#but honestly... blushing face emoji

[chlorinecake]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ִ ۫ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 | 𝐋.𝐌𝐇

⭑ PAIRING: fuck buddy ! cat dad ! minho x f. reader

𖥻 SYNOPSIS: A broken air conditioner in your best friend's apartment leads to him having to shack up with you until things get sorted, but considering his sex drive, it doesn't take long for things to get steamy in a different way...

⭑ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, temperature play kink, kissing, dry humping, masturbation (f. receiving), minho gets a bit jealous at one part, mentions of food, mentions of enhypen's jake, crying (barely), finger + tit + neck sucking (f. receiving), not proofread

𖥻 WORD COUNT: 5.2k - DAY 5

⭑ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was originally intended to be a gift for @minhosimthings 's 21st birthday, but since I was such an amazing moot and didn't finish writing it in time, I simply decided to save it for now hehe ^^

OCTOBER.

Not usually the warmest month of the year, but it had become precisely that for your close friend Minho when his apartment AC suddenly gave out, leaving him to sleep with nothing but his boxers on almost every night—

“Proof?” You asked via text while ending your three-hour long conversation with him one night.

Ding!

A picture of Lino and his sweat-glazed body took over your phone screen, his toned thighs just barely hanging off his gingham-dressed bed set with a spare pillow being placed precariously in the place where you're certain his bulge would be.

“Since you were so desperate to get a first-hand glimpse of my suffering… hope you're satisfied now,” his text read below the photo, and you smiled at the message, not even bothering to scold yourself for blushing…

“Trust me, this did the trick... can't wait to get you outta that hell hole and in some proper air conditioning, though...”

“Looking forward to it,” Lino texted back with a pink heart emoji, “goodnight now, kitty.”

“Night night!” You returned, feeling your cheeks warm up at the pet-name he used for you, and you used to hate smiling at your phone whenever you got a flirty message from someone, but when it came to Minho, you didn’t mind the butterflies as much…

You laid your head on your pillow, facing the ceiling as a gentle sigh fell from your lips, and the selfie that Lino sent you meddled in the back of your mind, causing your imagination to do wonders in making the photo come alive...

Despite being best friends who admittedly had sex with each other from time to time, Minho, had been the subject of your sexual fantasies for a while now, and you honestly couldn’t blame yourself for it…

I mean, let’s be real, he's got that dark and handsome thing going on with a platinum smile to match.

And let's not forget about his muscular build, too, which is the result of hours spent either dancing or hitting up the gym every week.

You’ve always had a thing for him, and you vividly remember the first night you two crossed the line between strictly friends and something a little more than that.

It was the night right after he got fired from his job, and while upon stopping by your place to cool off some steam, the both of you were two drinks passed tipsy as the sexual tension ran rampant between you.

Y’all were cooking dinner together, and you couldn't help but steal glances at him as he chopped vegetables and sautéed meat...

The way his toned muscles rippled under his T-shirt as he navigated the kitchen was too much for you to handle that night... you remember feeling your panties grow damp in that moment, just like they were now as you imagined him pinning you against the kitchen counter and fucking you completely senseless.

Sliding your hands beneath your covers, you found the hem of your pajama pants while imagining Lino was right before you, telling you to undress for him.

And although your eyes were closed, you could see the whole memory as clear as day, playing each moment over slowly in your mind as if watching a clip from your favorite movie…

You thought about how you put the spoon down that you used to stir the pasta before walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist while sighing at the contact.

Envisioning the way he looked back at you with a mixture of pleasant surprise and desire staining his gorgeous features, you remember feeling his hard cock press against your front.

And back then, it startled you at first… the fact that he had gotten so turned on just from being around you—

“Minho,” you remember whispering to him, and you did the same thing now as you laid on your mattress with a heavy heart, your fingers slowly gliding over your bare cunt in the same way that his fingers touched you before.

In your memory, he only responded by grabbing your waist and kissing you deeply, all before lifting you up onto the counter and spreading your legs apart so he could get between them.

He leaned in close, his breath warm yet shiver-inducing against your face as he whispered back, “I want you so bad, ____…”

He trailed kisses down your neck, making his way to your cleavage where he toyed with your nipple slightly, and you let one of your hands grope your tits to mimic the way he touched you then.

Arching your back against the mattress, you recall moaning faintly as he sucked and bit at your sensitive skin, his skilled hands roaming your body beneath the thin fabric of your shirt.

You reached down for the button on his jeans and undid it before pulling down his zipper to free his aching cock, and you remember stroking it gently as you felt it twitch in your hand.

Lino groaned at your touch, and it wasn’t long before he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the counter, positioning himself at your entrance while teasing your clit with the tip of his cock.

You whimpered, both back then and presently while laying in bed, and you begged him to fuck you as if he was actually there with you.

Using your index and middle finger, you jammed them inside your cunt, crying out in pleasure while imagining your pathetic digits were your best friend’s fat cock thrusting inside you.

You remember being fucked rough and fast by him as his balls slapped against your ass with every snap of his hips, and you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to orgasming.

“M-Minho, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, feeling your walls clench around your fingers as you kept fingering yourself to the memory of him making you love to you, and you eventually did just that…

Your climax ripped through your body like a freight train, and you imagined Minho’s orgasm following yours soon after, filling you up with his hot release.

Panting out loud, you slipped your fingers from your cunt, only opening your eyes slightly now as you melted back into reality, wishing that Minho could be right beside you now like he was back then…

You thought about the way he looked at you with a satisfied smile before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I love you, ____,” his voice responded in the back of your mind as a gentle whisper, and you felt yourself becoming sleepy as you turned to lay on your side, still shaken up from climaxing so fast…

“I love you too, Minho,” you whispered to yourself as if he could hear it, smiling with closed eyes as you finally fell fast asleep, just mere hours from facing the morning ahead of you…

THE NEXT MORNING came by faster than you expected as a now fully clothed and much less sweaty Minho stood at your doorstep, a dainty porcelain dish resting in the grasp of his veiny hands.

You had invited him over to stay over at your place until the broken AC situation at his place got sorted out, and you were more than ready to spend the next few days with him under the same roof as you…

“I come bearing treats,” he chirped with a smile as you welcomed him in with a friendly hand.

He was wearing a dark turtleneck sweater and dark pants to match with an auburn, plaid trench coat to top of his gold accessories.

“Oh, Minho,” you began while taking the tray from him, a certain smell having distracted your train of thought, “you didn't have to go out of your way and… wait… is there espresso in this?”

“Mhm,” your friend nodded proudly while kicking off his shoes before making his way to your all-too-familiar kitchen where he opened the fridge door for you, “with mascarpone creammm, lady fingersss, cocoa powderrrr—”

“You made me tiramisu?” You asked with widened eyes, making him chuckle a bit at your shocked reaction.

“As a symbol of my appreciation since you opened your home up to me, of course,” Lino smiled before leaning against the kitchen counter, and you couldn’t help yourself from giving him a hug in this moment.

At first, his body tensed up at the way your hands felt upon wrapping around him so suddenly, but he eventually relaxed as you lazily spoke the words, “You feel like a human oven right now…”

“And you feel like a freezer,” Minho returned while chuckling, just as you broke from the hug.

“Yea... I guess that happens sometimes when your air conditioner isn't busted…” you shrugged sarcastically, and Minho gives you a painfully forced laugh before following your trail back to the living room—

“Where're your cats?” You inquire, noticing that he had brought all of their play and food gear, but the pets themselves were no where in sight.

“Oh, they're waiting for me in the car, actually,” he said, walking past you to put his shoes back on at the front door.

“So your precious little felines are too good for a local pet-sitter now?” You tease, feeling your heart warm up at the sound of him snickering at your comment.

“Not just that,” he began, “my little kitties are angel's indeed, but I'm not ignorant to the fact that they can be a handful... even for me...”

You let his words sink in, taking a mental note of what he said.

“Want me to help you gather them from your car then?” You offer, meeting him where he stood at the door now.

“Please,” Minho scoffed, side-eyeing you with a small smirk, “you doubt that I can handle my own three baby's or something? I mean... c'mon, have you seen my arms lately?”

“No, actually... just your thighs,” you said while tilting your head at him, clearly checking him out, and the look he gives you would’ve otherwise knocked you clean off your feet if he was any closer to you—

Beep beep.

The sound of Minho’s car blared in the distance as you pressed to “UNLOCK” bottom on his keys upon the two of you making your way outside together.

Single-handedly, Minho opens the door for himself, and you watch with a shy smile as he scoops his cats up in his arms, their dainty paws tugging and scratching at his jacket almost immediately.

“So much for making me feel loved and cherished, you guys...” Minho says jokingly as of his cats can understand his words, and you help by opening the door for him to come back inside when you get a notification from your phone.

The sound catches Minho’s attention immediately, but you’re not aware of the dinging until you hear it again… and again, til you hear it a total of five times.

“Looks like someone’s popular today,” your friend says from behind you while setting his cats down to roam the house freely.

“Eh, it’s probably just my boss,” you return while walking over to your desk to see who the message is from, “I have a meeting later today, and he’s probably just wondering if I’m still up for it…”

Her boss?… Sending her more than three messages in a row?… Minho thought to himself in the back of his mind, and his ears are quick to notice how quiet you get suddenly.

He waits for you to say something… anything at all, but you remain silent, a focused expression taking over your face now as your thumbs tap your phone screen like crazy.

Ding.

Another message comes through, and Minho can’t ignore the curiosity brewing inside him anymore.

“Who’re you texting?”

“A friend… good thing it wasn’t my boss…”

“What friend?” He asks again, and he’s trying to hide the irritation in his voice as you fail to look him in the eyes while speaking to him.

“Just Jake…”

“Jake?” Minho repeated, almost sounding disgusted that you had even said such a thing, “you mean that… that dog guy?”

“If that’s what people are calling him these days, then yes, that dog guy,” you return plainly, eyes still glued to your phone.

Minho makes sure your front door is locked before walking past you to grab the remote from your desk, clicking the TV on so his cats could watch something while sitting on your couch.

“Whatever,” he scoffed beneath his breath, and you only spare him a quick glance before going right back to texting, “you’re clearly more of a cat person anyways… right?”

“Lino, he was just wishing me good luck at my meeting, alright?”

Yea, the meeting you didn’t even bother telling me about, Minho thought to himself again before your voice interrupted him to say:

“It’s really not that deep…”

“Right… not like I'd expect much depth from Mr. Short-Stuff to begin with—”

“Bro, knock it off, will you? You two are literally the same height for crying out loud…”

“Who said I was talking about height?”

You look up from your phone, giving him a deadpan look as you sighed with frustration, “Minho…”

“Alright, alright, I'm knocking it off now, relax…” he said as the sound of a random TV show filled h the w background now, and he internally rolled his eyes at the way you were acting with him now.

“Thank you…” you replied half-heartedly before setting your phone down on your desk finally, “and enough about Jake for the rest of the time you’re here, please… he's not a concern to you…”

“Yea, of course,” Minho sarcastically agreed as he made his way over to sit on the couch with his cats, “no concerns… no worries… you and I are just friends at the end of the day, too, right?”

“Right… just friends…” you returned, just as the alarm clock on your phone went off this time.

“Shit, I gotta get ready… I’ll be doing my meeting here at my desk, so if you could turn the TV off once I come back, that’d be great, yea?” You asked in a rushed tone, and Minho simply nodded, right before you made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Sighing, the poor guy couldn’t help but feel threatened by Jake’s presence in your life… and as hard as it was for Minho to admit, Jake was a good looking guy who had an equally attractive personality to go with it…

“We’re just friends,” Minho said to himself in a mocking tone as his cat Dori crawled into his lap, purring softly for cuddles…

“Yea,” he continued to say out loud, feeling the stress in his hands barely ease away as he massaged the top of Dori’s head, “friend’s who fuck each other…”

ABOUT AN HOUR had passed before your meeting was finally all done and over with, and to your favor, everything turned out great!…

Though, you still expected to be glued to your desk for at least another hour or two as your boss had assigned you with a new company proposal to work on.

Your home-printer had just finished spitting out a stack of 25 sheets of paper that you were expected to have proof-read and revised by the next morning.

Yes, you genuinely did love your job… but sometimes, the workload could be a handful, and it wasn’t helping one bit that Lino and his cats were having a play date just a few feet away from you.

Cat toys like fuzzy balls and squeaky fish decorated your floor like a daycare center as the three animals crawled on every surface they could in your home.

Paying Minho a quick look, he was still sitting on the couch, Soonie laying on his chest as he brushed over her fluffy body with his hand, cooing at the sleepy creature…

Seeing Minho behave so lovingly with his pets always touched a soft spot inside you, and that’s when he senses your eyes are on him, turning his head on the couch briefly to return a glance.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” He began, and the cat visibly purred at the feeling of Minho’s deep voice vibrating against her body.

“Very,” you said softly, looking away now as you reached for the nearby stapler, clipping the stack of paper in place, “so beautiful that it’s distracting, in fact…”

“I wasn’t talking to you, silly,” Minho chuckles, making your eyebrows screw into confused squiggles—

“I was asking Soonie about you…” he finishes, looking back at your for a second with a loving look in his eyes, and you try not to smile at his words, only because you know how much he likes teasing you for getting flustered with him…

You loved the way Lino’s presence always had a way of warming you up from the outside-in, and you almost started to feel guilty for giving him such a hard time earlier.

Clink!… Splash…

“Dori, watch out!” You called out suddenly with a loud voice, and Minho turns to see what you’re yelling about.

“That’s Doongie, ____… she’s the orange one, remember?” Minho asked jokingly, but you’re too distressed now to pay his humor any mind.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have bought so many cats so I could recall their goofy names better…” you sighed with a broken voice now, looking at the mess before you that Minho was still oblivious to…

Dori, Doongie, or whatever he name was had leaped onto your desk out of excitement, only to knock over your cup of coffee, causing it to spill all over the documents you just printed…

And yea, it was obviously an accident, but this was the second time today that you ran into an obstacle since Minho arrived, and you couldn’t hold back your anger anymore…

“Heyyy, that’s not nice,” Minho began with a pout, though his voice sounded quiet in your ears as your eyes started to brim with frustrated tears, “my kittie's were very respectful when you first joined the family… even when you always stole their daddy’s attention…”

With a quiet sniffle, you wiped the tears from your eyes as fast as you could before Lino could notice it, sulking to yourself as you thought about how long it’d take to reprint all the papers and go over them with new revisions again…

“You’re right, Lino,” you said in a weak voice, picking up the curious orange cat from your desk as she was only starting to track coffee-paw prints all over your keyboard, “And sorry, Doongie… I shouldn’t have yelled at you...”

Everything was stressing you out, at this point, and it only made you feel worse for being such a miserable host to Minho, especially in his first day over.

“I’ll come back in a bit to clean this up, but I just need to lay down for a minute if that’s okay?” You whispered, and by time Lino could process everything that was happening l, you were already walking off back to your room.

“C-clean up?… ____, come back please,” Minho stood up from the couch, calling after you only to have you shut the door at his words… literally…

A small sigh fell from his lips as he walked over to where you sat, and he’s just now becoming aware of the huge mess of coffee and soggy papers all over your desk.

“Oh, Doongie…” Minho sighed again, looking back at his cat who sat quietly at the very top of the cat tree set, playing with one of the fuzzy toy balls she had carried from the floor, “way to go ruining my romantic moment…”

MINHO TOOK IT upon himself to help and tidy things up while you were regathering yourself in your bedroom.

Sure, he usually didn’t handle household chores much beyond cooking or baking, but he still made it his duty to correct some of the damage he had cost in one way or another.

A pile of dirty dishes in your sink became the centerpiece of your kitchen, coupled with the mini trashcan in the corner being filled to the top with old coffee pods, crumbled up sheets of paper, and takeout containers.

Though, by now he had already replaced the dirty trash bag with a new one, wiped off the coffee splatters from your desk and keyboard, printed a new copy of your work documents, and jotted down all the revisions you made to the best of his ability,

All that was left to do now was tackle the dishes you left behind...

Running some warm and bubbly water for the dishes, Minho slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, grabbed a sponge, and started scrubbing away.

You could faintly hear the clinking of plates from your room which made you run out to see what he was up to.

“Hello again, stranger….” Minho greeted sarcastically, despite the way he smiled at you.

“Hey…” you returned quietly while walking behind him and wrapping your arms at his waist... a gesture you're just now realizing you did a little too frequently to call yourselves just friends...

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you continued, looking beside his frame to watch as he rinsed the bubbles from around the sink, “I should be cleaning my own messes, Minho... you're supposed to be a guest, for Christ's sake…”

“I know,” he says softly, mirroring the tranquility in your tone, “just figured you could use the extra help, though…”

Slipping off the gloves, he hangs them over the sink, before removing your hands from hugging him, “Go in the den real quick, and I'll meet you in there...”

And either being too exhausted to object or simply obedient to his dominance, you do exactly as he says, walking back to the living room and taking a seat on the couch... and you're glad to find that his cats are sleeping in their shared kitty bed, resting soundly together.

Meanwhile, Minho was busy rummaging through your fridge, looking for the dessert tray he had brought earlier. He wanted to cute you a nice square of tiramisu from the dish before heading back to the living room, a single fork clad in his grasp.

You watched him with a raised eyebrow as he approached, placing the plate of tiramisu in your hands. He then settled at the end of the couch across from you, reaching down to grab your ankles and pull your legs toward him.

That was odd, you thought to yourself, very odd...

“So, let's skip the bullshit here and cut straight to the chase,” he began in a low voice, shamelessly letting his fingers trail up your calves before parting your legs open at the knees; “You’ve been trying to avoid me, haven't you?”

You let yourself blink a few times before challenging him in a similarly catty tone, “I don’t know, have you given me a reason to?”

“Of course not… Hell, I even made you this fancy ass dessert from scratch... you should be praising the air I breathe right now...”

“Alright, Gordon Ramsey... give me a second to taste it first and then I’ll decide if you deserve that much…” You replied, taking the fork that he handed to you from his grasp before sticking it into the fluffy treat and bringing it to your mouth.

“Finally... now how's it taste?” He asks, tilting his head at how long you took to swallow such a small bite.

“It's delicious,” you return with a nonchalant voice to egg him on even more, even though deep down you had to fight the urge to take another bite.

