

He's not really interested in the conversation, but they're interrupting his peace (even though the place is anything but quiet), and that's important. He then decides to enter, opening the door roughly.

The two people who were fighting turn around, scared by the noise of the door. Sukuna can notice that the room's in a mess, and indeed, there's a man and a girl. He notices that the man was about to hit the girl who's strangely very familiar to him.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man asks bbetween screams, releasing the girl's hair.

Sukuna's more interested to guess how he knows the girl, and stares at her.

"Oh, of course, that cafe!" he exclaims loud. "I didn't know you worked here."

"Do you know this guy?" the man asks you in an angry tone.

You shake your head quickly, holding back your tears.

"Ugh, so annoying." Sukuna says approaching you.

"Stay away, you damn weird thing."

Sukuna continues his walk until he's a few centimeters away from the man. He grabs his arm and throws him to the other end of the room. You watch the whole scene trembling, and you don't really know what to do, so you just stare at the ground and pray that nothing happens to you.

"Raise your head, cafe girl."

You obey him immediately and you see his four eyes. You swallow.

"Is he... Is he dead?" you ask shakily.

"Does he worry you?"

You look again in the direction that a few seconds ago Sukuna threw away your ex. You look at him with anger and tears falling down your cheeks.

"Why the fuck does everyone make me repeat things twice?" he asks annoyed, grabbing your arm. "Does he worry you?"

"No, no. Please don't hurt me." you beg.

He looks at you indifferently. His eyes fall on your breasts, which are still uncovered. He can see with the naked eye that someone had bitten them hard, leaving teeth marks and traces of blood.

"Nice tits, sweety, not every day you see tits that are this round and pretty. It's a shame that someone destroyed them before me." he admits between laughs, which makes you immediately cover yourself with the little clothes you've left.

Suddenly, you both hear a faint groan coming from the ground. You tense up immediately and instinctively move behind Sukuna. Normally, he'd rip your arm off for daring to get close to him, but this situation amuses him strangely, so he lets you stay behind him.

"Please, don't let him come near me," you beg through sobs. "Please, I'll do anything."

"That's interesting." he smiles.

Your ex, who you pretty much thought was dead, struggles to get up. His whole body hurts and everything is spinning for him. It takes him a few seconds to finally steady himself, and when he does, he suddenly remembers what happened. He looks up to see the enormous curse. It's so big that your weak body is barely visible.

"You fucking bitch. You knew him already, didn't you?" he asks with a creepy smile. "You knew him and called him to try to get rid of me, after everything I did for you, you disgusting whore!"

You cover your ears to not hear him. Sukuna notices your distress, and strangely, a pang of pity runs through him.

"Hey, disgusting human." he says suddenly. "Don't you think you've talked enough? I was having a lot of fun, but now this shit is really annoying." he clicks his tongue.

"Y/N, is this the shit you were cheating on me with?" your ex says, completely ignoring Sukuna.

Bad decision.

He tries to get closer to you, but Sukuna loses his patience and grabs his arm, squeezing so hard that you hear the crack of a bone along with your ex's bloodcurdling scream.

"I'm getting tired of everyone here making me repeat the same fucking things more than once." Sukuna says dryly, looking him in the eyes in a way that makes your ex feel like he's about to piss himself.

"I'm not in the mood today, but believe me, I would’ve killed you already for talking to me like that."

Sukuna lets him go and grabs you out of the room. You try not to look back and shut your eyes tightly, letting the man you barely know take you wherever he plans.

You go down to the first floor, and you realize that Sukuna seems to be looking for someone.

"That damn drunk... He must've gotten lost or something." he says out loud, but it seems like he's talking to himself.

You notice people staring at you and the enormous man who still has one of his hands intertwined with yours.

You don't like being there. You feel like everyone's stares are burning into you. You still wanna cry, and you occasionally sniffle, which annoys the curse in front of you.

"Y're a very noisy girl. I prefer people who 'r quiet." he says, finally letting go of your hand.

"Can I leave, sir? Please."

"Leave?" he asks, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I thought-"

"Let's discuss this outside. Grab my kimono and put it on. It's a bit annoying noticing that everyone's staring at your pretty tits."

You feel your cheeks flush and quickly you go for the kimono. He doesn’t have to tell you which one is, since there's only one on the whole floor, and it’s ridiculously big. You put it on, and it looks more like a blanket than a kimono, but you don’t complain even though it’s a bit uncomfortable to wear. «It's worse than being naked».

"SUKUUUU!" Mahito screams from afar when he finally sees Sukuna, who had been missing for a whole hour.

"Are you drunk again, idiot?"

"Nah, I'm not." he let out a hiccup. "Who's the one next to you, Suku? I can't see her well; everything’s spinning, ig" he says, hiccuping again.

You cover your nose with your sleeve because the smell of alcohol is unbearable.

"Oh Suku, don’t tell me you’ve slept with her! I'm so proud you decided to let loose a bit at the end." he says enthusiastically, patting you on the back.

"Don't be an asshole, and stop calling me like that. We're leaving now."