It was almost shocking how good it tasted, and his ratio of all the ingredients was worth cultivating an entire culinary study for...

Though, your train of thought was soon interrupted once he leaned in closer to you, resting his flexed hands on the couch armrest you laid your head on, caging you beneath his frame...

“Y'know... you seemed much more pleasant over text the other night, but now... you're cold… what changed?” Minho asked, and you fought the feeling of nerves growing within your stomach, thinking back to how you imagined him on top of you just like this while you fucked yourself dizzy with your fingers...

“Maybe it’s this,” you whispered, tugging at the lower hem of his shirt, as a glint of playfulness flickered in his eyes, “you should know by now how bothered I get when thing's keep getting in the way of my desires...”

“Good, then. I’ll keep it on so you have something to hang onto,” he returned through a smirk, and you scoffed at him, right before taking another bite of the tiramisu.

“Please, just drop the act, ____,” Minho chuckled at your failed attempt at being intimidating, “You’ve practically been eye fucking me this whole time, anyway, so it's no surprise you’ve been so moody all day… you need me to fuck your nerves away, huh?”

“Oh, don't flatter yourself, Minho,” you retort, even though the dirty manner of his words makes you feel a rush inside.

Clink.

You take the fork, digging into the tiramisu once more as you gathered a hefty forkful, right before feeding some to Minho.

Though, a bit of the cream lingers at the corner of his mouth, and you moisten the tip of your thumb with your own spit before swiping at his lips and asking, “You always eat this messy?”

And Minho only responds with the fattest smirk you've seen all day, grabbing your wrist as he took your whole thumb in his mouth, humming around it as he sucked it clean before releasing it with a pop.

“You freaky bastard—”

“Just admit that you miss my touch…” Minho interrupts your insult, his voice laced with seduction as he shimmies all the way between your legs now, pressing his crotch against yours, “you’re doing anything you can to put your hands on me, anyway… so why don't you just take what you want?”

His question meddles in the fog of your mind, and you feel your heart rate start to increase just from having his body pressed so close to yours...

It was different from the times when you'd innocently hug him... it was different from the fantasies you had in the darkness of your room while completely alone... and above all, it was different when you were sober, fully present to experience every emotion bubbling inside you, even the nervous ones.

“Poor baby,” Lino pouts, and his voice pulls you back from your thought, shivering from wishing as he takes the cold, metal fork and runs it along the side of your neck, “you're too shy for your own good...”

His words resound in the back of your mind again, and you're not sure how long they linger there, but before you know it, he has his lips against yours, kissing you deeply as the thought of tiramisu is long gone, the pastry plate sitting on the floor now.

And he's groaning into your mouth, the taste of espresso on his tongue making you chase his lips even more, but only for his hand to keep pushing you down by the chest.

“M-Minho,” you mumble in between kissing him, “could you stop teasing me for one fucking second, please?...”

He lets himself chuckle at your neediness, smiling against your lips now as he whispers, “Sorry, kitty... I just like getting you worked up sometimes...”

And that's when your turn comes around to make him feel flustered as you let one of your hands find the base of his neck, and his breath hitches as you squeeze slightly, watching as the sexiest smirk overtakes his face now.

Leaning back down, Minho kisses you even harder now, and his hips can't help but to grind against you, and even though his movements are gentle at first, you let out a desperate moan that let's him know to keep going.

Both your bodies were heating up like crazy now as Minho's hand slowly crept under the soft cotton of your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach.

His breath was just as hot against your lips as his tongue danced with yours, making you shiver with anticipation as you both explored and claimed every inch of each other's mouths.

Foul wet sounds were filling the space now as his pelvis kept bumping into yours, rolling against you in fluid waves as if he was doing the sweetest dance of lust with you.

Minho's hands found their way under your shirt again, but this time he reached for the clasp of your bra, unhooking the latch with deft fingers and freeing your aching breasts from the confines.

You whined into his mouth as his hands cupped the weight of your tits, letting his thumbs teasing your nipples to hardness as your hands got equally busy, clinging at his shirt as you fought to get it off of him.

As your palms made contact with his warm flesh, you dug your nails into his back, urging him closer to you as a shaky grunt slipped past his own lips now, glaring at you with darkened eyes as the pain you caused mixed with pleasure.

Breaking from the kiss, Minho left a trail of wet kisses along your jaw before stopping at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.

He sucked and nibbled, marking you as his, and your eye rolled to the back of your head at the tantalizing feeling of his rough bulge humping against your clothed cunt.

It wasn't long before you two decided to change positions, though, straddling Minho's lap so that his rock-hard erection was trapped between your two bodies, allowing you to rock your hips at the perfect angle to draw him over the edge.

And you both were cursing under your breath at this point, practically drooling at the sensation of you rubbing your heat against his hardening length through your clothes.

Forcing you down and against his body, Minho captured your mouth in his again, claiming it with urgency as his tongue mimicked the rhythm of your hips.

You felt your arousal start to seep through your panties, and that was likely the last straw Minho needed to let himself go, whining beneath you as your hips bucked against his erratically.

“Oh, fuckkk!” You cried out, feeling your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Minho, with one final thrust, felt himself cumming in his pants, a warm and sticky stain rising to the surface of his pants now as you cried out each others names, waves of pleasure consuming you both...

Panting and covered in the evidence of your mutual pleasure, you let your spent body collapse against him, hearing his heart race against your head as you laid on his chest.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, a satisfied yet tired smile on his face, “that went by so fast, but it felt so good,” he went on, “so... fucking... good...”

You laughed at his words, feeling how his warm breath tickling the top of your head.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” you added, just as one of his hands moved up to stroke your hair slightly...

Snuggling impossibly closer to him, you hear him let out a sigh, one that started in agreement and ended in painful realization...

“I should probably get cleaned up now so you can finish revising that company proposal before the morning comes,” Minho says, but his words make you cling to him even harder, making it obvious to him that you had no intention of leaving him alone again anytime soon...

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[twisted-broth]

Any of the boys you want do a challenge where (they aren't dating yet) but they are at a fair and they win a bear or a prize and s/o gives them a kiss on the cheek for how many they win and s/o says if they win 10 or more they will give them a kiss on the lips and spend a week together with just them (maybe show like if some did get the kiss and how they would react?) I thought this was cute lol

This has been sitting in my drafts for like a year so I just figured I would post the parts of it that were done.

Leave it to Crowley and Grim to get you into this situation. “Every dorm has to have a booth at the fair, prefect! Maybe you’ll even earn enough money to make some renovations to that shoddy old place!”

Crowley failed to take into consideration how making a carnival attraction costs money to be any good. Any cafe service would need more money and supplies than you could afford, a show would need more than two people, and a game would need prizes.

Grim is not one for bright ideas, but it would seem there was no other solution that wouldn’t cost all your food money for the month. So this is what it came to.

“Knock down all the pins and win a kiss on the cheek from Ramshackle’s prefect! Hit all three targets and he’ll give you a kiss on the lips!!!!”

It was probably in your top five most embarrassing moments of your life as your cat basically prostituted you at the top of his lungs. Surely no one would actually be enticed by a prize like that, right?

Trey

"You always manage to find a way to keep things interesting, don't you? For once I'm glad to be at a school mandated event."

Feels bad. Plays anyway.

No hard feelings, right?

He tells you that you have nothing to worry about, he's really a lousy shot anyway (as if he's not the best spelldrive player on Heartslabyul)

He easily knocks down the first two stacks, but misses the third

Maybe he missed, maybe he found it in his heart to show you mercy

He not-so-subtly implies that he's sure he could find a different way to win the "grand prize"

Despite his big talk, he still has a noticeable blush when you give him a kiss on the cheek

He would also keep an eye on your booth for the rest of the day to make sure not too many people are winning

For your sake, of course

Jade

“It would seem you’ve found yourself in quite the situation there, prefect. Please find it in your heart to forgive me if I take advantage.”

This is the funniest shit Jade has ever seen

How stupid do you honestly have to be to get yourself into this predicament?

Of course he’s playing the game. The scowl on your face when he trades in his tickets to Grim for three baseballs fills him with unbridled delight

His aim is a little wonky and you sigh in relief when his first three balls miss the target

He feigns disappointment before handing over another few tickets to the cat and grabbing the balls again

Of course he was hustling you. He let you think that even for a second you would be safe from this menace. For shame

Each ball is thrown with such force that pins from the first stack fly into the other stacks, easily ensuring that Jade clears the game with ease

He calls it beginners luck. Asshole.

Has the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he leans down to your face to claim his prize

Rook

"Mon amour, what a dastardly situation you've been resigned to! Not to worry sweet dame, I shall save you from the beasts at your heels!"

You knew you were in trouble the minute Rook’s gaze happened to fall on your stall

His eyes narrow and he smirks as he makes his way over to the stall

He's visibly holding back his excitement as he trades his tickets in to Grim

His idea of "saving you" is to hog the game- and the prize- for himself

He hits every stack with effortless accuracy, game after game

The second all three stacks have been knocked down, he prances over to you and leans down for his kiss. You can practically see the flower emojis radiating off his satisfied smile

This will continue until Grim gets fed up with him scaring away customers, or Vil comes to drag him away

You got so used to kissing him that you almost do it again the next time he leans down to talk to you

[rosiebbydoll]

The Right Time - Sukuna x Reader - Chp. 10

Chp. 9 - Chp. 10 - Chp. 11

summary: Your life was blissfully chaotic. Being a single mom and raising a daughter with a bigger attitude than yours was a challenge, but you love every second of it. You decided to move to the city to be closer to work. You’ve been at your new apartment for about three weeks now and everything has been great. Until, your annoyingly hot neighbor decided to open his mouth.

cw: female reader, modern au (no curses), 18+, enemies(ish) to friends to lovers, mechanic!sukuna x librarian!reader, found family, slow burn, fluff, explicit smut, crack, angst, toxicity, Sukuna is emotionally constipated, Nobora is readers daughter, Choso and Yuji are Sukuna’s nephews, Toji is a present father in this, LOTS of family fluff, manga spoilers?

wc: 11k

chp warning: Sukuna pov (for a bit), ANGST, death, acts of violence, talk of mental health issues, Yorozu is a big warning this chapter

a/n: have fun getting slapped in the face with Sukuna lore :D

You texted Toji to pick up Nobara and the boys so fast when Sukuna basically threw you on his bike, you didn’t even wait for a response. Your message was short and to the point: “Pick up the kids. Sukuna and I have to talk.” Sukuna just yelled at his employees to make sure to close the place down properly or they were fired.

And off you both went on his bike.

Toji read your message, cussed up a storm, and grabbed his keys. He wasn’t actually mad—just annoyed about what was going to happen between you and Sukuna. He sent you the middle finger emoji (which, honestly, you were surprised he even knew how to find) and headed out to wrangle four kids.

But you’re too busy to see any of that right now. Your arms are wrapped tightly around Sukuna, your head pressed to his back as the world blurs by. It feels strangely normal, holding onto him as he weaves through city streets and out onto the open road. The wind whips past, carrying away all the words you haven’t said.

But then again, it doesn’t feel normal at all. He hasn’t spoken to you all week. After everything with Yorozu, you didn’t know what to do or what to say. Seeing that side of him—raw, angry, vulnerable—had left you rattled. You knew there was a story behind it all, and after witnessing how Yorozu treated him, you believed Toji a little more when he said Sukuna’s past was complicated. But the silence between you two only let your mind wander to darker places.

At first, you told yourself he needed space. That was fair. Then you saw him when you were getting Nobora ready for school, and your nerves made you awkward. You’d squeaked out a shy “hi” that sounded nothing like you, and he’d just stared, unreadable.

After that, you let things drift, trusting he’d come to you when he was ready. But now, over a week later, you’re just a little pissed it took this long. Still, you can’t complain—you’re back on his bike, arms around him, heart pounding with every curve.

You used to be nervous about riding with him, but now you’re ashamed to admit how much you like the adrenaline rush, the way the world narrows to just you, him, and the road. When he finally slows and turns off onto a familiar, secluded path, your breath catches. He’s brought you back to the same place as before—the scenic overlook, where everything feels quiet and safe.

He kills the engine and helps you off, taking his time with your helmet. When he finally sees your face, he smiles, and you turn away quickly, trying to hide your blush. He starts toward the clearing, settling on a ledge that overlooks the field below with a shallow creek at the bottom. The late afternoon sun casts everything in gold, the creek glinting in the distance.

You stumble after him, heels sinking into the soft ground like a newborn deer. It’s not that you can’t walk in hells, you’re actually pretty good at it—it’s just fucking impossible to walk in heels on grass. You give up, slipping them off and letting the cool, damp earth press against your feet.

Sukuna raises a brow, chuckling. “Why would you wear heels if you can’t walk in ’em?”

You frown, plopping down next to him. “I didn’t know we were going to be in the fucking woods, Sukuna.”

You cross your arms, but you can’t help the way your eyes drift over the view. The field stretches out below, wildflowers nodding in the breeze, the creek winding its way through the trees. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It is beautiful out here, though.”

Sukuna glances at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, it is,” he says, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you.

You turn to look at him, searching his face for answers. For a long moment, neither of you speak. You study every line, every flicker of emotion, trying to piece together the man beside you.

“So…” you start, the word hanging between you.

“So. What do you wanna know?” he asks, one brow raised, voice soft but open.

Your eyes widen and you stare at him like a deer in headlights. “Oh! I mean, I dunno—” You fumble for words, suddenly unsure how much to push.

Sukuna chuckles and leans his head back, resting against the rough bark of a tree. “Don’t be afraid to ask me, baby. I’ll be honest with ya.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the nickname. You should probably yell at him for calling you that again, but the truth is, you missed hearing it. The way his voice wraps around the word makes your stomach twist with nerves and something sweeter.

“Well, I mean… just tell me what you want me to know. If it’s a little story or a whole novel, I’ll listen.” You offer a small, encouraging smile, and he returns it, the tension between you easing just a little.

You add, “And don’t worry—I had Toji get the kids.”

Sukuna laughs, a deep, genuine sound. “Oh, fuck, he’s gonna be pissed.” The two of you share a laugh at the thought, the awkwardness fading away. Sukuna clears his throat, expression growing serious.

“Alright, this is kind of a long one,” he begins, voice steady but quiet.

You nod, settling in beside him. “And I’m listening.” He smiles, and for the first time in days, it reaches his eyes.

He takes a deep breath, gaze fixed on the creek below and begins talking…

Sukuna was always known as a “rough kid”. He carved out a reputation for doing what he wants, when he wants, and damn anyone who tries to stop him. The only person who could ever really stop him was Jin.

Jin’s four years older than Sukuna. He was a senior when Sukuna was just a freshman. Even then, Sukuna already towered over him, broad-shouldered and strong, while Jin’s lean and wiry, with just enough muscle to keep up but not enough to win any fights.

Without Jin’s glasses, it was surprisingly difficult to tell the two brothers apart—their facial features were nearly identical. That never bothered Jin, but when Sukuna was younger, he hated being mistaken for his older brother.

The confusion only stopped after Sukuna came home one day with bold black tattoos carved across his face (he got them when he was 15 by some underground tattoo artist) . Wasuke was pissed and gave Sukuna a good ass whopping for it. Jin, on the other hand, secretly thought the tattoos looked cool, though he’d never admit it to Sukuna. The last thing he wanted was to encourage his younger brother’s already oversized ego.

Jin was the golden child—responsible, patient, and always striving to do the right thing. He’s the one everyone relies on, the steady presence in the family. And Sukuna was a storm that swept through Jin’s carefully ordered life, unpredictable and impossible to ignore.

Whenever Sukuna does something reckless—making a girl cry, mouthing off to a teacher, getting caught fighting in the hallway, or doing drugs—Jin tries to set him straight. He threatens to beat Sukuna’s ass, but it never works. Sukuna fights people all the time and Jin can’t hurt a fly if he tried. Still, he never stops trying to protect his little brother, even when Sukuna makes it impossible.

After enough failed attempts at physical discipline, Jin figures out the one thing that actually gets to Sukuna. “I’m telling Dad you smoke pot if you don’t chill the hell out, Ryomen!” Jin yells, grabbing Sukuna by the ear as they stomp through the parking lot after school.

It was a cheap shot, and Jin knew it all too well. Still, he told himself, it was better than giving his dad something else to worry about. Every time Sukuna walked through the door, it was as if Wasuke was just waiting to start yelling about something—anything.

The man always seemed angry, and Jin couldn’t exactly blame him. Sukuna, on the other hand, treated it all like a game. He insisted he was just having a bit of fun, and maybe one day he’d outgrow it—that was the plan, at least, or so he liked to say.

“Don’t be a fucking bitch, Jin,” Sukuna spits back, shrugging him off as they head for Jin’s battered old car.

“You’re the one being a bitch,” Jin shoots back, exasperated. “You’ve gotten detention every day this week and I’ve covered for you every time. You need to learn to chill. You’re gonna end up in prison one day.”

Sukuna just rolls his eyes, arms crossed as he slouches in the passenger seat. He stares out the window, bored with the lecture, until something—or someone—catches his eye.

It was Yorozu, walking home with her bag slung over her shoulder, her raven hair shining in the afternoon sun. She spots him, and Sukuna’s mood shifts in an instant. He waves and winks at her, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

Jin just sighs, deadpan. “You’re hopeless.”

Sukuna frowns, genuinely confused. “What?”

“Isn’t she the reason you got in trouble?” Jin asks, raising his voice over the sound of the engine as he pulls out of the lot.

“Some punk ass was talking to her, so I punched him in the nose,” Sukuna mutters, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“And you think that’s okay?” Jin asks, sounding more like a worried parent than a brother.

Sukuna groans, slumping further into the seat. “Dude, just shut the fuck up.”

Jin sighs, the weight of responsibility clear in his voice. “I’m just worried, Ryomen. I’m graduating soon, and you’re not gonna have me to cover for you—”

“Jin, I don’t fucking need you to baby me! I’m fine on my own!” Sukuna snaps, the words coming out sharper than he means.

Jin gave Sukuna a long, searching stare, disappointment and worry carved plainly into every line of his face. The silence between them stretched, heavy and unresolved, until Jin finally reached over and flicked on the radio.But no matter how heated their arguments became, some things between them never changed.

Their routine was a silent agreement neither dared to break. They never missed a stop at the convenience store on the corner before heading home, where they’d buy a single ice pop to share. Even on the worst days, when words failed and tempers flared, they clung to this small ritual.

When they get home, Jin lies for him. Saving his ass once again.

Sukuna was always grateful for Jin’s loyalty, even if he never found the words to say it out loud. Jin hid a lot from Wasuke—more than Sukuna ever realized at the time. Somehow, Wasuke remained oblivious to most of the stuff that happened at school, unless the principal called home or he straight up heard about it. There were too many time loud ass neighbors would say they saw Sukuna drinking or hanging with people he shouldn’t and that’s when Wasuke would snap.

And Sukuna was in deep. He was the main dealer at school, selling weed to anyone who had the cash and the nerve to ask. His reputation made him both respected and feared in equal measure. Fights were a regular occurrence. He never backed down, his knuckles always raw and bruised.

Looking back now, Sukuna can see how reckless it all was—the fights, the deals, the constant defiance. But back then, it was just life—messy, wild, and spinning out of control. Through it all, Jin was always there, quietly trying to pick up the pieces Sukuna left behind, patching over the cracks before anyone else could see.

Jin graduated in June and started college that fall. Sukuna never said it out loud, but he was gutted when his brother left. At first, he spiraled—wilder than ever. He started smoking on school grounds, skipping school completely, going to parties, selling more than just weed- mainly pills and sinking deeper into trouble. His grades tanked, and the people he hung out with only dragged him further down.

People like Yorozu.

Guys were drawn to her, but she never pretended to be anything she wasn’t. She was sharp-tongued, brutally honest, and unapologetically herself, no matter who she offended. Sukuna thought he loved that about her—her fearlessness, her refusal to play by anyone’s rules but her own. At the time, it felt like the only thing that made sense.

Uraume was there too, always trailing after Sukuna. They finally started at his school his sophomore year after being homeschooled forever. They had grown up as neighbors and they have always been really close.

When Uraume started school, Sukuna promised their parents he’d look out for them. He felt like an older sibling, teaching Uraume how to fight, how to stand up for themselves, never letting anyone mess with them. He even made them wait outside when he was selling drugs. Uraume always looked up to Sukuna, followed him everywhere, and they couldn’t stand Yorozu.

“So, are you a girl or what?” Yorozu asked one afternoon, sitting under the bridge as they waited for Sukuna to come back. Uraume ignored her, tossing rocks into the creek, jaw set tight.

Yorozu rolled her eyes, pulled out a blunt she’d rolled earlier, and lit up. “Want a hit?” she asked, exhaling smoke.

Uraume shook their head. Then, footsteps—Sukuna’s. He just got back from a deal. He walked over, ruffled Uraume’s hair. “Hey, Yoro, I’m gonna take them home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled, genuine.

Yorozu frowned, standing up. “You’re not gonna walk me home?”

He shrugged. “You can walk with us. I’ll drop them off first and—”

She stomped past, shoving Sukuna with her shoulder. “Don’t bother.”

They watch her walk off, “I don’t like her.” Uruame says and stares off.

Sukuna sighs, “Come on, kid.”

He remembered that day vividly because it was his sixteenth birthday. Yorozu didn’t wish him a happy birthday, not once. He acted like he didn’t care, but it stung. The girl he was falling for didn’t even notice or try to care.

He gave her money from his drug deals, did her history homework (because being the nerd that he was, he actually loved history) and gave her weed whenever she wanted. All she gave in return were the occasional make out sessions. Not that he was complaining—he was a horny teenager—but still.

When he got home with Uraume, their parents, Wasuke, and Jin were waiting, surprising him with cake. They celebrated, laughed, and for a moment, Sukuna felt like a normal kid. He was just happy to see Jin, who’d been so busy at college.

After Uraume and their parents left, Jin pulled Sukuna aside. “I got a birthday present for you,” he said, grinning.

“Why?” Sukuna asked, suspicious. Wasuke smacked him on the back of the head. “Be grateful, damn it.”

Sukuna winced, followed Jin to the garage—and stopped dead in his tracks. There it was, a black Kawasaki. His black Kawasaki that his still has today. The one he’d been talking about since he was nine. He’d shown Jin pictures in magazines, pointed out every bike for sale they ever passed. Now it was real.

He wanted to cry, but his pride wouldn’t let him. Jin clapped him on the shoulder. “I know it’s not a car, but Dad and I talked. Once you get your license, she’s yours.”

Sukuna was speechless, terrified a tear might escape if he looked at his brother or dad in the eye. Instead, he just hugged Jin tight.

Jin laughed, hugging him back. “Happy birthday, bud.”

And you better believe Sukuna got his license within a week. His dad bought him a helmet and gloves, and suddenly, he had a new obsession. The bike became his whole personality—he spent hours working on it, cleaning it. He even started mowing lawns to save up for gear and new parts.

The freedom it gave him was addictive. Whenever he had the chance hit the road, eager to chase down new routes and hidden backroads. There was a raw thrill in discovering stretches of pavement that felt untouched, like they were made just for him. But what he loved most was the rush—the surge of adrenaline when he twisted the throttle on a long, open stretch, the engine roaring beneath him, the wind whipping past, and the world blurring at the edges.

That bike changed everything. Once he ran out of his supplies, he stopped selling—he couldn’t drive high anyway, and he didn’t have time for that crowd anymore. He tried to keep his grades at least at a C. He was busy, focused, and for the first time, he felt like he was getting his shit together.

Yorozu hated it. She hated how it devoured all his attention. The bitterness festered inside her, growing heavier with every ride he took. She wanted his eyes on her. So, in a desperate bid to reclaim his attention, she made her move.

After school she saw Sukuna standing around a crowd of people. So, she walked right in front of him, with all the calculated spite she could muster, and locked lips with some random guy. It was reckless, it was cruel, and she hoped it would hurt him just as much as she was hurting.

It worked exactly as she’d hoped—Sukuna’s eyes darkened with fury the moment he saw her. Without a second thought, he stormed over and landed a solid punch square on the stranger’s jaw, sending the guy stumbling back. Then, with a rough grip, he yanked Yorozu away from the scene, his anger radiating off him in waves.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

She shrugged, pouting. “Oh, look who decided to talk to me.”

He was frustrated. He’d been doing so well—no fights, better grades, trying to stay out of trouble for his dad and for Uraume. “Yoro, I’ve been busy. You know that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I know I’m not important anyway.” She started to cry, and Sukuna’s resolve crumbled. He thought he liked her—at least, he didn’t want to see her cry.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Her eyes lit up. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll take you on a date this Friday. With the money I got from mowing, okay?”

She squealed, kissed him, and walked off, satisfied.

Sukuna meant it. He genuinely wanted to take her out, to show her he cared, to prove to himself—and maybe to her—that he was changing. But then, one crisp morning before school, he ran into his old plug by chance. They didn’t have any bad blood between them, so Sukuna stopped to talk.

“That’s a nice bike,” the guy said, nodding appreciatively.

“Yeah,” Sukuna replied with a grin, running a hand over the handlebars. “She’s my baby.”

They stood there for a few minutes, shooting the shit, catching up on the usual. Then, out of nowhere, the guy said something that knocked the wind out of Sukuna’s chest.

“So, why’d you and Yorozu split? She’s probably the best piece of ass I’ve had in a while.”

Sukuna’s brow furrowed, and he turned to face him, eyes narrowing. “Huh?”

The guy shrugged casually. “She came to me about a month ago, crying, saying you were done with her.”

Sukuna just nodded, swallowing hard, not trusting himself to speak. He couldn’t get dragged into another fight over Yorozu—especially not over her hooking up with someone else. That would be pathetic. This guy wasn’t worth it, and neither was she.

“We’ve been fucking for a while now,” the guy added, smirking. “But we cool, right?”

Sukuna forced a weak smile, masking the sting behind his eyes. “Oh yeah, man, don’t worry. I dropped that bitch because she’s got crabs. She’s dirty as hell.”

It was a lie. Yorozu was actually super clean. She’d grown up in a drug house, so she always tried to keep her image spotless. And they haven’t even fucked yet. But Sukuna didn’t give a damn.

He didn’t know what was funnier—the look on the guy’s face when he said it, or Yorozu’s meltdown when she found out later.

After that, Sukuna knew he could never have anything real with Yorozu. But he never left her. Junior year, they hung around each other just the same—still toxic as ever. They fought, made up, and eventually started fucking. Whenever they could.

Yeah, Ryomen Sukuna was a virgin until he was seventeen—if he said otherwise, he was lying. And Uraume will call him out, since they had the unfortunate timing of walking in on Sukuna and Yorozu too many times.

Something else happened to Sukuna when he was seventeen—he became an uncle.

Wasuke and Sukuna had never really worried about Jin when it came to succeeding. Jin always had his act together, always landed on his feet. But when it came to girls? That was another story. Wasuke, for all his gruff wisdom, had been a self-proclaimed manwhore in his day—a respectful one, he liked to add, but still a manwhore. Sukuna, for his part, took out his stress on Yorozu whenever he could, and when that didn’t cut it, he’d make out with other girls just to make Yorozu jealous. It was a mess, but at least he was honest about it.

Jin, though? Jin never talked about his love life. Wasuke used to joke that his eldest would be alone forever, and Sukuna would tease Jin mercilessly, calling him a super virgin until Jin would threaten to blackmail him with all the dirt he had on Sukuna’s own escapades. That usually shut him up.

So, imagine their surprise when Jin showed up at home one evening with a woman who was very obviously pregnant. Sukuna would never forget the look on Wasuke’s face—he honestly thought he was going to have to revive his dad from a heart attack right there in the kitchen.

Jin was still in college at the time, juggling classes and a paid internship at an elite sales company. That’s where he met Kaori. She was sweet—almost too sweet for Sukuna’s taste—but she fit in with the family better than he expected. She had a way of making everyone feel at ease, even Wasuke, who was a grumpy asshole.

Before long, Kaori gave birth to Choso. Sukuna remembered the first time he held the little brat—Choso was tiny, red-faced, and screaming his head off. Sukuna felt something strange twist in his chest, something warm and terrifying. He almost cried right there in the hospital, but his ego made him shove the baby back into Jin’s arms and escape to the bathroom.

No way was he going to cry over some kid, especially not in front of his brother.

Around that time, Sukuna also landed a job at the local auto shop. He started out working after school on Wednesdays and weekends. The place smelled like oil and old coffee, and his boss was a grumpy old man with a permanent grease stain on his shirt, but Sukuna loved it. The work was honest, the kind that left his hands sore and his mind clear. His boss taught him everything—how to change a tire, how to rebuild an engine, how to spot a lie in a customer’s story.

Work became his sanctuary. If he wasn’t with his family or Uraume, he was with Yorozu, and lately, that felt more like a chore than anything else. She always needed attention, always wanted more than he could give. The auto shop gave him a break from all of that, even if he came home exhausted and covered in grease. For the first time, he felt like he was building something of his own—something that didn’t depend on anyone else’s chaos but his own.

Another year passed. Sukuna was about to graduate. His grades weren’t bad at all—not good enough for scholarships, but something to brag about considering where he’d started. Yorozu, on the other hand, only managed to graduate because she paid people to do her homework or bribed them with drugs. She would never leave that life behind.

Sukuna let her play that game alone. He’d already decided he was going to slowly slip out of her life after graduation. He didn’t know what his future held, but he was determined to keep working, to keep trying, until he figured it out.

At his graduation, he could swear he heard Jin and Wasuke cheering the loudest out of the entire crowd. They were so proud of him—especially Jin. Sukuna was more in disbelief than anything else. He hadn’t really believed he’d make it this far.

Later that evening, Wasuke hosted a small graduation party at the house. The kitchen was packed with family, friends, and neighbors. Laughter and the smell of grilled food filled the air. Everyone was there—except Yorozu.

Wasuke had made it clear she wasn’t welcome. He wasn’t stupid. As years passed he knew what his son had been up to, but he had one rule: Yorozu was not allowed at the house. Sukuna didn’t argue. He understood, even if it made things complicated.

Yorozu, of course, didn’t take that well. She’d noticed how quickly Sukuna left after the ceremony, and she’d overheard Uraume’s parents mention a graduation party at his place. That was all it took for her to see red.

She was angry that Sukuna didn’t want to spend time with her. They should be celebrating together. It’s not like her alcoholic, abusive father would do anything for her. So, she decided if she wasn’t going to have a good time, then no one was.

She walked to Sukuna’s house in her cap and gown, mascara streaking down her face from fresh tears. She saw all the cars parked out front and heard the happy murmur of the party inside.

She stood there for a moment, letting her anger and heartbreak simmer. Then she spotted Sukuna’s shiny black bike parked under the carport—his precious bike, the one he always chose over her, the one he’d never let her ride. She hated that bike. Everything changed when he got that stupid fucking thing.

Without thinking, Yorozu grabbed a handful of loose gravel and hurled it at the bike. The pebbles barely left a mark, which only made her angrier. She stormed over and shoved the bike, sending it crashing onto its side with a sickening thud. Fueled by rage, she started kicking, breaking whatever she could—smashing the mirrors, denting the metal, ripping the leather seat with her sharp nails.

Suddenly, she was yanked away from her tantrum and shoved to the ground. Sukuna stood over her, his face twisted in fury.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he yelled, voice echoing across the yard.

Yorozu gasped, realizing that everyone from the party was now outside, staring at her.

“Why didn’t you tell me—” she started, but Sukuna cut her off, his voice rising even higher.

“What the fuck is your problem? Are you fucking stupid or what?” He was in her face, shaking with anger, when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.

Jin was there, calm but firm. “C’mon, Ryomen.” He turned to Yorozu. “We called your dad. He’s on his way.

“Not happening. I’m fucking leaving!” Yorozu spat, scrambling to her feet and running down the road, her gown flapping behind her.

Wasuke sighed, watching her go. “He’ll see her,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Sukuna stared at his battered bike, fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to scream, to punch something, to let out all the frustration and heartbreak. But he just stood there, jaw tight, trying to hold it together.

Jin stepped up beside him, surveying the damage. “Hey, I’m sure we can fix it,” he said quietly.

Sukuna let out a shaky sigh, then managed a small, grateful smile.

After that day, Sukuna and Yorozu didn’t speak. If they saw each other in public, they acted like strangers. In a way, it was sad—but Sukuna sometimes wanted to thank her for breaking his bike. Because of her, he got to spend the entire summer with Jin.

Jin had graduated college by then he lived only thirty minutes away. He got a fancy job at the same place he interned. But he made it a point to visit as often as he could, and together, they set about repairing the bike. The garage became their workshop, filled with the scent of oil and the clatter of tools.

They’d spend hours side by side—Jin handing Sukuna a wrench, Sukuna cursing at stubborn bolts, both of them laughing at old stories and inside jokes. Sometimes Wasuke would wander in, offering unsolicited advice or just watching them work, pride shining in his eyes.

Piece by piece, they restored the bike. They both learned how to fix a bent rim, how to patch torn leather, how to buff out scratches until the paint gleamed again.

Then one night, as they were replacing a headlight on his bike, Jin tossed Sukuna a beer. Sukuna stared at his brother for a moment, suspicion flickering in his eyes—he thought it might be a trap.

Jin laughed, breaking the tension. “We’re celebrating.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Celebrating what?”

Jin’s smile grew wide, full of pride and excitement. “Kaori’s pregnant!”

Sukuna’s face softened into a genuine smile. “Congrats, man! You’ve been keeping busy.”

Jin frowned slightly, but they both raised their beers in a toast. As they clinked bottles, Sukuna felt a rare sense of peace settle over him. He was happy. He had his brother, his dad was healthy, and he had an awesome little nephew—and now another on the way.

A few months later, Sukuna turned nineteen. To celebrate, he, Jin, and their dad went out to dinner. The three of them were a handful, talking and laughing for hours. Sukuna had been so busy with work, saving up for whatever big plan he was cooking up, so he was genuinely glad to spend some time with his family.

After dinner, Sukuna planned to buy a few scratchers and take a ride before calling it a night. As he stood at the counter checking out, a familiar voice cut through the quiet hum of the store.

“Well, hey stranger,” the voice purred, sweet but sharp like venom.

“Oh, hey Yoro,” Sukuna replied, the nickname so ingrained it was impossible to forget.

She gave him a poisonous smile, and they talked for a few minutes. She told him she was attending community college and living with her aunt now. Sukuna was glad to hear it—he knew her dad was a piece of shit.

He kept his updates short and vague, not wanting to get too attached or reveal too much. He was doing too good with her not being in his life and he couldn’t slip up, not now.

“Well, I’ll see you around?” she purred again

“See you around, Yoro,” he said with a smile, putting on his helmet and riding off.

During the drive, he barely thought about her. It was strange how long it had been since they’d seen each other. He didn’t want to risk ruining the good things he had going, so he planned to avoid her as much as possible.

That plan worked—at least for a little while. They ran into each other again, talked a bit, and by the third time, they made a deal. If they were bored and horny, they’d hook up. No strings attached.

Sukuna made sure to emphasize that.

He stayed focused on his vision—whatever that might be—and didn’t let her distract him. Yorozu was just a casual fuck, a way to get off without complications. He didn’t have feelings for her anymore. Sure, he didn’t want to see her hurt, but she was just someone he knew, someone he was used to.

“You’re really messing with her again?” Jin frowned as they drove to the hospital. Kaori was at work when her water broke. Jin hadn’t gotten the call because he was stuck in a meeting and only saw it thirty minutes later. Now, he and Sukuna were speeding down the interstate.

“We just fuck,” Sukuna sighed.

“How classy,” Jin muttered sarcastically.

Sukuna flipped him off. “It’s not like I’m gonna marry her or anything.”

Jin sighed dramatically. “Oh god, please don’t. That would kill Dad. He’d actually keel over and die.” They both burst into laughter.

After the laughter died down, Jin started, “Speaking of marriage—”

Sukuna’s eyes widened.

“I’m going to ask Kaori to marry me next month.”

Sukuna chuckled and patted his brother’s shoulder. “Only took her having two babies for you to ask, huh?”