"Leaving? Y're leaving; I'm staying, I didn't finished here." he says with a smile.

"Whatever." Sukuna rolls his eyes. "Let's go." he says it to you.

You don’t say anything but obey. Once outside, you realize you've been in that place for a long time. Again, you feel tears welling up.

"Sir, let me go. You saw what I went through in there, and you were very kind to rescue me," you say through sobs. "Don’t do anything to me and let me go home."

Sukuna suddenly stops and turns to look at you. At that moment, you feel a shiver.

"You said you’d do anything, right? You haven’t done anything for me, yet."

"Yes, but what could someone like me offer you?"

"Actually, nothing. You’re a pain in the ass to me, but something tells me you could be useful." he admits with a smile.

You don’t answer him but look at the ground instead.

You both stay silent for several minutes, which feel like hours to you. Your feet ache, y’re hungry, and y’re tired about this shit—you just want to go home and cry until you can’t anymore.

You enter what seems to be some kind of temple. You had never noticed this place before, but you don’t mind and continue following Sukuna with your head down.

He guides you into what looks like a kind of hall and tells you to sit wherever. You do so, still in silence.

You can’t help but fidget with your leg out of nerves; you’ve just followed without question a curse that looks like it could eat you at any moment. But on the other hand, this curse just saved you from your ex. Maybe he didn't do it for you, but he saved you, and that’s what matters.

You hear footsteps approaching where you are, and soon you realize it’s Sukuna. He appears to be holding clothes your size.

"Here, put this on. I want my kimono back, and I don’t wanna you to like be around here naked."

"Thank you so much." you say quietly.

"Are you really grateful to me?" he asks with a playful tone.

You nod shyly.

Sukuna doesn’t know why, but something about you piques his curiosity, and he’s interested in continuing to play with you.

"Is there somewhere I can change?"

"No." lies.

You feel he’d give you the same answer if you asked if he could close his eyes, so you just quickly get dressed under Sukuna’s curious look. The clothes are ugly, you’d say very ugly. They look more like modified sacks meant to function as clothing, but they cover your whole body, and that’s enough for you.

"You look ridiculous." he admits. "But underneath that, there's a pretty body, so it doesn’t matter."

All you can do is feel your cheeks heat up. You don’t know why, but Sukuna makes you feel nervous, not in the same way your ex did.

It's early morning, and you wake up screaming with tears in your eyes. You feel your heart racing and you don’t even know where you are. It takes you a while to calm down and remember that you’re still in the place Sukuna brought you. He had let you sleep wherever you wanted, and you had decided to sleep in what you thought was a hall.

Now that you know where you are, you feel more relaxed, but your face is still cover in tears.

You’d had another stupid nightmare. This always happened to you and you were tired of this situation.

You get up not really knowing what to do until you realize you can leave. You feel kinda dumb for not having thought of it before.

You try to locate yourself in the big place and momentarily think y’re lost until you see the door you had entered before. You try to open it, but it seems someone else's trying to do the same. You step aside, scared and ready to defend yourself, but you see that the person entering is the guy who was with Sukuna, the same one who tried to flirt with you at the cafe.

Mahito gets scared when he sees you, but then realizes who you are.

"Am I hallucinating, or are you really here?"

"I’m here."

"Wow, up close y’re much prettier." he says, hiccuping.

He’s about to touch your cheek but feels someone grab his hand tightly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sukuna asks behind you.

This time, you’re the one who gets scared, as you hadn’t noticed his presence until now.

"Sukuuu!"

"And y’re still drunk." he says, clearly annoyed. "Coming back at this hour and waking up everyone. Mahito, give me a good reason to not to kill you right here."

"We have guests." Mahito replies, pointing at you. "And she seemed like she wanted to leave."

As soon as you hear that, you give Mahito a look that says: "C'mon, seriously?"

"Oh, is that true?" Sukuna asks, stroking your shoulders.

You tense up at this small gesture.

"Maybe your guest is not very comfortable, you should treat her better."

"Yes, I should..." Sukuna agrees, whispering.

"I’m going to sleep, or keep drinking." he says as if he hasn’t drink enough. "Good night, or good morning? I don’t know." Mahito's about to say another nonsense, but Sukuna, tired of listening to him, orders him to leave.

Once again, Sukuna and you are alone, and once again, you feel a strange sense of nervousness. You feel like he’s devouring you with his eyes, and the worst part is, you think you want him to do that.

"So, my guest was trying to escape?" he pretends to be offended. "Have I not been good enough for my guest to try to leave?"

"I’m sorry sir, I... I couldn’t sleep and... I don’t know, I’m really sorry."

It seems Sukuna’s eyes light up seeing you so nervous. He’s eager to see more of your reactions, so he continues with the situation.

"Wanting to leave without thanking me..." he whispers, stroking your cheek and sending a shiver down your spine.

"I really don’t know what I can do for you, sir."

"You know what you can do." he says, putting one of his fingers on your lips.

Your breathing is heavy. You don’t know what part about Sukuna makes you feel this way. Just a couple of hours ago, you were terrified and only wanted to die, but now...