They laughed and bickered all the way to the hospital. When they arrived, Kaori was already dilated to nine centimeters, screaming for Jin. Like the good man he was, Jin profusely apologized for being late and stayed by her side through the rest of the labor.

Outside the waiting room, Sukuna, Wasuke, and little Choso sat together on a row of chairs. Choso swung his legs restlessly, his sneakers thumping against the metal frame, mumbling a stream of words that Sukuna could only half decipher. Wasuke, meanwhile, had dozed off, his head tilted back and mouth slightly open, snoring softly.

Eventually, Choso couldn’t sit still any longer. He hopped off his chair and began running up and down the hallway, his laughter echoing off the sterile walls as he tried to burn off his excess energy. Sukuna watched him dart back and forth, a small smile tugging at his lips. Honestly, it was pretty entertaining—better than anything else this dreary hospital could offer.

Somehow, Choso had become Sukuna’s little best friend. Whenever he had the chance, Sukuna would take him to the corner shop for snacks, or to the park to chase pigeons and climb on the jungle gym. Once, he’d even tried to give Choso a ride on his bike, but Kaori and Jin had freaked out the moment they found out.

They threatened Sukuna that if he didn’t stop putting Choso on the bike, they wouldn’t let him watch over the kid anymore. Sukuna called them lame and told them to back off, but in the end, he decided it was easier to just keep Choso off the bike.

At least, not until he was older.

About an hour later, Jin emerged with teary eyes. “You guys ready to meet Yuji?”

Choso immediately clapped and jumped up and down. His parents had been talking about him becoming a big brother forever, and now it was finally happening. Sukuna nodded and nudged Wasuke awake, who jolted upright so fast acting like he wasn’t just drooling all over himself.

When Sukuna met Yuji for the first time, it was different from when he’d first held Choso. Yuji wasn’t crying—just wide eyed and impossibly alert for a newborn, his tiny head turning as if he were already trying to take in the world. Sukuna could have sworn the baby smiled at him, a fleeting expression that made his heart ache in ways he didn’t know it could.

He was in love instantly.

What made it even more surreal was how much the baby resembled him. Sure, everyone always said Jin and Sukuna looked like twins, but Yuji—he looked just like Sukuna had as a baby. There was no question Yuji was Jin’s son, but the resemblance was uncanny.

Choso was obsessed with his little brother from the start. He’d hold Yuji every chance he got, chattering about cartoons, bugs, or whatever popped into his head. Watching Jin with his two sons, Sukuna sometimes had to look away to blink back tears.

His brother had built a life for himself—a career, a beautiful family. He was a good man, and Sukuna knew how lucky he was to have him. He tried to cherish every moment, holding them close like treasures he was afraid to lose.

A month passed in a blur. Sukuna worked long hours at the shop, and had been so busy helping with Jin’s big secret. Tonight, Jin was finally going to propose to Kaori at a nice restaurant. Sukuna had made the reservation himself, double-checking every detail. It was the least he could do for his brother, and honestly, it was about time. Jin and Kaori had been together forever and already had two kids. Sukuna was excited to see them finally make it official.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s arrangement with Yorozu continued, casual and detached. They didn’t hang out. If she needed something and it wasn’t out of his way, he’d help, but that was it. It felt transactional, but it filled a gap in both their lives. He didn’t want to lose that, not now.

But today was different. Yorozu called the shop—something she never did, she knew not to because Sukuna would go off on her. The first time, Sukuna’s boss answered, and Sukuna told him to say he was busy. After the sixth call, though, Sukuna finally picked up, more annoyed than anything.

“What, Yorozu?” he grumbled.

“I need to borrow your car,” she said bluntly.

Sukuna hesitated. He had his bike, but Jin had given him his old junker car after upgrading, and Sukuna kept it around for rainy days and not wanting to put so much wear and tear on his bike. It was just luck that he had driven it to work today. He couldn’t imagine why Yorozu needed it—she hadn't asked for a big favor in a while.

“Why?”

She sighed, the fatigue in her voice unmistakable. “I have to get everything out of my dad’s house. When I moved out, I left most of my stuff. He’s getting evicted, so I need to grab my things. I’d rather not carry it all and walk.”

Sukuna let out a long sigh. She never asked for something like this, and he knew her relationship with her dad was a mess. He’d rather let her drive that old car than walk. They were on “good terms” these days, he didn’t want to lose that, so against his better judgment, he agreed.

“Yeah, but I need it back before five. I’ve got family plans tonight.”

Yorozu scoffed. “I will.”

It sounded half hearted, but an hour later, she showed up at the shop. Sukuna handed her the keys, warning her not to mess with anything. If she broke something, she’d never use the car again. She just smiled sweetly and left.

After she was gone, Sukuna got back to work. The day was busy—too many cars, too many customers who thought they knew more than him because he was only nineteen. He proved them wrong, though. He always did.

As the afternoon wore on, five o’clock came and went. Dinner was at 7:00, and Sukuna wanted to get home, change, and be ready on time. By 5:30, when Yorozu still hadn’t answered his calls, he gave up and called Jin, furious at himself for letting his guard down.

This is what he got for trying to be nice. For trusting someone, even a little.

It was his own dumbass fault.

So, he swallowed his pride and called Jin, expecting an earful.

“Hey, Ryomen! I’m getting ready now, gotta pick up Kaori, Dad’s got the boys—”

“I need a ride,” Sukuna said, defeated.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asked, instantly alert.

“I let Yorozu use my car—”

“Are you serious right now?” Jin sighed.

“Can you just come get me, please?” Sukuna huffed.

“I gotta stop and get Kaori, then I’ll be on my way. Just so you know, you’re getting a lecture about this tomorrow.”

“Yeah, whatever. See you when you get here. Love you.”

There was a pause, then a soft chuckle. “Love you too, Ryomen. I’ll be there soon.”

Sukuna had never said that to Jin before. They showed it in their actions, never in words. It felt strange, but he was glad he’d said it.

He told his boss he’d close up the shop since he had to wait anyway. He busied himself with shutting everything down, but as the minutes ticked by, a cold anxiety crept in. It’d been over an hour. Jin never took this long. He called Jin sixteen times.

No answer.

That had never happened. Jin always answered on the first ring.

A sick feeling twisted in Sukuna’s gut. That heavy, sinking dread—the kind you get right before the world falls apart.

Then the phone rang. It was his dad.

When Sukuna talked about that call later, he said it felt like a bullet tearing through his chest.

“Jin got in a car accident. it doesn't look too good.”

Wasuke didn’t have time to say anything else. Sukuna just started running. He didn’t know where—maybe he’d find the accident, maybe he’d run into Yorozu or his dad with the boys. He just needed to move, to find someone, to do something before he exploded.

And then, as if fate had led him there, he saw it. A twisted pile of cars, the aftermath of some freak accident. Jin’s silver car was crushed in the middle of it all. All thanks to a drunk driver.

He stood frozen, watching as ambulances, firefighters, and police swarmed the scene, pulling bodies from the wreckage. It was chaos—blood, metal, screams, crying children.

Sukuna knew, right then and there.

As he watched the nightmare unfold, a single tear slipped down his cheek. It felt like a part of him was dying—or already had.

Kaori was pronounced dead at the scene. Jin was rushed to the hospital in critical condition, but the EMTs and police could only offer hollow reassurances to Wasuke and Sukuna. There was no real hope left—not when you saw the look in their eyes, not when you heard the silence that followed the sirens.

The hospital was a blur of harsh lights, antiseptic smells, and the low hum of grief. Sukuna and his father sat numbly in the waiting room, holding Choso and Yuji close. Kaori’s parents sat nearby, their faces pale and hollow with shock. They’d always liked Jin, had hoped for a miracle, but now their daughter was gone, and they didn’t know how to move forward.

Doctors came and went, updating them on Jin’s emergency surgeries. Each time, their words grew more desperate, less hopeful. About an hour later, Jin was pronounced dead. It was as if the world stopped turning. Yuji started crying, as if he understood the loss, and Sukuna rocked him gently, trying to soothe him through his own tears.

Wasuke walked outside to smoke—a habit he’d never had before, but grief makes strangers of us all. Kaori’s parents broke down again, their sobs echoing through the sterile hallways. Choso, still too young to really understand, clung to Sukuna, wide-eyed and silent.

Sukuna has hated hospitals ever since that night.

The next day, Sukuna stayed with the boys while Wasuke and Kaori’s parents made funeral arrangements. He and Kaori’s parents had never been close, but now they were bound by a terrible, shared grief—a bond neither of them had wanted. They moved through the funeral home like ghosts, speaking in whispers, their eyes red and raw.

Sukuna’s mind was blank, numb. He didn’t know what to think, what to do. Yorozu still hadn’t brought his car back, but he didn’t care. She could keep it. He didn’t want to see anything that reminded him of his brother. But he had no choice—every time he looked at Choso and Yuji, he saw Jin’s smile, Kaori’s eyes. Two perfect little boys, now orphaned in a single night.

How unfair was it, Sukuna thought, that both of their parents were taken from them at once? What kind of world did that to children?

He finally put the boys down for a nap and was about to try to sleep himself when he heard the sound of a familiar engine outside.

Yorozu pulled up and ran out of the car, frantic and disheveled. “I am so sorry—”

“Jin’s dead,” Sukuna said, his voice flat and cold.

Yorozu’s eyes widened. “What?”

“He got into a car accident last night. He was on his way to pick me up because you never brought back my car.”

“Sukuna, I said I was—”

“Where were you?” he asked, his voice icy.

She hesitated, swallowing hard. “I didn’t think I’d be that long. I stopped by my plug’s house and lost track of time.”

“I thought you had to move shit out of your dad’s?” He asks coldly.

“I did, but it didn’t take that long and I thought I had time-“ she stops talking when she realizes there’s no point.

Sukuna’s face went blank. He walked up to her, ripped the keys from her hand, and turned away. There was nothing left to say. He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to look at himself. He should have said no, should have kept his boundaries. Now, whatever trust he’d rebuilt with Yorozu was gone—and so was Jin.

“Sukuna—”

“His funeral will be this week,” he said quietly, then walked back into the house, closing the door behind him.

Yorozu stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door, before turning and walking away. Uraume watched her leave from the window. Once Yorozu was out of sight, they came inside to check on Sukuna.

Sukuna was so numb—so angry, so lost—that he just crawled into bed and slept. It was easier that way. In sleep, he didn’t have to think or feel. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could dream of Jin alive and healthy, laughing like he used to.

Uraume let him sleep all day, quietly caring for the boys—well, for Choso, at least. Yuji slept most of the time because he was only a month and half old. He only woke up to fed or cry for his diaper to be changed. They had to learn quickly how to bottle feed Yuji. Thank goodness he was an easy baby.

This was also the day Uraume discovered they actually liked to cook. They decided to make homemade soup with ingredients they found in the kitchen. When Sukuna finally woke, Uraume forced him to eat something. He’d always remember that small act of kindness. The food was actually good, and for a brief moment, he almost felt human again.

But nothing could fill the hole Jin and Kaori left behind. The house was too quiet, the future too uncertain. Sukuna sat in the dark, holding the boys, listening to their soft breaths, and wondered how he was supposed to go on.

The silence pressed in on him, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the occasional whimper from Yuji or the restless sighs of Choso in his sleep. Every shadow in the house seemed longer, every memory sharper and more painful.

That Friday was Jin’s funeral. Sukuna went with his dad to pick out the casket and flower arrangements. They knew it would be a big funeral—Jin was loved by so many, his presence woven into the lives of friends, coworkers, and neighbors. Sukuna dreaded it, the thought of facing all those people, of seeing Jin’s absence reflected in every tear-stained face.

Kaori’s parents decided to cremate her. Her body had been too badly damaged, and they didn’t want to remember her that way. The first car had struck directly on her side. They told Wasuke they’d give him some of her ashes to place in Jin’s casket, so a piece of her would be with him forever. They’d been excited for Jin to propose—he’d asked for their blessing, and they’d happily given it. He was everything they wanted for their daughter—kind, hardworking, devoted.

It wasn’t fair. Nothing about this was fair.

At the funeral, Sukuna wore an all black suit, just like his dad. He dressed the boys in little black suits too, and made sure to bring his sunglasses—not to hide, but to shield himself from the endless, pitying stares as he cried.

During the service, he sat beside his father, Yuji sleeping on his shoulder, Choso leaning against his side. Sukuna had never seen his dad cry before, but now he watched the tears slip silently down Wasuke’s face.

Jin’s mother sat beside Wasuke, her face drawn and pale, her eyes hollow with grief. She clung tightly to Wasuke’s hand as people took turns giving speeches and soft music played in the background. It was strange—almost surreal—to see them like this, so small and fragile beneath the weight of sorrow. Sukuna watched them, feeling a heaviness in his own chest. He understood, at least as much as he could.

“You’re not supposed to bury your kids,” Wasuke whispered, his voice strained and broken, barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd. The words hung in the air, raw and aching. Sukuna reached over and patted his father’s leg, offering what little comfort he could as they watched the casket slowly lower into the earth. The finality of it settled over them, cold and unrelenting.

As Sukuna watched his brother’s body sink lower into the earth, something unfamiliar claws at his chest. Regret—raw, suffocating, relentless—crashed over him in a way he’s never known. It’s like being dragged beneath a black tide, unable to fight, unable to breathe.

He wishes—God, he wished—he’d told Jin thank you. Thank you for always standing up for him, for covering his lies without hesitation, for being the kind of brother Sukuna never deserved. The memory of Jin’s quiet loyalty twists the knife deeper. Sukuna can barely stand to remember all those times he brushed his brother off, choosing parties, chaos, and Yorozu’s reckless company over the one person who truly cared for him.

The tears spill relentlessly beneath his sunglasses, hot and unyielding, carving silent paths down his face. There’s no point in trying to hide them anymore—no mask strong enough to hold back this flood. He wishes, with a desperate ache, that he could be buried alongside his brother, swallowed by the earth and erased from the world. He’s never known this feeling before—the raw, hollow urge to disappear, to stop existing.

How is he supposed to go on without Jin? Of course, he understood logically that his brother was gone, but the truth didn’t truly sink in until the crushing realization hit him like a blow. He would never see Jin again. Never hear that infectious laugh that used to cut through the darkest moments. Never get yelled at or teased again.

What a fool he’d been. What a selfish, blind idiot. Each memory is a stone tied to his ankles, pulling him down, down, down. He wants to scream, to claw at the dirt, to turn back time and fix everything, but it’s too late. Jin is gone, and Sukuna is left with nothing but the unbearable weight of his own failures. He can’t stop replaying every missed chance, every careless word, every moment he took for granted. The regret is endless, a spiral with no bottom, and for the first time, Sukuna wonders if he’ll ever escape it.

When it was time, Sukuna took Choso’s hand and led him to the grave. He scooped up a handful of dirt, and Choso did the same, both tossing it onto the casket below. The sound of dirt hitting wood was final and cruel. Sukuna picked up Choso, who didn’t fully understand, but mimicked the sadness in the air. The little boy laid his head on Sukuna’s shoulder, and Sukuna rubbed his back, whispering, “It’s okay. I got you, buddy. Forever.” He held Choso tight as they returned to Wasuke, who was cradling baby Yuji—Yuji, who was babbling and smiling, too young to know what he’d lost.

Sukuna was so caught up in the funeral, he barely noticed Yorozu’s absence. She and Jin had never gotten along, but what stung was the realization that if she’d ever truly cared for Sukuna, she would have been there for him. In that moment, Sukuna understood that she’d only ever used him, and now he would do the same. No more favors. Only use her when he wanted. It was only fair.

Months passed in a haze. Sukuna and Wasuke decided to raise the boys together. Kaori’s parents visited when they could, but they were broken—Kaori had been their only child, and losing her left them adrift. Sukuna finally had a plan. For so long, he’d drifted through life, unsure of his purpose. Now, he knew, he would save every penny, work every hour, do whatever it took to give Choso and Yuji a good life. His father was too old to start raising more babies, but he would help as much as he could.

Jin’s mother would stop by sporadically and check on the boys. Her and Wasuke would talk a lot, keeping each other company. She distracted herself with work. She traveled a lot as time went on. Sukuna always wondered how she felt. He wishes he could’ve talked to her more.

Death brought heartache and wounds that would never heal. It also brought practical problems—money, paperwork, endless decisions. Jin had life insurance, so the funeral and immediate expenses were covered, and Wasuke and Sukuna received a hefty check. Wasuke worried Sukuna would spiral, spend it all on drugs or alcohol, but he couldn’t blame him. Grief made you reckless.

But Sukuna surprised everyone. He bought the shop from the greasy old man he’d worked for, pouring his time and energy into the business. It kept him busy, kept him from drowning. The workers who’d known him stayed loyal, helping Sukuna keep the place running. For the first time in a long time, Sukuna felt a little better. Not whole—never whole again—but at least he was moving forward, helping his dad, raising the boys, clawing his way out of the darkness.

Uraume visited when they could, having gone to culinary school and started traveling. Whenever they were in town, they cooked for Sukuna and the boys, spending time with him, making sure he was okay. Sukuna was grateful for it, for the warmth and care, for the reminder that he wasn’t alone.

Life settled into a rhythm. Work, home, the boys, his dad. They talked about Jin often, telling stories, keeping his memory alive. They never wanted to forget him, never wanted the boys to forget their father’s love.

One night, Sukuna decided to go to the bar. He felt stable, maybe even a little hopeful. He just wanted to have a drink, maybe flirt, maybe take someone home. His dad offered to watch the boys so Sukuna could have a night to himself.

But fate had other plans.

Yorozu was there. Isn’t this the worse case of Deja vu?

She was like a shadow he couldn’t outrun, always finding her way back into his life. He tried to ignore her, but she saw him, and her words—sweet and venomous—slipped into his mind, filling the cracks left by grief. He was weak, desperate for comfort, for anything that might make him feel alive again.

He hated himself for it, but he let her in. He always did. She never offered sympathy for his loss, never really cared about Jin. She just wanted to fill her own emptiness, and Sukuna let her, because he didn’t know how to say no.

Once upon a time Sukuna had wished things could have been different. In another life, maybe he could have loved Yorozu the way she needed, and maybe she could have been the right person for him. He’d wanted that, once. She was wild and fun, always up for anything. But he saw too much of himself in her, and it disgusted him. She was lost, angry, unwilling to change, always blaming him for her pain.