"I think that stupid potato sack y’re wearing seems really annoying, don’t you think so? You can start thanking me by taking it off."

"I’m not sure about thar, sir."

"Ha, y’re still calling me sir, that's cute." he smiles. "Maybe Mahito was right." he whispers as he tries to remove your clothes, but you stop him.

You can’t actually physically stop him, but Sukuna stops to see if you have something to say.

"No, not here."

"Not here?"

"I want a more private place, sir."

"Call me Sukuna." he replies, lifting you and adjusting you in his four arms.

You cling to him tightly as if Sukuna might drop you at any moment, but he doesn’t.

He keeps walking until you see a large black wooden door. He opens it, and you see what seems to be Sukuna’s room.

"Is it more private here?"

But you don’t answer. Y’re still processing the really weird situation. Are you really about to do it with a curse?

"Sweety, don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes, I suppose it's fine." you finally reply, softly.

He gently leaves you on his enormous bed. You look around. Everything is, well, too enormous.

"What are you staring at?" he asks playfully. "Does my room have a better view than what's in front of you?"

"I'm sorry, sir." you quickly apologize.

"So cute."

Sukuna moves closer to get on top of you. Your breathing remains slow but steady. You look into his eyes and can see desire in them. But not just any desire: he genuinely enjoys this situation.

He starts by removing that annoying clothing, leaving you with only a pair of pink panties. Sukuna watches you to see if you're about to cry, but as you remain silent, he continues. With his four arms, he touches your entire body (which is not a very complicated task for him), and once again, you feel a shiver.

His breathing starts to quicken. Literally right now all he wants is to make you cry, but from pleasure. He wants to destroy every part of you and make your pussy fit the shape of his cock.

It had been a long time since someone made him feel this way, and that a simple human was the one who awakened that desire in him again, is a shame for the king of curses. But right now that's not a concern, he seems more focused on wanting to make you scream his name until y're hoarse.

He begins to kiss the areas of your breasts where there are wounds, causing you to let out occasional soft whimpers of pain. First, he kisses you gently to help you get used to the sensation, but Sukuna isn't a patient person, and he quickly moves onto licking your nipples while his free hands caress your waist and legs.

You continue to let out occasional moans, and y're so embarrassed that you cover your mouth. This annoys Sukuna, who wants to keep hearing you, so he moves your hands away from your mouth and places them on either side of your head.

"What are you doing?" he asks, but you don't answer.

You avoid making eye contact.

"Are you so embarrassed, princess?" he asks, forcing you to look at him.

The only free hand he has left plays near your pussy in the meantime.

"Ugh, s-sir, not there."

"Oh, does this make you answer?" asks curiously, getting his fingers even closer。

"S-sir, please."

"I told you to call me Sukuna." he says before suddenly sticking his fingers into your pussy.

"M-mgh!"

He keeps exploring your walls while you can't stop moaning.

With your hands still restrained, you bite your lip until it bleeds to stop more moans to escape from your mouth. Sukuna notices this, and while he doesn't stop masturbating you, he kisses you, forcing your mouth open. He pulls away suddenly when he feels a bit in his tongue.

"What was that, bae?"

"I-I think I'm about to, mgh, come. Si... S-Sukuna please, remove your f-fingers."

But instead of listening to you, he puts his mouth on your pussy and this time he masturbates you with his tongue—his cocks are about to burst, and he can't wait to fill both of your holes with his cum.

"Sukuna, what are you doing?!" you exclaim, holding his hair.

You feel tears falling down your cheeks.

"Not that plac-!" but you can't finish your sentence.

Your back hunches as you let out a loud moan.

"That was a very loud one." he says playfully, but you can only see him with teary eyes from the shame you feel.

You just came in a course's mouth. What were you doing?

"W-we're done, aren't we? I can go now..." you say, trying to get up, but Sukuna pushes you back onto the bed and turns you around.

Now he has a very good view of your back and ass.

"Are we done? You were the only one who came, right? I haven't done it yet, and I don't think my two cocks can't wait anymore."

Did you hear right? Two? Did he said two?

Two of his arms hold your back firmly while with the other he begins to masturbate, seeing the liquid still falling from your pussy. You can't do anything but tremble and feel ashamed. You don't want to admit it, but deep down y're just as impatient as he is. He had made you forget about all the shit you had been through until now, and you want him to keep it that.

"S-Sukuna..."

"You better not say my name like that if you don't want me to destroy you right now." he says letting out a gasp. "I'm holding back 'cuz I don't wanna hurt you."

The force with which he holds your waist keeps increasing. His finger marks will surely stay on your skin, but you don't care.

You keep moving, impatient to feel his cock entering and leaving you again and again, but of course, y're not going to tell him that.

"Sweetheart, I don't think I can be like this for a long time. Can I put it inside you?"

You feel too embarrassed to answer, but Sukuna takes your silence as a yes.

As soon as you feel his cock, you immediately let out a loud moan, quickly biting your lips again.

"Oh my, this is so good. Make your pussy keep squeezing like this." Sukuna feel like he's losing his mind whenever he takes out his cock to put it back in even deeper.