They went on like that until he met you. You were the light at the end of a tunnel he’d been stumbling through for years. With you, he finally saw what he’d been missing—real connection, real hope. Yorozu had always been a distraction, a way to numb the pain, but it never lasted. She never cared about his brother, never cared about his wounds. They were just hollow, broken people, using each other to fill the void.

He is slowly healing. Letting his life consume him in the best way possible. Letting you consume him as you both got to know each other. But there would always be that wound that would never heal and it haunts him in waves.

Some nights, when the apartment is quiet and the boys are asleep, Sukuna sits alone and lets himself grieve. He misses Jin’s laugh, Kaori’s smile, the family they could have been. He wonders if the ache will ever fade, if he’ll ever feel whole again. But for now, he keeps going—because that’s what Jin would have wanted, and because two little boys are counting on him to be strong, even when he feels anything but.

You stare at Sukuna for a long moment, his profile sharp against the sudden, vivid colors of the late afternoon sky. He’s staring off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts, while you remain caught in the echo of his story. The sun is sinking now, but neither of you noticed it slipping away—the world outside his words had faded for a while.

You realize you started crying while he was talking. He didn’t want to make you sad. He just wanted you to understand, even a little, to glimpse the pain and the love that shaped him. He’s not asking for sympathy, he’s showing you that everyone carries a past, that every life is a story of loss and survival.

“I’m so sorry, Sukuna,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t notice until you spoke, but while he told his story, his hand had found yours, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles over your skin. It’s a quiet comfort, a way to ease the pain as he lets it all out.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he replies, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “Thanks for listening.”

Silence settles between you again, thick with emotion. Sukuna finally turns to face you, his eyes searching yours. “I’m sorry you had to deal with Yorozu’s bullshit,” he says, regret lacing his words.

You sigh, shaking your head. “And you don’t have to be sorry for her. I’m sorry things never worked out between you.”

He laughs at that, a low, rough sound. “Oh, I’m not. We’re terrible for each other.”

You giggle just a little and nod. “Yeah, I can tell.”

You both turn back to watch the sunset, the sky deepening into twilight. Your fingers are still intertwined, his thumb still tracing those smooth, soothing circles.

“I’m not a bad person—well, I don’t try to be,” Sukuna says suddenly, his voice hesitant.

You frown and turn to him. “And I never said you were.”

“I know, but… I never wanted you to see that side of me. I never wanted anyone to see that side of me. I’m not going to blame it all on Yorozu, because it’s not just her fault. There’s a lot of things I could have done better way before that. It’s hard to admit when I’m wrong or weak.” The strain of his voice was even sent even that was hard to admit.

You give him a small, understanding smile, tilting your head as you meet his gaze. “Listen, I know you’re an asshole—trust me. Some people are just good at pushing buttons and she knew exactly how to push yours. Maybe you could have handled things differently, but let’s just be glad you didn’t do something you’d actually regret.”

He manages a weak smile in return, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. For a long, suspended moment, you simply look at each other, letting the silence and the golden wash of sunset wrap around you like a fragile truce.

“I don’t regret kissing you,” he says suddenly, voice rough but honest. Your eyes widen, caught off guard by his bluntness.

You sit there for a beat, then smirk, trying to act like he doesn’t fluster you. “Well, I would hope not.” A giggle escapes you, but it fades into a gentle sigh. “But you did get sick. I wish I could have taken care of you, the way you did for me.” You pout, inching a little closer, your nerves finally dissolving.

He grins, a spark of mischief returning to his eyes. “Like I said, it was worth it.” He winks, and your heart stutters.

Your gaze drops to his lips, remembering the way they felt—soft, surprisingly sweet. The memory lingers, tempting, but you hold back. Now probably isn’t the best time to kiss him, not right after he’s opened up to you like this.

But then you really think about the kiss. How it made you felt. All of the confusion that has consumed because of it. You need to say something, at least try to talk about.

You huff and lean back, suddenly feeling exposed. “I’ve never really been in an actual relationship before,” you admit quietly, glancing at Sukuna.

He shrugs, just as blunt as ever. “Neither have I.”

You frown, thinking of Yorozu, but he cuts you off before you can say anything. “Nope. Never took her on a real date or anything like that. I’m not counting it.” He huffs, almost defensive.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head with a reluctant smile. “Whatever you say.”

He shifts, his expression softening. “So this is new to both of us—” he starts, but he notices the flicker of panic in your eyes.

It’s only been five months. You’ve loved getting to know him, and you feel so comfortable with him, but the uncertainty gnaws at you. Are you moving too fast? Too slow? You have no idea how any of this is supposed to work. You don’t want to push him away, but you don’t want to cling too tightly either.

Sukuna exhales hard, the sound rough around the edges, like he’s been holding onto something too long. He gives you a smirk, but there’s that softness in his eyes that only you ever get to see. His hand moves, calloused fingers brushing your hair aside before cupping your cheek—his touch is firm, like he’s trying to remind you he’s right here.

“We don’t have to rush anything, baby. I don’t expect you to think we do. And if you decide you don’t want anything more, that’s fine with me. I never really knew what a relationship was supposed to be. I still don’t. But I do know I want to keep being with you—however that looks.”

You lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hand soothe your frayed nerves. The sincerity in his voice anchors you. His words sink deep. You realize how serious he’s being in this moment

You smile, feeling some of the tension melt away. The uncertainty is still there, but now it feels like something you can face together.

“Let’s just… see where this goes?” you suggest softly.

He grins, eyes brightening. “Yeah. Let’s just see.”

It’s finally dark as you both head toward Sukuna’s bike. He carried you on his back so you wouldn’t have to walk barefoot over the rough ground again. At the bike, he helps you put on your helmet and help slide your heels back onto your feet.

As you settle behind him on the bike, you rest your head against his broad back and close your eyes. The night has turned chillier, and you instinctively press closer, stealing his warmth as he weaves through traffic heading back to the complex.

When you pull up to the apartment complex, Sukuna is quick to help you off the bike—as always. You check your phone and your stomach. You have over thirty messages from Toji.

Oh, fuck. I totally forgot about Toji and the kids.

You scroll through the messages, heart hammering. Toji kept updating you all evening, letting you know he decided to go to your apartment instead of his own—didn’t want to trash his house, and this is what you get for throwing four kids on him out of the blue. The kids were actually pretty good, just happy to see each other, and they all ended up eating instant ramen together.

You and Sukuna walk up the steps, the silence between you comfortable as ever, but there’s still a nervous energy in the air. You’re eager, a little anxious, but mostly relieved you talked things out—there’s understanding between you, and it feels good.

When you open the door, you’re greeted by Toji sprawled out on the couch, passed out, with Megumi curled up on top of his chest. Choso, Yuji, and Nobara are asleep on the floor, surrounded by pillows, blankets, and the remnants of their play session—crayons, toys, and play dough scattered everywhere.

You let out a sigh and smile at the sight. Without a word, Sukuna moves to pick up Choso and Yuji, carrying them with ease across the hall to his apartment and tucking them into bed.

Without even a second thought, you step out into the hallway to say goodnight, your heart fluttering as you wait.

He must have sensed you, because he comes right back out and smiles at you and you smile right back, but the nervousness rises in your chest again.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft with a slight purr. You nod with a small smile, warmth blooming in your chest instead.

He closes the distance between you in one smooth motion, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. With surprising gentleness, Sukuna presses his lips to your temple, the brush of his mouth sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes widen in surprise for just a moment, but quickly, you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving the tenderness.

“Goodnight,” he whispers against your skin, his gruff tone barely masking the affection beneath.

“Goodnight, Sukuna.”

summary: hey so I sobbed so much writing this. I had to pause several times. I was up until 4 AM editing this and making sure it was sad. so you’re welcome. BUT HEY WE ARE GETTING SOMEWHERE WITH THESE LOVEBIRDS!

in other news, I am currently incredibly hyper fixated on the throne of glass series and have read four books in less than a week. so please bear with me on the next chapter, I will try to get it out soon as possible. I am using my free time as much as I can.

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[lilacqiqis]

"Darling"

naruto, kakashi, obito(non massacre), hinata, itachi(non massacre), sasuke, sai

Scenario: getting casually called darling by their crush

A/N: pls send in Naruto reqs I'm starving to write stuff, also finally decided to give characters specific emojis LMAO last post i made i randomly gave them emojis 😭 Writing this at 3 AM sorry if it's ass -mod Lilac

TW: none, GN!reader

more under the cut

🌱 Naruto isn't used to romantic affection from people, let alone his crush, so his reaction when you call him "darling" is a huge gaping mouth and stuttering as he tries to process what you said

🌱 "W-wait!! Whuh?! Huhhh?!! Whaddja call me?!"

🌱 Whether it's a joke or not he has a dorky smile after as he laughs, the pet name making him feel warm inside. He probably will try and call you a pet name back afterwards, hoping you'll like it just as much as he did.

🌱 Goes to brag to all his friends the next day. "Hey hey! Guess what?! S/O called me DARLING!!" Nobody really cares too much honestly, they think he's overreacting or even lying.

🌾 A stoic man he is, that Kakashi. Not much can get him flustered, besides reading Icha Icha of course.

🌾 He usually can keep his feelings hidden away from his crush, treating you like any of his other friends, but when you call him darling? Lucky that he's wearing a mask because you'd be able to see the huge blush forming on his face.

🌾 He'd try not to react too much, his eye slightly widening and body tensing up when the word hits him. It felt so... Natural? The pet name came off your tongue so nicely that Kakashi can't help but want to hear it more.

🌾 Wouldn't comment on it, but may bring it up in the future to tease you. Perhaps to get back at them he'll also call you a romantic pet name... Nah, he's too nervous to do that, if he was that bold he'd go and just confess already!

🌺 Like Naruto, Obito is flabbergasted. He's liked you for gods who knows how long and you can just casually call him that while he becomes a mess just hugging you?

🌺 His head whips towards you so quickly as he stares at you with wide eyes. How is he supposed to react to this?! Does this mean you like him...? Did you even mean this romantically in the first place? Do you call other people that too?!

🌺 His mind is running and he just kinda... Stares at you in awe. Don't let him down by telling him it was just a joke when he questions you later, he'll be devastated.

🌺 Obito will try and be confident, calling you an affectionate pet name as well but all that comes out is stuttering.

🌺 "Heheh... I think so too, s... S-sweet... Sw-sweethEART OKIMGOINGTOGONOWBYES/O"

🌻 Goes absolutely red. Hinata already gets embarrassed by little gestures so something like getting called darling is sure to make her pass out!

🌻 Did you really mean that? She hopes so! That small name made her day, and she won't ever forget about it<3

🌻 Of course, she's still too shy to admit her feelings to you. If that was your way of confessing you'd be dumb to not see that she obviously likes you too... You'd probably be dumb to not notice her behavior before, after all Hinata isn't very good at hiding her feelings towards you.

🌻 She wouldn't realize it's a confession of your attraction if that was your motive, so please be more blunt with her.

🌙 If you think he wouldn't remember, he will. Itachi is a romantic individual, though not as much before a relationship. He takes note of everything S/O says, and will try to hint towards his feelings through small actions and words.

🌙 Absolutely loves it. Itachi will think about the pet name, wondering if you'd mind if he called you that as well. Maybe you'd get embarrassed that you're getting a taste of your own medicine? It's not the humiliation part Itachi would enjoy, but he'd love to see your flustered face.

🌙 Doesn't make a huge fuss when you call him darling, probably doesn't even say anything about it, but has a small smile while thinking about it.

🌙 Will begin to also call you pet names!! It depends on how close you are, but if you two are good friends he'll return your affection. You two probably end up having a lot of romantic tension while everybody suffers watching wondering if one of you two will finally confess or not...

🪻 Sasuke loves hates it. Do NOT call him that cheesy warm and gooey shit, he will scoff at you then turn his head away. jk he just has an ego to protect

🪻 Hates how it makes him feel. That disgusting ticklish feeling he gets in his stomach and the heat in his face makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so stop that. This is just as bad as a genjutsu and he doesn't like it one bit!

🪻 In reality though, Sasuke adores being called darling. He's just... Really bad at dealing with affection you know? He doesn't know how to react and the feeling of love is so foreign to him, so his only way of reacting is acting like he hates it in hopes of ridding his feelings. (Spoiler alert:it doesn't help one bit.)

🪻 You can catch him with a soft blush and tiny smirk on his face if you can catch a glance before he turns his head. Quit being such a loser and just accept it, Sasuke!

🪶 This was mentioned in his book, so Sai should act accordingly, right? He'll begin to also call you pet names, and he probably already did before you due to the fact he read a book saying he should...

🪶 Doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the sweet names but he's trying his best

🪶 It makes him happy though, being able to connect with you... Someone he enjoys being around so much, someone who he feels he has a "special" bond with.

🪶It creeps into your twos friendship, and before you know it you two are acting like a married couple with all your affectionate behavior.

[diamondchili]

after several months i’ve finally finished making this custom nendoroid of Shouma!! i’m proud of myself, i think he turned out super cute <3

everything here is made or painted by me!! the hair piece was purchased from MoruLLC, and the shoes were purchased from ObitsuroidandMore.

more pictures and process photos below the cut!!

i drew two additional faceplates! i may make more, i already know i want to make one of him looking like this emoji 🥺 bc he makes that face a Lot in canon lolol

and heres the process photos!! starting from the beginning:

at first, i made this really shitty hoodie with a pattern i found online 😭 it was my first time sewing in this scale, and honestly i was having a bad sewing day when i made it.

then i painted the hair!! it turned out a bit lumpy looking, and im sure if i’d watered down the paint and did many more layers it wouldve been smoother, but i’m happy with it!! the sweatpants turned out very nicely i think, i made the pattern to be puffier and baggier than his canon pants, and made them out of a nice knit to give them weight.

then it was onto drawing his features!! the gavv obviously, but i also blushed the body just for fun! i also really enjoyed drawing the faceplates ;w;

then i finally remade the hoodie!! found new fabric and made my own pattern!!

then the jacket!! i thought about making it out of actual nylon, but i wanted to source the materials from a craft thrift store near me, and they didnt have nylon fabric scraps in all the colors i needed, so i went with this stiff cotton!! and heres what the shoes looked like before i painted them.

(also keep ur eyes out cause i’m in the process of making hanto <3)

[livelaughleclerc]

Checkmate - AL50

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x fem!reader

Summary: Arthur decides to teach you chess, little did he know his brother would get involved… cheating and dramatics ensue because we love a dramatic Leclerc 😉

Warnings: language

A/N: this is my first full fic I’m posting on here. I kinda love it and my mate told me it has everything I adore about Arthur in it, so apparently this is my love letter to him. I hope it has all your favourite things too and makes you smile 🩵 the “little booty ham sandwich” nickname is from a book called Honestly I’m Totally Faking It, which is amazing and you should definitely read. Comments give me life, even if it’s just an emoji. Thanks for reading! 😘

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“Ok so the castle can move up and down and sideways…” said Arthur, fingers playing gently with the wooden piece in his hand.

“Castle? Original.”

“Well it’s called “tour” in French,” said Arthur, his accent becoming more pronounced, “but I don’t know how it is in English…”

“Castle it is,” you said grinning at him as he put the piece back on the board and picked up the next one.

A few weeks ago you had mentioned that you wished you knew how to play chess and Arthur had excitedly told you he would teach you. “Do not go to my brother, I am better. I will teach you,” he had said proudly. Today you didn’t have any plans, except your daily walk to your favourite coffee shop where Arthur insisted on buying your coffee and walking back holding your hand the whole way. When you got back, settled comfortably on the sofa, coffee in hand taking small sips with a sigh, Arthur had pulled out his chess board and announced it was time. For someone who was ridiculously competitive, he was very patient in his explanations, answering all your questions and telling you they weren’t stupid. He even set up little scenarios and walked you through them - how to checkmate his king, how to move your king out of checkmate and reminding you that pawns can only take pieces diagonally. He set up a final scenario on the board, placing the pieces carefully before looking up at you expectantly. “Ok so if I move my queen here, what would you do?” he asked, pointing at the dark wooden piece.

You looked at the board, frowning in concentration, as you tried to work out all the plays in your head. “What would I do? Um, this…” you said smiling as you leaned across the board to place a kiss on his soft lips. You pulled away, noting the blush spreading across his face. You had been together for a year now but you loved that you still had this effect on him. Sometimes you felt awkwardly subconscious in his world, filled with rich, beautiful people whilst you were more comfortable in jeans and hoodies but moments like this reminded you that what you and Arthur had was special.

“Yeah, that works,” Arthur mumbled, running his hand through his hair as he tried to regain his composure. He cleared his throat. “So you want to try a game, no pressure?”

Arthur began setting up the board ready as your phone lit up beside you. It was Charles.

“How is the chess going? Has he thrown the board yet?” You smiled to yourself, well aware of the brothers’ competitiveness, especially after Charles had proudly shown you his box of broken controllers from where Arthur or Pierre had beaten him (“the games never got finished because of the controllers so technically I didn’t lose…”).

“Your brother is being extremely sweet and patient. We are just about to play our first game!”

“Want some help? ;) take photos of the board and I’ll tell you where to move, and if I don’t know I’ll ask a bot. You will win and he will lose his mind haha.”

You looked up from your phone as Arthur was putting the last piece in place, trying to hide the shit-eating grin lighting up your face.

“Sure, why not?!” you messaged back before placing your phone back down and giving your boyfriend your full attention.

“Ok, white goes first,” he said, smiling encouragingly as he gestured to the board. You moved one of your central pawns two squares forward. He quickly moved one of his pawns forward too as you surreptitiously took a photo to send to Charles. The game continued like this, you moving your pieces and then taking a photo of the board just after Arthur made his move. You were sure he was going to question you being on your phone so much but he must have assumed you were checking the notes you had made on how the pieces move.

Arthur’s brows furrowed in concentration, bottom lip disappearing as he sucked it subconsciously whilst trying to work out his next move. Somehow you were coming up with great plays and he was more than a little proud. He knew you were intelligent and your visual memory would help you in chess but you were doing far better in your first game than he had imagined. He hoped it was beginner's luck because he couldn’t lose every game to you, he would never live it down with his brothers if so.