"Sukuna, please s-slow down." your hands are gripping the bed sheet, which is the only thing you can hold onto right now.

But Sukuna is too focused on listening to the smacking noise he makes as his balls hit your ass over and over again to understand what y're saying.

"Hey Y/N, I already told you to not use your teeth" he complains separating his dick from your mouth.

How long have you been like this? How many times have you come already? You don't know exactly the time, but you feel like it's already morning, and Sukuna's still determined to continue because "he hasn't come enough."

When you heard him saying two, you indeed heard right. You were able to find out when, while he was fucking your pussy, you felt him also put something else in your ass.

You nod in silence, with your red cheeks, unable to look him in his eyes because of the embarrassment you feel, but apparently that bothers Sukuna a lot.

"What do I tell you when I ask you something, Y/N?" he says grabbing your chin to force you to look into his eyes. "Look at me, that's what I tell you." he answers his own question when he sees that y're still in silence.

"S-sorry." is the only thing you can say.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." he orders you before putting his dick back in your mouth. "And be more careful this time, okay sweety?" he asks, stroking your hair as he watches you making an effort to make him feel good.

You try to suck him like he asks, but you feel like you're choking and running out of air every time you try to go deeper.

With your free hands you masturbate his other dick—both were so red from having come so much.

“Y/N” he calls you while trying to push you away again. "I'm about to come, you don't want me to do it in your mouth, do you?" he asks, but you continue sucking him awkwardly. “Fuck” he says between moans, grabbing your face and forcing his cock in as far as it will go.

After a few seconds you feel a thick liquid on your tongue, and that's when you pull away. You start coughing a lot, which worries Sukuna.

"Damn, did I go too far? I'm sorry" he apologizes quickly, but you wave your hand trying to tell him not to worry. "Anyway, why did you do that?"

"It's my way to apologize." you say when you stop coughing.

"So you did that because you thought I was angry?"

"Ujum." y're about to add something more, but you see that both of his dicks have become as hard as before. "Why are you...?"

"Oh sweety, you don't know what a monster you've woken up with what you just said."

And, with that phrase, you know that you won't be able to leave his bedroom for a long time.

— a/n: i definitely don't know how to write smut, i need someone to take away my internet.

[cupidsandromeda]

Pheromones

earth 42! Miles Morales x fem!reader

Summary : Your boyfriend smells reaaaaal good after a trip to the gym

Warnings : slightly weird, fluff, probably grammatically incorrect (im writing this from my phone at 4AM)

"You smell so good right now"

Your boyfriend looked down at you with a concerned gaze.

"Ma, I'm musty as fuck right now," he laughed awkwardly.

"Okay, yeah, but you smell really good though," you giggled, taking in his scent.

Miles knew he picked a pretty weird girl, but he'd never thought she would be attracted to the smell of his post-workout funk.

He slid out of your grasp, earning a dissatisfied huff from you.

"Ima go take a shower, then you can hold me all you want, okay?" He started walking towards the bathroom.

"Wait, no!" You pleaded ",Please don't think I'm being weird right now."

"Nah, you're being kinda weird baby," he clarified, turning back to you.

"Okay, but like, what if I told you there was a scientific reason for all this?" You asked.

With a look of intrigue, he plopped down onto his bed.

"Aight, humor me." He said quizzically.

"Okay, so I read this article," you started. He rolled his eyes.

Smacking his chest, you hissed "Nigga, don't roll ya eyes at me."

"Ow, okay okay, I'm listening."

"Anyways, I was reading this article about how when you sweat, you excrete pheromones- y'know the love hormone?" You explained.

He leaned in to touch your nose with his.

"Ooh, the love hormone? You looove me?" He teased.

"And if I do?" You stuck your tongue at him, feeling your face warm up.

He slid his arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"Do you love me?" He asked, looking you dead in your eyes.

You were at a loss for words, never having said those words to anyone but your parents. He was making this hard enough as he rubbed circles into your sides.

You forced your eyes away from his face.

"Iloveyou." You rushed the words out as if they were forbidden.

He cupped your face, turning you to look at him.

"You what, baby? I didn't catch that." He pried.

Well, this conversation had taken an turn. You just wanted to revel in your man's scent peacefully but now you were forced to face your true feelings. Love was definitely a word...a strong one at that. However, looking into his eyes like this, you knew the answer.

"I love you, Miles Morales."

"And I love you, mi corazón."

Your could feel yourself almost shaking, that was a lot to admit for you. You decided to bury your emotions in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, rocking you back and forth.

sniff.

"Are you sniffing me again?" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," You sobbed ", but you smell too good right now."

"Okay, that's enough for you, lil freak," He rolled you off of him, and onto the bed.

With a pat to your stomach, he left the room to hop in the shower.

He really did smell good though...

A/N: Okay y'all this is my first time writing in a bit, also it is 5 AM, im not editing this teehee

This is loosely based off experiences I've personally had with boyfriends, and YES when you love someone enough their sweat smells sooooo good omg

Anyways, you can generally assume in my writing that the reader is black, so take that as you will. I hope this was enjoyable even if it's lowkey crack. Thank you !