He moved his knight into position, “check. Remember that means that your king is under attack, so you have to move him or take out the danger,” he explained again. You quickly looked at your phone to see Charles’ reply. He had realised that telling you chess board lingo like ‘knight to C5,’ wasn’t going to work with a beginner so was instead sending you images of a chess board with the pieces exactly like yours and arrows indicating your move. It meant you didn’t have to spend ages looking at your phone to make your next move either. Arthur didn’t seem suspicious but it was getting harder to hide your smile and giggles from him.

“Why are you smiling like that?” he asked, meeting your gaze, blue eyes shining in the sunlight streaming through the window.

“I was just wondering if they have kiss or cuddle breaks in chess,” you said with a shrug.

“They do in Leclerc chess…”

“Oh yeah, how’s that different from normal chess then, Thur?”

He stood up and held his hands out to pull you up from the sofa, careful not to disturb the board resting on the middle cushion. “Like this…” he said, gently cupping your cheek before meeting your lips with his, his other hand carding through your hair gently.

The game continued, your boyfriend making his moves and you countering them with the positions Charles was sending you. Arthur stared miserably at your collection of his pieces. He knew losing pieces didn’t necessarily mean he was losing the game, but it didn’t bode well for him. “I am the best at chess,” he boasted confidently, “I cannot believe I am losing this badly. Something is very wrong.” He glared at the board as if it was somehow the fault of an inanimate object and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at his forlorn face.

“Sorry baby, maybe I am just a natural,” you replied, sticking your tongue out before laughing again. You glanced quickly at your phone where Charles had sent another message, “do this and then say check.” You moved your bishop as requested, “check.” You giggled, “that means your king is under attack…”

Arthur crossed his arms with a sigh, biceps bulging and momentarily stealing your attention as he muttered “thank you for that�� under his breath. He took a while thinking before finally moving his king, hand running through his hair as he did so.

“Make this move, then say checkmate sucker. You lose,” you giggled at your phone. It was very clear where Arthur’s competitive nature came from.

“Stop laughing at me. This was supposed to be a nice relaxing game of chess and you ruined it!” he lamented.

“I’m sorry, have you met you? There is no such thing as relaxing game with you or any of your brothers, Leclerc! And actually on that note,” you paused to move your bishop again, “checkmate sucker, you lose.”

“Noooooooooooo!” Arthur yelled, face frozen in shock as he stared at you. You let him process his loss for a few minutes before speaking.

“Arthur, little Leclerc, mon cœur, little booty ham sandwich…”

He raised his eyebrows, “I am allowed to hate losing,” he stated matter of factly, ignoring the nicknames he usually loved.

“I know, it’s just…uh…I have a confession…”

“YOU CHEATED?!” he yelled, voice high pitched, hand flat against the side of his head, eyes wide in disbelief.

“I can’t believe this,” he said sadly, shaking his head, “you cheated. With help from my BROTHER.” Arthur’s theatrics were on full display, pretending he was utterly heartbroken at recent events.

“The betrayal - by two of the people I love THE MOST!” he exclaimed, clutching his heart and pulling a sad face as he fell dramatically backwards on the sofa. “I may never recover from this. I am traumatised FOR LIFE baby, FOR LIFE.” His hand was now tugging at his hair, his face a picture of anguish except for the crinkles round his eyes as he fought a giggle. “I thought my teaching was so good I had created a chess master but no. I created a cheater!”

“Wow, really? Acting like I haven’t seen you and Charles cheat in all those team challenges they have made you do over the years. Or that time you told me you cheated at poker because Charles was wearing his glasses and you could see his cards reflected in them…” You folded your arms with the grin of someone who was currently winning whatever the hell this was.

“That was a secret!” he yelled, launching himself at you, laughter escaping as he flew through the air. Seconds later he had you pinned under him, hands tickling your sides, eyes full of mischief. “Say you’re sorry for cheating!”

You were laughing so hard you could barely get the words out. “I’m…sorry…but it…was worth it” Arthur only tickled you more until you begged him to stop. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you shrieked, stomach hurting from laughing so hard. His hands came to a stop on your waist, eyes gazing fondly as he beamed at you.

“You’ll just have to teach me again,” you said with a grin, “but Leclerc chess, not regular chess.”

“Did I mention that in Leclerc chess, if your last name isn’t Leclerc, you have to take off an item of clothing every time you lose a piece.”

“You absolutely do not, stop making shit up Thur!”

“Ah you’re right, sorry, it’s every time you make a move…”

“You are such a little shit, I swear!”

“But you love me for it,” he said, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching as he smiled, your favourite smile in the world.

“I do, I really really do.”

“Also, if you really hate that rule, I can always give you my last name,” he added with a wink.

[smizzy]

Take A Chance With Me

Ib Niki but motivated by last week of school jitters 🏆

This emoji is so cute🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩

Sophie and you are plain friends..well if we just ignore the subtle flirting from you two, the secretive staring at one another during a night out, the way your limbs are always touching, the awkward silences added with the awkward cute smiles trying to soften the blow because you can’t even function correctly.

just a pure hot mess, honestly

you never pushed more than what you felt was right, sometimes she’d be cool, and others she’d just need a hug and some quiet time. You never blamed her for it, you knew she was running on 30 minutes of sleep and constant cameras and mics in her face. So you offered a place where she could just drop the weight and worries off her shoulder right at your doormat.

And she always took the opportunity even when you weren’t home. Your home felt like hers and for some reason she found herself driving down your street in the early hours of the night, this wasn’t a daily routine but it was frequent enough to know that she preferred being with you than being alone with her thoughts in her dim apartment.

You knew about her nightly visitations; so you made sure to leave her a copy of your house keys, this very night you were out with some friends from your calculus class, you had just finished a long week of final exams and projects and what better way to celebrate than grabbing shots.

You had gotten a notification about movement in the front of your door before you could open it. Sophie had sent a photo of her making a milkshake with the ice cream and milk from your fridge. You replied to her picture with a couple of emojis telling her to make herself comfortable and you’ll be home soon. Your place wasn’t new to her; she had been over plenty of times, both invited and uninvited.

She knew you guys were friends but she couldn’t help the smile breaking through her face once she saw how open and caring you were with her. Yeah, you could’ve never make her a key, or not leave the heater on low because you know her car has a hard time switching the AC, or not leave the porch light on because of her clumsiness.

you could’ve just done none of the stuff you do, but you do. “Why?” Was the question that popped in her head. She thought maybe you just really love home decor and the whole home-y vibe but the poutine you left with the note of the fridge ‘saved you some poo-tine 💩🇨🇦’ made her heart beat and her cheeks flush like crazy.

While you were trying to sober up on a nearby table you couldn’t get the girl out your head. You know can have fun without her but it just isn’t as fun with her and you didn’t care to deny it so on short thinking you just got in the car and went on your way home.

”Sophie? Are you still here ?” “kitchen!”

As you two shared a hug you couldn’t help but stay in place, while she did the same. And that was the only thing she needed to completely let her worries go out the door.

“are you drunk?”

“Eh, just 2 mojitos and a Shirley temple”

she laughed in the hug “you know Shirley’s are mocktails, mock as in it’s just juice, right?”

You nodded slowly understanding “that..actually makes sense why the bartender laughed at me for saying on the rocks”

When you turned your head you read the time of the microwave ‘1:45 AM’

“did you eat the poutine I left for you?”

shaking her head “no, not yet but thank you love”

you blushed and looked down at her hand that fell below you two, trying your best to focus that you didn’t see the way she’s basically burning holes through your head.

She snapped out for her thoughts when you walked away and stopped at a shelf filled with music, you pulled a vinyl out its disc cover and placed it on the record player you ask for her hand which she gives almost instantly and you two began to slow dance around

When the giggling and snickering quieted down, she placed her head on your chest; in the midst of the silence she realized how easily comfort washed over her by hearing your heart and to hear the vibration ring through her body is to know you’re really there and this isn’t just the perfect person she made up in her head. Geez no, she tried to shake her from the thoughts

“How was finals week?”

“Please I’ll only bore you to death” you shook your head with a smile

“Oh dear lord please no, butttt I meant like how are you? I barely got to see you this past month and I missed you”

“Aw, I miss you everyday you’re not home”

Her eyes widen as she sways; shes pretty sure you can feel her heart beating like a drumline

She lifts her head with an amused smile already plastered on her face, “is that so, officer nonchalant”

You broke out into laughter remembering when you broke down slang in tiktok comments

“please don’t ever say that again, you sound like an elderly”

you start to walk into the hall with your laughter as she flips you off, she walks around your living room shelves her heart is still fluttering though and it drove her downright crazy; your laugh wasn’t new, and you especially weren’t new to her so why does she feel like this?

She doesn’t count the time she couldn’t sleep next to you because she was too busy looking at the way your lashes looked so long and how slow you were breathing while her heart was ramming at her chest that night. She gave a side eye to an imaginary camera just thinking about that night

Or the time she spent back in Montreal with friends and just could not get you off her mind, she cringed at the thought of the memory and if she wasn’t at your house she’d scream into her bed in agony and embarrassment for hours.

“you okay? You been holding that pic for some time”

she turned her head to the side seeing you in a fresh set of clothes, tbh she felt like hugging you again just to smell you once more. You walk beside her to see what she was holding; you see the picture of you and Sophie that was taken when you first met and had dinner with her parents and sister.

“ohh yes, I remember this just like yesterday because I was shitting myself into nervousness” you recall the whole afternoon being spent as nervous wreck

“What? Why?? My parents weren’t even as bad as my sister when it came to the ‘are you dating question?’”

silence fell upon the comfortable living room

“because that was the night I knew I loved you” you smiled softly not wanting to make it weird

before you could brush it off she turns your face towards her planting a careful kiss to your lips, she looks at you to see you’re smiling like crazy

She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight

“Well now, we sure aren’t beating the allegations”

“you know it’s legal now right?”

“Oh hush”

[towasdandelion]

Asking Hotarubi and Obscuary ghouls "Do you know what bees make?"

Is it me or are the ghouls getting a little more flirty? Hehe. I swear one braincell dies every time I have to write Ed's. This man has to stop abusing the shit out of emojis.

Let's be real, Haku is not going to let you be smug about it for too long. I have a feeling he lives for a good playful banter, especially with you. And he's quite happy you decided to be the one teasing him this time.

What did you do to Subaru?? Poor boy is malfunctioning! His whole face turns red as he stares at the screen. He wanted to reply apologizing for calling you that even though you made him do it, but then Haku snatched his phone, telling him to just take a couple of breaths instead..

Zenji won't really shy away from letting you know about his emotions. He smiles at your silly joke, praising you for the idea. I feel like he's very effortless with being smooth but might not be aware of it himself. He's just being honest with you after all. Nothing to blush about, right?

You should have seen that coming, honestly. Rui is not going to get flustered. But he's going to like it a lot. Honestly, he's going to take most of your innocent interactions the wrong way but he doesn't care. He just can't wait until he can call you his.

Lyca is just a little oblivious. A little. You have to go easy on him you know? He's going to get all huffy, calling you stupid through the screen for messing with him. But then his expression softens, realizing it's not actually far from the truth. To him, your scent is like honey and he can't help but feel drawn in.

Ed is not going to let this opportunity slip. Not when you usually don't take him seriously. But he's the one to blame, with the constant teasing and innuendos. He's definitely going to relish in the feeling of you showing any kind of interest.

[bedoballoons]

I’m back

I’m not sure if you write wlw or nblw/gnlw or anything like that but hear me out

anyway I was thinking, imagine the (fem! Or gn!) mechanic reader (yes my genshin self insert is a mechanic and I’m delulu) with lyney or Furina, or any other characters you wanna add if you want (idk how this works). Where the characters keep breaking things on purpose just so that the reader can come over and fix it and so they get to see reader. The reader catches on and teases the character. (You can make it lead to nfsw or not if you want ;) )

also I’ll give myself an emoji so here’s mine

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I do any forms of relationships as long as they aren't incest or pedophilia! I absolutely love this idea!! I think it's super cute so I hope you don't mind but I decided to make it fluffy!! Enjoy and thank you for requesting <3

P.s Can I call you the starstruck anon?

─��⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Just one more thing before you go~༺}

CW: Super sweet fluff! Reader works as a mechanic and the characters keep calling them up to fix things so they can spend time with them!

(Includes: Lyney, Navia, and Furina!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney kneeled down beside you, trying his best not to get in your way as you worked on the latest broken thing in his home...he just couldn't help it. Whenever he was near you it was like his heart decided to do its own performance, beating faster and skipping whenever your eyes landed on him...because of this sometimes the simple machinery he used in his home...would mysteriously end up not working, "So how goes the fixing hmm? My apologies for having to call you out here again, usually I'd just have Freminet take a look but he's currently busy"

"Seems to me like someone's intentionally sabotaging your heater...they even left the screwdriver inside of it." You turned to him with a sly smirk playing on your features, holding the screwdriver up to him so he could read Freminets name from it. The blush that followed was so adorable you couldn't help but tease him a little, "If you wanted me to spend time with you Lyney, you could have just asked~"

𑁍༄Navia:

"I truly cannot thank you enough for coming to my rescue again. It seems every time you leave the Spina di Rosula has yet another problem to fix...of course it's not particularly a bad thing because I enjoy your company immensely." The beautiful blonde chuckled nervously, trying to get ahold of herself before she ended up confessing her feelings to you, she was honestly shocked she hadn't yet..

"I'm always here whenever you need me Navia, it's definitely not a bad thing for me. I get to hang out with a goregous woman and get VIP treatment from the Spina."

"You're always welcome to anything here at-...I'm sorry did you just call me goregous?"

"Well...I figured since you're always bringing me here to fix things you've clearly sabotaged, it's only fair a make a little advancement myself.~"

The poor girl's face heated up, you'd figured it out? How long had you known?! "I- oh my..."

𑁍༄Furina:

"I truthfully have no idea how anyone expects a archon to live under such conditions, every time I go to use something it's no longer working. If I didn't have you'd I'd surely have left this place for something better by now." Furina talked away while you worked, trying to act as normally abnormal as ever...even though inside her emotions were on a rampage. If only you knew she wanted so desperately to play the part of your lover more than any other role, she'd even sabotaged her own residence so she could see you more often.

"I actually believe I've found a solution to keep things from breaking...if the archon so wished to hear it."

She went dead silent, unable to fathom how you could possibly stop anything in her house from breaking, "The archon wishes to, even someone with my divinity can't even think how a simple human could make something no longer able to break, I'd love to see what maniac idea you've come up with."

"Its actually very easy, all I have to do is ask if you'd like to go out sometime. Then we could spend time together without you needing to break things~"

"I-i what on earth are you talking about? I wouldn't break something just to spend time with someone, I am a archon with a busy life. I don't have the time for such nons-"

"Lady Furina..."

"Yes?"

"You left your glove in the pipe."

"..."

"May I take you out on a date?"

"...yes you may..."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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hi ill become an anon 4 u! would you write chenle x reader who's really obvious w their crush? like they make him lil things all the time and gets so blushy around him so lele decides to take matters into his own hands :3 (you can do wtvr you want with the confrontation >_o) okii ty!!

♡ marks wife

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

p chenle x fem!reader g fluff

hi anon!! tysm for req. what do you want ur emoji to be :3

chenle wasn’t stupid.

if anything, he prided himself on being sharp—on reading people well, on picking up things others missed.

so when y/n started acting weird around him—stammering when he got too close, avoiding eye contact, blushing like crazy—he noticed.

and the gifts? yeah, those were hard to miss.

it started small. a neatly wrapped pack of his favorite candy left on his desk one morning. then a custom keychain with his initials, which she shoved into his hands so fast she nearly tripped over her words. then a handwritten note before his basketball game, wishing him luck with a tiny doodle of a dolphin in the corner.

chenle wasn’t dense.

and if y/n thought she was being subtle, she was dead wrong.

which is why, after weeks of watching her fluster herself into oblivion, he decided to do something about it.

the opportunity presented itself after school, when he caught y/n stuffing yet another carefully wrapped gift into his locker.

“you know, most people just say hi when they like someone.”

y/n jumped.

she spun around so fast she nearly knocked herself into the locker, her face instantly going up in flames. “chenle?! what are you—”

chenle grinned, leaning casually against the row of lockers. “what am i doing?” he tilted his head. “the real question is, what are you doing?”

y/n looked horrified.

“i wasn’t doing anything!” she blurted, immediately stepping in front of his locker like she could physically block the evidence.

chenle snorted. “yeah? then move.”

her eyes went wide. “why?”

“because i want to see what you definitely weren’t putting in my locker.”

y/n clamped her hands over her face, groaning. “oh my god.”

chenle just laughed, stepping closer. he didn’t miss the way her breath hitched, the way she gripped the sleeves of her sweater like it might help her survive this.

she was so obvious. and honestly? it was cute.

“i think i get it now,” he mused, tapping a finger against his chin. “you like me, don’t you?”

y/n’s whole body twitched.

“you dont know what you are talking about”

chenle leaned in, lowering his voice just enough to make her squirm. “is that a no?”

she opened her mouth—probably to deny it—but her words got stuck somewhere between her brain and her throat.

chenle grinned. “thought so.”

y/n made a noise that sounded somewhere between a whimper and a cry for help.

“hey,” he said, nudging her shoulder lightly. “relax. you don’t have to freak out.”

“this is so embarrassing ,” y/n muttered into her hands.

chenle chuckled, then—before she could spiral any further—reached for her wrist, gently pulling her hands away from her face.

“listen,” he said, softer now, meeting her wide, embarrassed eyes. “if you’re gonna go through all this trouble just to get my attention…”

y/n swallowed hard. “what?”

chenle grinned. “you could’ve just asked me out.”

“what?"

“i’m serious,” he continued, watching her carefully. “you like me, right?”

y/n stared at him, her lips parting slightly.

it took a second, but she nodded.

chenle smirked. “ i like you too.”

for a solid five seconds, y/n didn’t move. didn’t breathe.

chenle laughed, ruffling her hair before turning on his heel. “c’mon, let’s get something to eat. i’ll consider it our first date.”

and with that, he walked off—leaving y/n standing there, still frozen, still reeling, still trying to comprehend what just happened.