[peaches2217]

"I think I'm a woman," Luigi blurts out one night. He doesn't really mean to; he's sitting in bed with Peasley, who's flipping through this week's issue of Lentiltainment Weekly, and he himself has been staring at the same page of his book for the past half hour. This is a thought that's been circling through his head for too long now, he supposes. It's gonna lead him nowhere if he doesn't at least try to talk it out.

Peasley blinks up from his magazine. He looks surprised, but not at all unsettled. "Huh." He takes one last glance at the page he's on before setting his reading material aside, an action Luigi finds himself mimicking. "Are you thinking of changing your name, then? Of course, there's no rush if you haven't settled on anything. We can prepare the announcement in the meantime."

"...Announcement?"

"That you're to be addressed as Princess Consort moving forward," Peasley says, almost offhandedly, like it's the most obvious and casual thought in the world. "We'll make a feast of it if you'd like. Ah! How about I commission Madame Haricot? I'll have her tailor the most exquisite gown you've ever worn, adorned with the most brilliant of jewels! It's the least I could do for such an occassion."

Luigi almost forgets that his situation isn't quite that simple, because he's so grateful that this is the man he married, someone who so desperately loves him no matter his identity. But there is more to it, and that's something he can't ignore.

"It's not— I mean there's..." Luigi shakes his hands as he searches for his words. "It's not like 'Ope! I'm not a guy after all!' I'm... I feel like I'm definitely still a guy, but I'm also not, y'know? And I just... I don't know. I mean, am I a guy or a girl or what?"

Peasley, absently mirroring Luigi's nervous stim, hums. "Perhaps you're both," he suggests. And for a moment, something within Luigi's chest feels warm and light. It makes sense, at first blush, that he can't settle on one or the other because he's not one or the other, but—

"I can't be both."

"Whyever not?"

"Because..." and Luigi has to stop to find his words once more. To Peasley, to his entire species, such matters usually are as simple as Why not both?. After all, logic dictates that no living organism should be both a plant and a mammal, yet here's an entire species that is. When your entire existence is a paradox, everything else seems so straightforward.

On top of that, Beanish views on such matters as gender are quite lax, owing greatly to the fact that they're predominantly intersex. Babies are typically assigned either male or female, but many decide somewhere down the line that they're another gender, or some mix of genders, or no gender at all; a young Beanish person independently affirming their identity is as much a coming-of-age tradition as turning sixteen and getting your first car is in the world Luigi comes from. Peasley himself went through it, disagreeing with the gender he was assigned at birth and being re-crowned as a prince in response. It's incredibly common.

But they're Beanish, and Luigi is human, and just because he married into a society without strict gender rules doesn't mean he himself can adopt those rules. Right...?

"I don't know," he finally says, because he's not sure what else he can say. He's frustrated, because he wants the answer to be that simple, to be able to say he's as much one thing as the other, to accept himself as he is rather than try to figure out what he isn't. But he's just not sure.

"Well... it's okay not to know." Peasley kicks at the blankets covering their legs so he can more comfortably face Luigi and take his hands. There's warmth in his deep brown eyes, a warmth Luigi knows all too well yet is certain he'll never understand.

"I don't like not knowing who I am," he confesses. He's sure he sounds like a whining child, but the uncertainty so deeply rooted within him is agonizing.

"You're my Greenie." Peasley gives his hands a gentle squeeze, smiling softly. "We can figure out the rest as we go. Until then, that remains an unshakable truth."

And Luigi can't help but smile back, swallowing thickly against the threat of oncoming tears. He knows Peasley doesn't fully understand his uncertainties. They grew up in two very different worlds. But he knows how deeply affected Luigi remains by the taboos of his old world, and he can see that in the loving gaze across from him: the assertion of Even if I'm not sure where you're coming from, I'll be right here with you no matter what.

"...I can still commission Madame Haricot if you'd like," Peasley says after a moment, and something in his smile looks a touch more mischievous. "I'm sure a new gown will cheer you up."

"I'm starting to think you're offering more for your own sake than for mine."

"Well it's not my fault you're so exceedingly attractive!" And Peasley sounds so suddenly defensive, almost offended, that Luigi can't help but burst into laughter.

"Okay!" He tries to match Peasley's defensive tone, but he's laughing too hard to sound convincing, and that in turn breaks Peasley from his pouting spell. "Okay, let's do it."

"Oh, I was so hoping you'd say that!" Peasley cheers and pulls Luigi into him, and all at once his uncertainties are forgotten, at least for now. They'll be back, and they'll undoubtedly weigh on him, but no matter what, he won't be alone. No matter what, he'll be loved.

[vintagepresley]

Big daddy Elvis, taking full advantage when you’re drunk, with some angry/physical outbursts 🥵🥵

Thanks for the request! ❤️

TW: SMUT 18+ Drunk reader, consensual sex, rough sex, slapping, use of the word slut, mentions of blood.

If someone had told you that you would be drinking and sitting right next to Elvis Presley, you'd think they were nuts. But it was real even through your hazy eyes, it was definitely real. You wanted to pinch yourself because it was a dream to even be breathing the same air as him. You had just finished watching him perform and he was amazing and handsome as ever up on that stage. When he invited you back to his suite you couldn't pass up that opportunity to get a chance alone with him. He made sure you sat by his side all night and that the drinks were flowing which you were beginning to lose count of how many you had. But you didn't care. The more drunk you got the more giggly you had become around him and he thought it was the cutest thing. He couldn't keep his eyes or his hands off you the entire time. You were too tipsy to even pay attention when he'd slip his hand up and down your thigh just squeezing and rubbing against it with a smirk on his lips, sneakily inching it further up your mini skirt and keeping it there.

By the time everyone had finally left his suite for the night it was just the two of you now and Elvis began to kiss along your neck and you giggled trying to push him away. "Aw, honey, what's the matter? I thought this was what ya wanted?" his low voice mumbled into your ear. Your head was all fuzzy and your vision hazy as ever. "I do.. But.. I've had too much to drink." you said softly. He cupped your face in his big hands and placed a soft kiss to your lips. "I promise to be gentle with ya, baby. Y'know ya want to.." he whispered against your lips and he slipped his hand down between your legs. "Elvis.. No..I-" but he cut you off as he roughly grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you forward and planting another kiss to your lips, this time it was deeper than the first. You caught yourself letting a quiet moan slip. He smirked against your lips. You didn't know how you could possibly resist and you certainly weren't in the best state of mind to make any kind of decisions, so you gave into him and his desires. His wandering hands slipping beneath your mini dress and yanking your panties down until he had completely rid you of them as his lips devoured yours as he laid you down on the couch.

It felt like the entire room was spinning as you laid there on your back and the hazy view of Elvis climbing on top of you and lifting your dress up to expose your pussy to him. The sounds of his belt unbuckling as he moved between your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he tugged you forward. You let out a soft whimper and then light groan when you felt the weight of him on top of you. His right hand wrapping around your throat as he leaned down and your hands pressed against the part of his chest that was exposed. "Gonna be a good girl for me, aren't ya?" he whispered into your ear. You just nodded hardly able to keep it together as your world was spinning before you. He smirked and he reached down running two of his fingers between your wet velvety folds. "Aw, honey, so wet already and we ain't even gotten started.." he hummed. You whimpered from his soft touch which only caused you to get even wetter.

Your whole body shivered the moment you felt his cock rubbing against your pussy and a soft moan escaped you. He bit down on his bottom lip as he groaned teasing the head of his cock between your wet folds and gently slapping it against your sensitive clit. All his little teasing causing your hips to buck beneath him and your legs to tighten around his waist. "E-Elvis.." you said in a drunken tone. He ran his thumb across your lips smearing your bright red lipstick. "Shh.." he whispered as he guided his cock inside of your tight pussy causing you to squeal and squirm beneath him and you felt his hand tightening around your throat. "Keep still for daddy.. You're so fuckin' tight.." he groaned. You moaned softly between your quiet kitten whimpers as he pushed himself inside of you and once he bottomed out a loud grunt escaped him and your whole body trembled with pleasure. You were so drunk it felt like heaven to you as he thrusted and slammed inside of you, grunting and groaning directly into your ear as his sweat dripped down onto you. Your eyes rolling back as you moaned loudly, but the alcohol was finally fully taking over that you were nearing passing out.

When Elvis looked at you he furrowed his brow and he gave your face a few slaps and your eyes widen at his roughness. "Uh huh.. Don't ya go passing out on me, sugar." he said in an angry tone as he grabbed a hold of your face and forcing you to look at him as he fucked you. His cold rings digging into your skin the tighter he held your face. His movements were quick and hard as he moved into you deeper and his cock hitting against your walls, stretching you out as he fucked you right into the couch. You cried out his name between your moans, but your words were coming out slurred. You didn't know how much longer you could hold on or stay awake for that matter. He slammed his cock inside of you with such a force that your body convulsed beneath him he was determined to make you take every inch of his cock as he kept his grip on your face his rings drawing blood from how they pierced into your skin but you couldn't even feel it. Your orgasm was building right in the pit of your stomach the sounds escaping you nearly pornographic.

He leaned down kissed your lips sloppily only causing your lipstick to smear even more. "Be a good little slut and cum for daddy.." he mumbled against your lips as a low grunt escaped him. Your hands gripped onto his his suit and your eyes rolled back as your head tilted against the couch and your body felt numb and your legs began to shake as your orgasm came crashing to the surface and your moans practically came out in a scream as you came all over his cock. He smirked as he bit playfully at your beautiful lips. "Such a good fuckin' slut.." he mewled. That was just what he needed to push his orgasm over the edge as it was nearing and he let go of your face and grabbed your thighs, giving them a hard slap and you winced in pain as he held you still fucking you hard deep until he used you for his own pleasure and grunted loudly as he pulled his cock out of you and he gave it a few quick strokes until he came came raining down onto your exposed pussy and onto your dress making a mess of you. "Fuck.." he mumbled as he finished on you.