@chenlezip @injvns @polarisjisung @narcisstict @mrkified

[jnginlov]

i love you, again

your boyfriend has a bit of an endearing habit when he gets drunk and after a stressful day you couldn’t be happier to hear it

⇀ pairing s.coups x reader

⇀ genre fluff, slight hurt/comfort (but just the comfort)

⇀ style one-shot/blurb

⇀ word count 1.6k

⇀ warnings drinking (reader has wine, cheol is drunk), talk of being stressed, food, so sickly sweet

⇀ reactions from the gc “You love me so much🥹this was perfect”

note i wrote this MONTHS ago for syd and i guess myself cause i had the shittiest week known to man (ignore the formatting idk why i was writing with capitalization bleh)

Seungcheol wasn’t known to be a lightweight, especially compared to some of his other band mates, but there were certainly times when he’d gotten past the point of making sense. You predicted that tonight might be one of those when he’d texted you that he and the boys were all going out to celebrate the end of their incredibly successful promotions for their latest comeback. Usually he might invite you to tag along, as many of the members enjoyed bringing their partner along, but he knew you’d had a tough day, the kind only recovered from by alone time, so he had let you know where they were all going and that he’d probably be home a bit late, and you were honestly a bit thankful that you would have the entire apartment to yourself for the next few hours at least. You loved your boyfriend, but honestly if you had to interact with another person face-to-face for very much longer before you had your personal decompression time, you might just break down.

So, when you get home you move as slowly as you feel like, pouring yourself a glass of wine, running a bath with your favorite bubble mix, that you remind yourself to thank your boyfriend for restocking earlier in the week, and ordering your favorite comfort food to be delivered just before your skin would start to wrinkle in the water. Once you’ve settled onto the couch with your food and pulled up your favorite movie you can already feel that most of the day has melted off your shoulders.

As the movie ends you check your phone for the first time since you've gotten home, there are a few notifications from your friends and a couple messages from Jeonghan. You two are certainly friends but he’s not really a casual texter so you’re slightly confused until you notice the images he’d attached.

The first picture is just Seungcheol, a candid of him laughing at something one of the other boys must of done or said. He was always better at taking those aesthetic boyfriend pictures of Cheol than you were, but you like to blame it on the years of practice he had before you even knew either of them. The second picture is obviously from later in the night, and you notice that it was only sent a few minutes ago. There are several empty glasses in front of your boyfriend, and you can spot at least three empty soju bottles, but most notably he is very cutely posing for the camera, a blush dusting his cheeks as he pouts his lips.

You giggle as you reply to Jeonghan with a quick and simple laughing emoji before you place your phone back next to you on the couch and set up for your second movie of the night. You don’t feel a buzz next to you for the entire first act of the film, Jeonghan often not responding unless he has something else to say, but just as the main character is starting to reach the peak of their conflict your phone lights up with a call from your likely very drunk boyfriend.

You answer as soon as the movie is paused, smiling gently as you say, “Hi Cheolie.”

You hear his muffled giggle on the other side of the line before he replies with a drawn out, “Hiiii.”

“What’s up?” you ask, knowing that he must have called you for a reason.

He giggles again, although this time he forgets to cover the microphone and you can hear the tinkle of his laugh as clearly as your phone speaker will allow. His giggles always had the same effect on you, feeling light stream between your ribs as butterflies brush against your stomach. Instantly the rest of the tension you’d been holding in your body seems to melt away, swallowed by the love struck smile your boyfriend has to be wearing on his face based on the way his next few words come out.

“Hmm, I want to tell you something.” He says it lightly and you’re starting to realize how gone he must be. You can faintly hear the muffled sounds of the bar he’d been at for the past several hours but you figure he must have stepped out of the main room, if not all the way outside, because the background sounds don’t cover his words at all. “Can I tell you something?”

“You know you can tell me anything,” you reply quickly, telling the truth even though you’re familiar with the secret he’s about to spill.

Every few months, once your boyfriend has gotten sufficiently inebriated, his memory will seem to fail him and he will forget how far you’d gotten into your relationship. This means that wherever he is, whatever he is doing he will suddenly have a burst of longing for you and will need to “tell you something”. This something is always along the lines of how much he loves you but he will treat this fact, that you already know and had probably heard him tell you at least five times that day alone, as though it’s a new confession. The other boys think it’s funny but you find it adorable that the man you love returns your feelings so strongly that he basically can’t keep them to himself even if he’s not sure you two are even in a relationship.

You hear Seungcheol take a deep breath through the phone before he says, “Okay but it’s really important.”

You chuckle lightly in admiration and try to control your smile as you reply. “Would you rather do it in person?” you ask, never having this happen with him over the phone. Usually this would happen when you were together drinking, so although you’d had a glass of wine earlier you were certainly more sober than you’d been any other time he’d done this.

“No!” he practically shouts in response. “I’m too nervous,” he responds quietly, although his words are slurring together and so you almost don’t hear him.

“Okay,” you say fondly, your own smile no longer able to be fought off by your self control. “I’m listening,” you reassure him as another chuckle slips past your lips.

He takes a pause and you almost wonder if he’s going to not say it. Maybe you misread the situation and he is actually telling you something that you’d rather hear in person. You feel a bubble of doubt form in the bottom of your stomach, itching with nerves as you wait for your boyfriend to stumble through his next words.

As soon as he’s opened his mouth you feel that bubble pop and the itching is replaced with warmth as he, as clearly as he can with all the alcohol running through his system, says, “I love you.” It’s a firm statement, said with the tone of a fact but the way you can practically feel Seungcheol’s tension radiating through the phone almost makes it feel like a question.

“I love you too,” your reply rolling off your tongue as easy as every time you say it to him but never losing any of the tenderness you hold for your lover.

Seungcheol suddenly releases a breath on the other end of the line and you can almost hear his lips stretch into the loving smile he always gives you after hearing those words.

The next few moments are filled with comfortable silence and you’re almost afraid to break it before you ask, “When are you coming home?”

This seems to almost bring him back for a moment as he must be remembering that, not only is this not the first time he’s told you he loves you but, he shares an apartment with you, where he gets to go to bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning. You’re patient as you wait for him to catch up and you almost feel bad for ruining his romantic alcohol related fantasy until he has suddenly come back to reality.

“Right now,” he says with an urgency, and you can hear him open the door that had separated him from the commotion of the main room. “I want to hold you,” he adds as a sort of explanation and you faintly hear the sounds of Jeonghan calling your boyfriend’s name.

“I’m all yours,” you reply with a light giggle, shaking your head as you get up to move to the bed, turning off your forgotten movie and packing your leftovers for the fridge.

“Wow,” he breaths out faintly in disbelief causing you to let out another giggle.

“I love you,” you remind him, partly just to hear him sigh in that lovestruck way he does when he’s in this mood. “I’ll see you soon, baby,” you add and you can hear him drop something or bump into something as all the other boys groan at him and you laugh.

“I love you too, bye,” he says quickly as you can hear the boys starting to hound him about what he’s doing before he hangs up.

As you bring the phone away from your ear you notice how different you feel from when you first got home and even from just before your boyfriend called you. The stress from your day had dissipated almost completely and you almost forgot that you’d originally wanted to spend your night alone. So as you get comfortable in bed, and wait for your sweet Cheol to join you, you make a mental note to allow yourself to enjoy your boyfriend’s healing energy when you might feel like isolating again.

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[rashoumon-homo]

Dating Ango HCs

Ango x Male Reader, SFW and NSFW

Request from @unprofessionalsimp

SFW

His contact for you in his phone is the only one that he puts an emoji on. It’s still Last Name, First Name like everyone else but yours has a cute emoji that reminds him of you

He blushes when you flirt with him and it’s so cute you can’t help but do it all the time

Your camera roll is full of blurry photos of him because you’re always sneaking photos of him when he’s distracted

He can be really distant when he gets home from work since it’s hard for him to let his guard down after hours of being on high alert, so you make an effort to distract him right when he gets home. Sometimes by telling him a funny story about the day, sometimes by making dinner, or sometimes by watching tv on the couch with him.

He’s not big on PDA, even holding hands, because he worries people will try to use you against him or hurt you

You love kissing his forehead because he always closes his eyes and smiles without thinking about it

You take his glasses off for him when he falls asleep with them on (which is often)

Sometimes he puts his hair in a little half-ponytail to keep it out of his face and you think it’s adorable so you’re always begging him to do it

You have a cat together (or are thinking of getting one) but don’t want human kids

On one of your first dates, you mentioned the title of your favorite book (and then promptly forgot lol) - he said he hadn’t read it but would look it up. On your first anniversary, he gave you a copy of the book that he’d read and annotated. Most of the notes were about his thoughts while reading, but some lines were highlighted with a heart in the margin and there were notes like “this character reminds me of him” or “I can see why he loves this book”

NSFW

The vulnerability and intimacy of sex is a really big deal to him

It took a longgg time to warm him up to the idea of having sex

You’ve both established safe words and make sure to check in regularly, even for vanilla sex

He’s a switch but prefers to bottom

He might not seem like it on the surface, but he can get really subby really fast

Discovered he likes being tied up - it’s exciting to him to be at your mercy since he knows you’ll treat him well

Occasionally likes being blindfolded, but on days when work is especially rough, anticipation can tip over into genuine fear. He’s had to use the safe word a couple times with that particular kink, although he does enjoy it if he’s in the right headspace

Generally doesn’t have a lot of kinks; prefers to stick with what he knows he likes instead of trying something new

Surprisingly quiet during sex - though that doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying it!

Sex with you is a stress relief for him

Compared to his work life, where he can’t trust anyone, letting you have control during sex is a way he likes to unwind

It took a while for him to get to the point of trusting you enough to let you have complete control in bed, but now that you two have that kind of trust in each other, he’s able to let down his guard and really enjoy himself

It’s honestly just all-around good for him to have someone in his life he can trust completely. And while physical intimacy might make that trust more obvious, he definitely trusts you in every area of his life.

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𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳

Pairing: Bazz B x female reader.

Summary: Bazz B gets a hand massage from his girlfriend and decides to show her just how good he is with his fingers.

Request: Heyooooo! Hope you are doing well! Can I please get a scenario for my hot fire rooster, Bazz-B? I don’t see many T-T One where he could be angrily ranting to his girlfriend reader about something(I imagine it happens often lol), and while he does that, reader would sneakily start messing with his hands to calm him down and get him to stop? Like touching them, massaging them, removing his gloves, kissing his fingers and so on? Maybe starting cute/gentle and probably getting gradually sexy? He would try to stay mad cuz reader isn’t really listening to his looong ass rant but can’t. He would probably become a bit of a blushing mess because it would be sweet but a huge turn on for him. Could go into full blown sexy times, but that’s up to you ;) Just had the random thought the other day since he always claims to be good with his fingers lmao. So I would love to see what you come up with if you feel up for it. Thanks and love your work! P.S: I really like this whole anon emoji thing so can I claim either ❤️‍🔥 or 🔥? Cuz expect to hear from me often….. if it’s not a problem. 😅

A/n: Omggg heyy <3 Feel free to claim ❤️‍🔥 I honestly think Bazz is sooo hot, it's insane.

Content: Smut, Bazz B being a little bit of a hothead, fingering, cursing.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

The bedroom door slams open and you perk your head up. Your boyfriend, Bazz B comes marching into the room. His fists are clenched and his nostrils are flared.

"That stupid idiot! You know, sometimes I wonder just how they could be so insanely stupid!" Bazz scoffs out, shaking his head in denial.

"Awww, tell me more," you encourage him and he continues onto his long rant. He's spewing out words, left and right, but they go through right your eardrums.

Your eyes glance down at his gloved hands, clenched at his side and you reach out.

"Oh...uh huh," you nod your head, grabbing onto his hands and starting to massage them. Bazz doesn't even notice as he angrily rants on, his voice filling the room.

"Hey...you're not even listening," he speaks sternly, catching your attention. You gaze up at him, slowly taking off his gloves and tossing them aside.

"No, I am. Keep on going," you assure him, shooting him a sly smile.

He lets out a tiny sigh and cocks an eyebrow, pondering for a minute before going back to his rant. You bring his hands up to your lips and shower them in soft kisses.

Bazz stops in the middle of his sentence, stuttering as his cheeks turn a slight pink.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asks, glaring down at you. You shrug your shoulders.

"Nothing," you reply innocently.

"Well...I just thought you could show me how good you are with your fingers since you claim to be, but oh well," you tease him, letting out a tiny, playful sigh.

Bazz's whole expression changes from hearing your words. A grin tugs along his face and he lets out a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah? Does somebody want me to show them how good I am with my fingers and how good I can make them feel?" Bazz asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your heart thuds against your chest and you nod your head. Bazz wastes no time, tugging down your pants and underwear. His fingers wrap around your underwear, gazing at the large wet spot on them.

He lets out a tiny chuckle and tosses them aside. "Look at that, pretty girl. You're so wet for me already, aren't you?" he asks, his voice deep and sending a chill down your spine.

He places his pointer finger on your clit and you inhale sharply. Even the slightest touch has got you jumping. Bazz takes notice of your reaction and replaces his pointer finger with his thumb, rubbing your clit.

You wrap your fingers around the bedsheets squeezing them as pleasure starts to tingle your body. Bazz smirks and a gleam overtakes his eyes.

"Somebody's very sensitive," he teases you, fingers brushing against your wet folds.

"Stop teasing me," you breathe out, almost begging him. The look inside of Bazz's eyes changes and they darken in a way. The room becomes hot and heavy as he slowly slides two fingers inside of you, earning a quiet gasp from you.

The pads of his fingers tap against that plush spot inside of you and grabs onto your hip with his other hand. His hand is pushing your body into the plush bed as his fingers work on building up the pleasure inside of you.

"That feels really good," you comment, spreading your thighs wider to feel more of his fingers.

"Yeah, baby?" Bazz asks you, inserting a third finger inside of you. You clench around his fingers, moans leaving your mouth as his fingers dance along your g-spot.

"Yes," you whimper out, heart beat speeding up and a knot twisting inside of your gut. The way his fingers prod right up against your spot makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Bazz's eyes gaze over your face, pleasure written all over it. He loves the way his fingers can make you feel and how pretty your moans are for him.

The pleasure starts building up inside of you as his thick fingers slide in and out of you. Wet squelches fill the room along with your heavy breathing, moans, and whines.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?" Bazz asks, grabbing onto your jaw and forces you to look up at him. Your eyes are welling up with tears, so immense from the pleasure.

"Yes, p-please Bazz," you beg him, feeling your climax coming on. He speeds up the pace of his fingers and your jaw falls open, loud moans leaving it.

The room becomes filled with lewd sounds of moans, wetness, and high pitched whines as you cum onto Bazz's fingers. He feels the warm liquid spill onto his thick fingers, leaving his fingers inside of you as you come down from your high.

You pant heavily as tears slide down the side of your face, happy ones of course. Bazz's fingers press into your jaw and he slowly slides his cum covered fingers out from your pussy.

"God, you sound so pretty when you cum for me," he chuckles out with a deep voice, dipping his head down towards yours and kissing you roughly.

Your pussy is throbbing still, a reminder of how good Bazz is with his fingers.

[evieelyzabethh]

Do you have any hcs of modern au jock Jayce x reader? I know you’ve written some smut of him in this context, but I was just wondering if I could request some dating/general hcs of this man? Please and thanks you!!

Modern AU Jock!Jayce

Jock!Jayce who on the surface is the biggest walking stereotype you have ever seen. A 6'7 behemoth who got into the university on a full ride sports scholarship. Starting quarterback on the line-up, at a new party every other night, a different girl hanging off his sentences every time you see him.

Jock!Jayce who is personable enough and gets along with his teammates just fine. He wouldn't say he enjoys the parties, but rather that they are a formality he feels obligated to attend. Usually after the first hour, he's tucked away in a room upstairs with a half-empty bottle of water questioning his poor time management and inability to say no.

Jock!Jayce who'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the girls and the stares when he walked past. It certainly was a quick change of pace from his adolescent days where he holed himself in the public library reading about outer space and the broader universe or stayed in his room for hours recategorizing his dinosaur collection.

Jock!Jayce who isn't a complete stereotype. Since student athletes do have to show up to class, most of them tend to major in something related to exercise and sports science, most going onto either continuing with the sport until some game ending injury or they end up a middle school P.E teacher reminiscing bitterly about their college glory days. Jayce had never planned to do either. He hadn't even planned to continue with football after high school, but the money was hard to ignore.

Jock!Jayce who is much smarter than most give him credit for, but it's much easier to play the role of the himbo. He's an engineering major, he's a student athlete, he has so many social commitments, clubs, and parties to attend, so forgive him if he likes to just stop thinking for a little while.

Jock!Jayce who worships the ground you walk on yet cannot take praise himself. He insists that you are pretty to carry your own things which leads to your tiny purses in his large hands and everything that won't fit in his large pockets. The second you get tired of your heels on nights out, he's on his knees to slip them on your feet and carry you back home. He watches you in awe as you get dressed in the morning or get ready at your vanity, his eyes soft and round and his heart fluttering in his chest. Yet, the second you so much as tell him he looks nice that day, he's a blushing mess.

Jock!Jayce who is always on his phone, which means you receive a good morning, angel text every morning at 4:30 on the dot and a good night, my love at 11:30. He also does not believe gn or ml, he types out the whole word because how else will you know he means it. His texts are largely formal, but he does abuse the fuck out of emoji's. He's anxious that a text will come off too serious, and emoji's are the best way he can think of to soften the delivery and keep it playful.

Jock!Jayce who is a bit of an internet celebrity because the school you go to is well known for sports and he was a highly anticipated draft pick. This being said, he does think those couple TikTok trends are really cute. Specifically, the one where you leave kiss marks all over his face and decorate his biceps with pink bows. He also enjoys resting his head on your lap. Matter of fact, a picture of him with his head between your thighs is probably his lockscreen photo.

Jock!Jayce whose favorite place to put his hands is in your back pocket. He's also the type to put his hands on your hips when he's trying to scooch right past ya'. He's also really big on eye-contact. Is anything going on behind those eyes when you're speaking? No, not often, but he gets distracted really easily. He tries, honestly, he really does, but then he's noticing that you have really pretty earrings in, and the sparkle of your eyeshadow really compliments your eyes, and your lips are so perfectly glossy and now he's subconsciously leaning in until you either lean in to kiss him or roll your eyes at his antics.