He kissed your lips again giving your face a few light taps. "Thank you, baby." he whispered. You watched him climb off you and walking into his bedroom to clean himself up. You laid there in your own mess and his and you chewed on your bottom lip trying to comprehend all that had happened and hoping that the next day you'd remember the incredible sex you just had with Elvis Presley.

*

[dreamiedelight]

Day 5 Domestic fluff and Planning for the future :0!

Dnf breakfast talk about kids. O!Dream and A!George

It was a regular day, for once Dream had stepped out of his room, after actually taking a break from his obsession with the project, and he looked relaxed as he made them some pancakes for breakfast.

It had been a while since Dream cooked so George was looking forward to it. He would have been teasing him about being his housewife but his mind was somewhere else.

While waiting for the pancakes to be done, he had stumbled upon a clip from one of his streams where they bumped into a bunch of kids. It had been fun to troll them, but an idea had gotten stuck on his head because of it.

“Dream, do you want to have kids?” The question slipped out of his mind like water, smoothly and without bumping into the million reasons George could come up with that it was a bad idea.

Dream stilled and turned to look at him.

“Uh- Maybe? I did say that by 2036 I would have some kids.” He mused before finally landing on a definite answer. “We could have a kid. If you want to, of course.” He hastily added.

“I do.” He didn’t think he would. “I think- I think you would actually be a great parent.” But if Dream is the other parent then he could see it.

“You too. You would be a good dad, George, maybe trolling them too much.” He said and put the pancakes he had been making on two plates, heading towards their living room.

“I wonder what they would look like. Our kid.” George continued while he took his own plate from Dream.

“I’m sure they would come out with your brown hair and eyes. Those are dominant traits.” Dream said as he walked.

“Dominant, huh?” He teased and Dream rolled his eyes.

“Unless someone in your family had blond hair, you probably don’t have like- the gene.” It seemed that he would go on a tangent but instead he stopped talking and looked like was thinking about something.

“So they won’t come out with your ‘blond’ curls?” He fake pouted.

“They will most likely be bald, y'know? Like most babies.” Dream smiled at his antics.

“Ah!” He makes a silly gesture of knowing something, it makes Dream’s smile widen. “So you would cheat on me with Sapnap!” He accuses playfully.

“What? No!” Dream laughed and George basked on the sound.

“What would you name our kid?” He asked, curious about Dream’s answer.

“If they are a girl, Annabeth.” Dream said immediately, like he had thought about it before. Now, George didn’t know much about Percy Jackson, but even he knew that one of the characters’ names was Annabeth.

“So if they are a boy we name him Harry Potter?” He arched an eyebrow.

“They wouldn’t have that last name!” Dream said. “If we named him Harry then it would be Harry Davidson.”

“Davidson.” In his mind an image started forming, of Dream wearing white, with his face covered by a veil.

“We aren’t even married.” It was all he managed to say while being half stuck in what seemed like a dream.

“I mean- Well- Whose fault is that?” Dream stuttered as he shakily put down his plate of pancakes on their coffee table.

“Really, Dream? Expecting the alpha to propose?” He copied Dream’s actions and set down his own plate.

“I have literally lost count on how many times I have asked you to be my valentine. And you said no!” He pointed at him. “I’m done being the one who asks. Now- Now it’s your turn.” With that he crossed his arms and sat down on the couch.

“You will end up being the one who asks. You will get impatient.” He said while walking towards Dream.

“I won’t.” His joking tone seemed to spur on a challenge.

“You will.” George played along.

“No. I won’t.” Dream made what was probably meant to be a serious face but failed with how his eyes were clearly smiling.

George leaned down and put both of his arms around Dream’s face, encasing him, Dream purred.

“He loves feeling small.” And George loved making him happy.

They kissed slowly, no need to go fast when they knew they had each other and won’t be separated by an entire sea anymore.

Their scent mixed as they had many times before. Chocolate and strawberries.

“More like chocolate covered strawberries.” He thought as let out more of his scent, completely bathing Dream in it.

If they continued like this they would soon find out how their child would look like.

Having in mind that they weren’t in their room, he detached himself from Dream, plopped himself beside him and relished in being so close to his mate, his very happy mate that was releasing happy pheromones.

“Just for the record, if they were a boy, I would name him Nick.” Dream whispered, like a secret that must be kept.

“Nick?!” He asked with fake indignation.

Before Dream could retort to that, a yell came from upstairs.

“What?!”

It seemed that he had screamed loud enough for Sapnap to hear them.

“Nothing! It’s just George being stupid!” Dream explained.

“He always is!” Sapnap agreed.

“You are the stupid one!” George yelled back, always one to provoke Sapnap.

Sapnap didn’t yell back but they both heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“My pack is just full of idiots.” Dream complained while reaching for his pancakes.

“Well we are your idiots. Can’t get rid of us now.” He replies while taking his own plate and hiding it behind their TV. Sapnap would be here any moment and George wasn’t going to let him have any of his pancakes.

[polyhexian]

Y'know what, Belos is lucky Jasper didn't exist during Enoch's timeframe. Kids are the one thing that consistently manage to break Jasper out of his brainwashing.

Jasper like "child? in the castle? castle child? live-in castle child? easy access to live-in castle child??" :D

Jasper: *doesn't actually know how to talk to a child* Enoch: *isn't a normal child anyway so it all works out*

Caitlyn wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw him at first because she doesn't trust anyone in the EC, but she can't tell him to leave them alone, and she certainly isn't going to ask BELOS to tell him to leave them alone, because Belos would probably do the exact opposite, the asshole. Over time she still doesn't come to trust Jasper but she starts tolerating him. Ahaha god imagine the first time she sees his face its while he's still new and she hates it cuz of how much he looks like Tell and maybe she manages to say something that has him flinch a bit and from then on out he doesn't take the mask off around her. And then the next time she sees his face its cuz he took the mask off with a wince while he didn't realize she was there and she sees the fresh scars. Ouch.

Enoch keeps seeking Jasper out because he's actually willing to teach her how to put someone in a headlock. Belos is too self-centered to realize any of this is happening. OR Belos says "stop teaching the sick child how to fight" and Jasper goes "well he didn't say I couldn't teach you about POISONS" and Enoch's just like, awesome, you're a very useful resource and I might even not hate you.

At some point Jasper puts together that Enoch is a Grimwalker's kid and Belos is an asshole. Caitlyn opens her door at 2AM to find Jasper on the other side like "hey I'm about to dig up a baby and hightail it out of here, if you wanna join me pack your bags."

Things proceed much like MH except Caitlyn's the one clutching a dirty newborn stumbling around the castle ruins until she finds Jasper. Enoch is pissed he didn't invite her to the impromptu Kill Belos Party.

And then, y'know, they go to the Owl House, except it's Dell and Gwen and the girls.

Jasper and Caitlyn would make an interesting…not power couple, but something. A platonic "we're in this hell together" couple. If nothing else they have the traumabond of being trapped under Belos's control and being terrified for their kids' futures. Jasper's got his Grimwalker trauma and Caitlyn has her Loved A Grimwalker trauma and years of getting intimately acquainted with everything Tell was terrified of. Jasper like "I wish I'd been smart enough to figure it out sooner" and Caitlyn like "he would've fucking killed you and we both know it." Jasper like "I wish I could be more like Tell, he sounds so much cooler and smarter than me" and Caitlyn blinks like "only because no one talks about you the same way I talk about him" and then fixes that.

Meanwhile Eda and Lilith are like "why is Cousin Enoch scary" while Gwen is like "that's just the trauma, sweet fleas, be nice!" and meanwhile Dell is just sitting here like. Okay. His sister is alive, and was in a relationship with a Grimwalker, who is dead, and now there's ANOTHER Grimwalker of the same person, who is not his sister's lover, but he's his sister's SOMETHING because traumabonding, and there's a BABY Grimwalker, and also there's a niece who he had no idea existed who is personally offended that she didn't get to kill Belos herself despite being 12. What even is his life anymore.

Jasper showing up at her door like hey if this is weird you can go back to sleep but do you want to help me kidnap my baby and or murder Belos?

Jasper and Caitlyn aren't romantically together but they're still definitely like. Together, in a way. They're both living together and raising their kids together. I guess it's more like two siblings raising their kids together or two roommates that both have children. They're a parent team. Like if MH Alador and jasper were living together lol

Enoch @ every kid at school "my dad could kill your dad"

[live-laugh-wintersoldier]

Bucky Barnes headcanon

This man fucking LOVES you stomach. LOVES IT.

-Love handles? LOVES EM.

what else could he hold onto when fucking you?

Anyways.

-Abs? LOVES EM. KICK HIS ASS PLEASE.

-Got a lil squish? LOVES IT. SOFT. SQUISH. HES OBSESSED BABES. Always had his head or hands on your tummy. He loves how soft and warm

-Plus sized? (Please I hate this word but I couldn't think of anything else that sounds better I'm so so sorry) LOVES IT. He can lift you up so so easily even if hes never tried before. (Trust him. He knows.)

He loves every part of your body. You've got this man so WHIPPED and he doesnt even try to hide it. But he definitely worships your tummy among other things. Always wants his hand under your shirt and on your tummy when you two are alone.

Y'Know what I'm gonna continue this because its been rotting my brain FOREVER

-He loves your tummy; but when you're pregnant? LORD HELP HIM.

-The best word I can used it OBSESSED. totally and full heartedly obsessed. You? The love of his life? His girl? His doll? Carrying HIS BABY? OML

-You definitely wake up in the middle of the night to his head and hands on your stomach, him whispering or singing softly to your baby.

-And after you have your baby?. Hes still so obsessed with your stomach.

-I know I keep using the word obsessed but he just loves you so so much. Would do ANYTHING. and if he finds out you're insecure about your stomach? It just makes him show you how much he loves you more.

Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk

I THOUGHT I WAS SO FUNNY DOING THAT WITH THE CURSIVE SOMEONE HELP