Jock!Jayce who is a really good driver. He's definitely a very cautious driver, he doesn't like going over the speed limit, he doesn't believe in speeding through yellow lights, he actually stops at every stop sign he sees. He has a very funny sort of road-rage. He certainly gets frustrated, but he never yells. It's usually some variation of a passive aggressive sigh and a 'nice blinker, asshole'. He also does the hot car reverse thing where he puts his hand behind your head rest.

Speaking of cars and car rides, he loves being a useful boyfriend. You popped a tire? He's already on his way with a spare in his trunk. You don't have a car, and you need a ride to the grocery store? Perfectly fine, he would prefer you not have a car. Too many carbon emissions and they are nothing but oversized death mobiles. You really want your nails done? Take his card and he expects pictures of the final product. Not only this, but he refuses to let you walk on the outside of the sidewalk.

Jock!Jayce who rarely lets you sit in on his training sessions because you always get distracted less than half an hour in. He doesn't notice anything at first, which is criminal because it takes the slightest movement for his chest to pop out of that sorry excuse of a t-shirt and don't even get me started on when he lifts the bottom to wipe the accumulating sweat off his brow. He thinks it's purely funny when he manhandles you as a weight but between how close you are to his glistening skin and the grunts he makes when he tosses you around, it was never bound to end wholesomely.

Jock!Jayce who on the surface is the biggest walking stereotype you have ever seen. A 6'7 behemoth who got into the university on a full ride sports scholarship. Starting quarterback on the line-up, at a new party every other night, a different girl hanging off his sentences every time you see him.

Jock!Jayce who is personable enough and gets along with his teammates just fine. He wouldn't say he enjoys the parties, but rather that they are a formality he feels obligated to attend. Usually after the first hour, he's tucked away in a room upstairs with a half-empty bottle of water questioning his poor time management and inability to say no.

Jock!Jayce who'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the girls and the stares when he walked past. It certainly was a quick change of pace from his adolescent days where he holed himself in the public library reading about outer space and the broader universe or stayed in his room for hours recategorizing his dinosaur collection.

Jock!Jayce who isn't a complete stereotype. Since student athletes do have to show up to class, most of them tend to major in something related to exercise and sports science, most going onto either continuing with the sport until some game ending injury or they end up a middle school P.E teacher reminiscing bitterly about their college glory days. Jayce had never planned to do either. He hadn't even planned to continue with football after high school, but the money was hard to ignore.

Jock!Jayce who is much smarter than most give him credit for, but it's much easier to play the role of the himbo. He's an engineering major, he's a student athlete, he has so many social commitments, clubs, and parties to attend, so forgive him if he likes to just stop thinking for a little while.

Jock!Jayce who worships the ground you walk on yet cannot take praise himself. He insists that you are pretty to carry your own things which leads to your tiny purses in his large hands and everything that won't fit in his large pockets. The second you get tired of your heels on nights out, he's on his knees to slip them on your feet and carry you back home. He watches you in awe as you get dressed in the morning or get ready at your vanity, his eyes soft and round and his heart fluttering in his chest. Yet, the second you so much as tell him he looks nice that day, he's a blushing mess.

Jock!Jayce who is always on his phone, which means you receive a good morning, angel text every morning at 4:30 on the dot and a good night, my love at 11:30. He also does not believe gn or ml, he types out the whole word because how else will you know he means it. His texts are largely formal, but he does abuse the fuck out of emoji's. He's anxious that a text will come off too serious, and emoji's are the best way he can think of to soften the delivery and keep it playful.

Jock!Jayce who is a bit of an internet celebrity because the school you go to is well known for sports and he was a highly anticipated draft pick. This being said, he does think those couple TikTok trends are really cute. Specifically, the one where you leave kiss marks all over his face and decorate his biceps with pink bows. He also enjoys resting his head on your lap. Matter of fact, a picture of him with his head between your thighs is probably his lockscreen photo.

Jock!Jayce whose favorite place to put his hands is in your back pocket. He's also the type to put his hands on your hips when he's trying to scooch right past ya'. He's also really big on eye-contact. Is anything going on behind those eyes when you're speaking? No, not often, but he gets distracted really easily. He tries, honestly, he really does, but then he's noticing that you have really pretty earrings in, and the sparkle of your eyeshadow really compliments your eyes, and your lips are so perfectly glossy and now he's subconsciously leaning in until you either lean in to kiss him or roll your eyes at his antics.

Jock!Jayce who is a really good driver. He's definitely a very cautious driver, he doesn't like going over the speed limit, he doesn't believe in speeding through yellow lights, he actually stops at every stop sign he sees. He has a very funny sort of road-rage. He certainly gets frustrated, but he never yells. It's usually some variation of a passive aggressive sigh and a 'nice blinker, asshole'. He also does the hot car reverse thing where he puts his hand behind your head rest.

Speaking of cars and car rides, he loves being a useful boyfriend. You popped a tire? He's already on his way with a spare in his trunk. You don't have a car, and you need a ride to the grocery store? Perfectly fine, he would prefer you not have a car. Too many carbon emissions and they are nothing but oversized death mobiles. You really want your nails done? Take his card and he expects pictures of the final product. Not only this, but he refuses to let you walk on the outside of the sidewalk.

Jock!Jayce who rarely lets you sit in on his training sessions because you always get distracted less than half an hour in. He doesn't notice anything at first, which is criminal because it takes the slightest movement for his chest to pop out of that sorry excuse of a t-shirt and don't even get me started on when he lifts the bottom to wipe the accumulating sweat off his brow. He thinks it's purely funny when he manhandles you as a weight but between how close you are to his glistening skin and the grunts he makes when he tosses you around, it was never bound to end wholesomely.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Finding out you have a womb tattoo - Tokyo Rev Headcanons

Mikey

Doesn't understand the appeal really

He thinks it's a pretty unique tattoo placement, but it's not something that turns him on

Still loves it because it's on you, and he loves you sooo :)

Asks if he'd look good with one too

Honestly I think he might get one if you convinced him enough, or if you offered to get matching ones?

Takemichi

*blush emoji x 10*

You have a tattoo WHERE?!

That's a little uh 😳

If you want to really fluster him, take his hand and make him touch it

Touching somewhere so intimate will have his whole face red in an instant

Mitsuya

He acts very chill about it

He's very sweet and helps you with healing and caring for it

When you're both alone though? He's going to tease you and try to rile you up

He'll lift up your shirt just to look at it, brush his fingertips against your skin, and tell you how much it suits you

Hanma

If you expect him to be chill in any way, you are sorely mistaken

He can't keep his hands off of you

If it's a new tattoo then he'll let you heal first, but once it's all healed up he's going to touch and tease you constantly

When you're cuddling with him he'll slide down until his face is hovering above your stomach and kiss your tattoo

And if he's feeling more submissive, he'll drop to his knees in front of you to plant a kiss there too 💛

Kokonoi

As much of a tease as Hanma is

He looooves looking at it. He's always asking you to lift your shirt up or take it off

He's definitely thought about getting a matching one many times 👀

I think he's the type to like stuff like that. Like tramp stamps and nipple piercings too ;)

Taiju

As if he didn't tease you enough already

Loves brushing his hands against it, just feeling you squirm and arch your back... that really does something for him

Also loves placing a hand over your tattoo and pulling you against his chest

Also also loves kissing you there and biting the skin around it, leaving little bruises down there

Yuzuha

She gets the appeal, but it's not really a turn-on for her

She does think it's neat though!

If you get a real cutesy design or one in pink ink, she'll coo about how cute it is

She sometimes asks to touch it, not because she finds it hot or anything...no definitely not... she's just uh, curious about how tattoos feel?

*coughs* Anyways you definitely didn't see her blush while she was feeling it... absolutely not

Hakkai

Hakkai.exe has stopped working

It's called a whAT tattoo?!

Bless this poor man, he's so easily flustered

If you're shirtless or have it on display for any reason, he's not going to be able to look you in the eyes...

If you take his hand and place it on your tattoo, he will combust

You tease him constantly with it

Your hand dips under the waistband of his boxers as you tell him how pretty he'd look with one of his own and he has to cover his face with his hands

He canNOT look at you right now 🫣

[fan-goddess]

Sugar daddy!aegon x reader au?

Authors note: Yeah sure I’ll definitely try! I kinda adjusted it so it’s still technically sugar daddy!Aegon but with a sort of relationship with it as well… it’s complicated. Also the plot is kinda similar to my onset patience, but we’ll just ignore that…

Taglist: @lovelykhaleesiii, @arcielee, @blue-serendipity,

Warnings: Sugar daddy stuff, allusions to smut, some angsty stuff, some fluffy stuff

The sound of your phones notifications made your heart pick up, and when you read them your face just instantly brightened.

You’d met Aegon on an official sugar baby app a few months ago. He was a little older yes, but he was honestly the nicest person when you’d begun to talk to him, and it helped he was somehow both the cutest and the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

You hadn’t done anything like being a sugar baby before in your life, but the recent increase in the economy meant your life had gotten ten times harder, in every way that was possible. Soon, the pay you got at your simple job wasn’t cutting it, and the bills were piling up, as well as the worry of paying for your schooling.

One of your coworkers, a darling woman only a few years older who you’d confessed your money issues to, had recommended the app. Claiming she’d used it during her own schooling years and it payed well. All you needed to do was know who was a creep and who was actually a sweetheart.

When you had downloaded it, at first the app had just stayed unopened for weeks. Merely sitting there in your home screen, practically mocking you whenever you went past it. The bright pink colour of the icon effortlessly drawing your attention to it every time. You only opened it by accident, only after you went to go into your camera app to take some random picture, and yet when you realised you were looking at the log in screen for the app, you just couldn’t find yourself closing the app. Instead, you took a deep breath while staring at the screen, and filled out the necessary information with nervous breaths.

It’d been a couple days before you received your very first message. An ordinary looking guy at first glance, who according to his profile was in his forties and worked in a high position in a kind of security firm. Though when you opened the message, you found no helloes no asking how your day was. Instead, his first message was him just wanting to know if you would be interested in sending him some feet pics. To be honest, you don’t think you’ve ever blocked anyone faster than what you did then. Still, you didn’t get any more notifications from the app for a while, and even though you didn’t necessarily want the app in the first place, you must admit that your self esteem certainly went a little down hill.

However, a couple more weeks had passed when you woke up with a message request saying someone was interested, and when you looked at his profile, you honestly felt your cheeks become deep red with blush. He had a silvery-blonde hair colour that you’d never seen on anyone before, and his eyes were a gorgeous shade of purple that made them look almost lavender. When you finally stopped gawking at the profile and looked at what he’d sent you, silently praying that it wouldn’t be like the first time, you’d been so relieved to have been greeted with just a simple hello with a matching emoji. It was so simple, and yet you found it so easily adorable as well.

You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and it wasn’t long till you found yourself answering to him and actually talking to him. Again, you were nervous he’d try and sneak in questions on feet, but the relief hit you hard when no conversations like that even happened. In all honesty, it didn’t even feel like you were talking to a sugar daddy. If felt like you were taking to a friend.

Though that friend bubble needed to be broken, and soon the topic of why the both of you were on the app came up. You’d confessed how you were in money troubles, and Aegon told you about his desire to treat someone with a kind of kindness that he never really received. He said that he liked to feel like he was wanted, even if it was for money, which is all honestly made you quite sad for him, and when you told him your concerns about that he just brushed it off quickly, as if he was used to it.

Though soon, an agreement was made between the two of you. He’d take you out for all these nice things, get to parade you proudly at family events and in return, he’d pay you for your time generously and get to treat you every so often.

One of the guidelines of the app when you first signed up included answering whether you’d be interested in having sexual relations with your sugar daddy, and you’d ticked yes with the image of this gorgeous older man in mind. You were almost tempted to change it after the feet guy, but you were glad you didn’t. Aegon had made it clear he’d never force you to have sex with him, a fact you were grateful of. Yet even so, there was this sort of line between the both of you that every so often kept getting smudged and blurred.

If you could’ve, you probably would’ve blamed Aegon and his stupidly pretty face. The first time it happened, he’d taken you to some high class bar, and of course as Aegon did he bought some very expensive wine. You were never good handling your drink, and Aegons flirtatious words that you usually would just slyly answer back with a smile, became too much for tipsy you as your face began to go warm and flush a deep red as you began to heavily flirt back with a hand on his arm. Sober you the next morning, while you laid in bed naked under the sheets with your legs numb after cumming around five times, couldn’t help but feel an immense pride as the image of Aegons flustered smiles came to memory.

Though soon that line got crossed over again, then again, then again. Until nearly every time Aegon took you out for a meal with his family or some kind of business type of situation, it ended in him driving you home, then fucking you stupid either in the car or in your or his bed.

It was a similar type of deal today, as tonight was a family dinner that Alicent claimed was arranged months ago. However, unbeknownst to her it was also the year anniversary of when you agreed to be Aegons sugar baby, and if the both of you had been able to have your way then there’s no doubt of mind the evening would’ve been spent by ordering food in and putting on a random movie the two of you could make fun of.

After Alicent had called him to remind him, Aegon had made sure to let you know that he wasn’t forcing you to go to this, and that he could most likely handle the evening by himself. But to his surprise, you’d persisted and actually said it’ll be nice to see his relatives. “I swear I’ll pay you like, five times I usually do darling! Fuck I am so lucky to have you!” He exclaimed pecking at your forehead with small kisses in gratitude. You can’t deny the slight twinge in you guy that you felt at the reminder of him paying you, but it didn’t matter to you at that moment. Only Aegon currently mattered.

The piece currently laying on your bed in front of you was something Aegon had suggested. A little thing he joked would help get the both of you through the no doubt soul sucking dinner with his family. It was a basic piece, just a red lace set of a matching bra and panties. Yet when you showed him what they looked like on you in the store, you could see it in his eyes that he was on the very edge of being brought on his knees from the sight alone.

When you put it on and posed with it in front of the mirror just now, you could’ve help but feel slightly excited for what’ll possibly happen later. You pare the piece with a deep blue dress that Aegon always compliments you in, and when you get the text to let you know that he’s waiting for you downstairs, you can’t help the smile and the slight blush from appearing.

As you step out of your building and look around, it’s not hard to spot the near comical looking gold painted car that Aegon had affectionately nicknamed Sunfyre. It’s a ridiculous looking thing to see you have to admit, but it’s such an Aegon car that you can’t help but secretly adore it.

When you get in, Aegon gives a small teasing whistle while he looks you up and down in appreciation. “Fuck baby… gonna make me wanna stay in and have you for dinner…” he grins. “Did you wear the piece?” You choose to not directly answer, and instead you simply pull the sleeve of your dress down slightly to reveal the contrasting red fabric with a cheeky smile. “Good girl” He smiles before placing a possessive hand on your thigh and starting the car before driving in the direction of the restaurant.

When you get two eventually get there, you’re both greeted with Alicents smiling face. It’s sort of funny that Alicent doesn’t know how you and Aegon really met, or the real contact of the two of yous relationship. If she ever did find out how you met, she’d probably lose her mind.

For the rest of the night, you play the part of the loving and doting girlfriend to perfection. You make sure to talk to Helaena about her current affairs, and when Alicent attempts to inquire more about your and Aegons early relationship before he introduced you to them all, you make these stories sound so real that there’s even an almost wistful tone in your voice. You can even see Aegon looking at you out of the corner of your eyes with an almost saddened look, yet still you choose to ignore it and continue on with the night.

By the end, Alicent makes sure to let you know that she loves you, and talks all about how much she looks forward to making you an official daughter of hers. As much as the idea makes your stomach twist, you have to awkwardly laugh it off and move backwards towards the car while Aegon makes quick work of distracting her while she begs for some more grandchildren. When you get in, you turn the radio on to some random station and wait for Aegon to get in and start the car.

“I’ve transferred you the money, you wanna stay at mine or stay at yours?” He asks as he starts the car and drives off.

“I got an early class tomorrow, so mine please Aeg.” You smile, turning to him to speak before looking back out of the window to the scenery.

The rest of the car ride is filled only with the sound of some cheesy pop song playing on the radio, while you attempt to pass the time by variating between looking out the window and scrolling aimlessly on Instagram. You can still see Aegon peeking over at you every so often, and still you just pretend like you don’t see it.

Though when Aegon places a hand on your upper thigh, you can’t deny the warm feeling you feel in your lower belly, and in turn like a reflex you place your own hand on his, and lazily stroke a finger on the warm skin.

It’s late that night, when you find sleep eluding you can’t help yourself from tossing and turning in your bed. A couple times you even find yourself reaching out for Aegons warmth, and feel even more miserable every time when your hand makes contact with the cool sheets.

It’s around half eleven though when there’s a strange knock on the door, and when you answer it in your silk nightgown, you can’t even hide surprise on your face when your eyes make contact with Aegons.

“What are you doing here?” The breathless tone you speak in surprises even you.

“I couldn’t sleep…” Aegon mutters. He’s dressed in casual clothing, but he obviously didn’t dress himself with style as an intention, cause if you weren’t as tired as you were you’d joke he looked like Valyrian Adam Sandler. His eyes are drawn to the floor, and when you look down too you can’t hide the amusement when you realise he’s actually looking at the skin of your legs. “Needed to see you, as I missed you…” You can’t deny the warm feeling in your chest and the small smile you can’t resist when you hear Aegons confession, cause it’s just what you were feeling half an hour ago yourself.

You can’t deny it for both for him and yourself as you step aside and motion for him to come in. Aegon trails in as you shut the door and lock it behind him, and yet he does’t take much time to drag himself to your bed and strip himself down to his underwear and get under the covers.

When you walk back to your bedroom to join him, it’s almost as if it’s automatic when he opens his arms to welcome you in a cuddle, and when you do give in and let his arms surround you in a hug, you can’t help but smile in the comforts of his chest as his body heat seems to completely surround you, and you just get this feeling of safety rushing over you.

When you signed up to the sugar baby app, you never thought you’d meet a guy like Aegon, and as you feel yourself become sleepy with the mixed sound of his light snores and his heartbeat, you honestly don’t think you’d change or willingly drop this agreement for anyone else.