#but it fired me up and made me care. it made me look at the world i live in and wonder why things have to be the way they are

[sevsbunny]

So something I've been thinking about is how after Sev becomes a Councilor how she probably couldn't, or shouldn't, visit Babette's anymore due to "appearances" (we could say she doesn't give a shit about those, but her "you look weak" to Vander tells me otherwise :) ). I think there would be a more private, fancier brothel in Piltover for 'elites' (maybe not even called a brothel?) And I was wondering how Sevika would navigate that as she gets more pent up with her new status. :) Girls probably act different there too.

Sorry this is anon, my own thoughts embarrassing me. Lmao.

taking it slow

councilwoman!sevika x brothel!reader

not sure with the word count on this one!

18+ ! sensual touching, light teasing, oral / fingering (sevika!) light hair pulling, reader admires the shit out of sevika. sevika is a little shy coming here. just taking care of sevika <3 switch!sevika & reader.

i’m aware that when she’s councilwoman she has her cunt ass bob but for the sake of this fic…she has her old hair. however! there will be other parts to this so…she will have her bob back

EIGHTEEN PLUS. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

sevika was extremely nervous as she walked up to the brothel doors, a few months after the fact that she became councilwoman.

it was hard being as big as she was going out to places like these — it could ruin her status and make the citizens of zaun look weak, like she has other things on her mind. respect her less, even.

she struggled a lot with wondering what she can do that’ll make her happy, without worrying different members of the board. after all, it was her downtime to get a break. she just hated her telling her in the back of her head, ‘don’t fuck this up.’

fortunately though, the higher end brothel piltover offered was of gold status — and it seems like some people who worked as guards in the palace also frequented.

she surveyed the area, the wet air moistening by the minute after a particularly hard rainfall a few hours earlier. she took out a small bag of coins, tossing them to the brothel bodyguard at the front, a head nod from the man after he poked through the pouch and he opened the velvet curtain for her to step through.

she knew there was no way to conceal who she was coming into this place, her stature at 6 foot made her stand out like a sore thumb, along with this deep ruby red cape she wore to conceal her mech arm when it wasn’t in use too much.

she kept her eyes forward, looking through her peripheral vision to see bodies on bodies together. there were suede couches set up against the wall, some arranged in funky places to create a more intimate circle of people. tables littered with cups of alcohol, ashtrays of cigars and joints ashes out or still lit.

skin on skin was everywhere, the sound of moans reverberated over the music and to her ears, making her body shiver. she hadn’t heard anything like this in such a long time, she was worried she’d be overwhelmed with the amount of stimuli until she saw you.

standing there with a hip popped out, you had on a deep purple two piece — a dark purple leather crop vest on your chest that dipped low into your clevage, matched with a dark purple leather skirt that hugged your hips, and if you bent over enough she’d be able to see your clothed pussy. two amethyst stud earrings were in your ears, matched with a black and purple collar that was adorning your neck — the metal loop in the middle in the shape of a heart with a small diamond hanging on the end of the heart.

you wore no makeup, you were gorgeous even under the different colored lights in the brothel. she caught her breath in her throat when you looked over at her, your eyes widening just a smudge before you settled on giving her a short wave

blushing as she averts her gaze, she brushes past people in the crowd as she made her way towards the bar you were standing at. her skin was on fire being this close to you, something she didn’t know she’d ever be able to feel around someone else.

“haven’t seen you before,” the classic pickup line left your sweet lips and ran right through her soul. she perked up after ordering her drink. she nodded, an elbow leaned up against the bar table, her body moving to face you

she had to look down at you, really. you were that short to her.

easy to toss around.

“what brings you in? or i should be asking, who?” you swirl around the drink in your hand she didn’t notice you had, your eyes locked with hers as she struggled to find something to say

what the fuck was wrong with her? she’s never not been able to speak to someone, let alone a gorgeous girl like you.

after a few moments of unspoken silence, you shrug, taking a swig of your drink as the bartender pushes sevika’s drink towards her. “not much of a talker, huh? that’s okay. most people come to suck and fuck before having a drink and conversation.”

it was true, that’s the normal clientele that came through here did, even if they paid good enough they were still assholes. working in piltover did give you a pretty penny, but at what cost?

“just here to look,” sevika finally responded, her voice cracking from lack of usage. she cleared her throat before taking a long swig of her drink, the cool liquid running down her throat and into her system.

she would need a few more with how uptight she was feeling right now.

“look?” you questioned, leaning against the bar as you look up at her. “like you’re shopping for something?” she shakes her head, realizing how she must’ve sounded when she said that

“no! i didn’t mean it like that i…” she huffed, watched you shift from foot to foot waiting for an explanation. “this is just my first time coming as…councilwoman…” she whispers the last part, as if some people didn’t notice her here already.

you hummed at her response, taking it in and going over it in your mind before settling with a solution. “that’s okay, baby. everyone is new somewhere.” you laid a hand on her arm, the arm not covered by her deep ruby red cloak. she feels goose flesh pimple over her skin before she feels her cheeks burn.

you can tell she’s nervous, her shoulders are locked up, you can tell she she hasn’t shaken that, ‘someone is watching me,’ mindset with the way her eyes dart from each exit, looking at everyone in the crowd to remember a face just incase something goes sideways.

you run your thumb on her forearm to soothe her, and at first is kinda throws her off, eyes darting down to where your thumb is rubbing her skin.

“it’s okay, come on. let’s go somewhere quieter.” you say, your tone sweet and gentle as you pull on her arm softly. without her thinking, her feet started moving along with you, following you towards the back. you part open a curtain that looks similar to the one up front, revealing a long hallway of various doors on each side

you don’t say anything as you walk down with sevika’s forearm still in your hold. sort of felt like you were walking your own pet with how big and tall she was. it made your skin shiver with the amount of authority sevika held and how easy it was to get her to calm down and follow you.

“my rooms near the end.” you say, but sevika isn’t really paying too much attention. she grunts in response so you don’t think she ignored you — but she’s more focused on the other rooms with some doors left ajar and wide open.

bodies inside having sex, smoking weed, laying and touching each other. sometimes there were parties of 4+ people, making sevika’s head snap towards the front.

she wasn’t sure why she felt so…awkward when it came to sex now a days. she felt anxious most days, out of place along the seats of piltover people, wearing gold and admonishing their money towards everyone who would listen. she felt out of place, like she wasn’t meant to be here.

she also hadn’t touched another girl in months.

“just down here.” you say again, your hold still gentle on her arm as you pull her up towards your room. a sign on the outside decorated in pretty font with stickers all attatched to the door, she knew it was your room without you telling her.

you unlock the door and turn on the light, pulling her inside. there she looks at your room.

she’s met with the strong scent of rose water and vanilla, some candles look like they had been burned prior to your leaving of your room. she looks around, a four poster bed in the center with baby pink silk sheets, pillows to match and a few stuffed animals on the comforter.

there was a bookshelf that was over flowing with books at this point, she wasn’t sure if the shelves would be able to hold any longer. you didn’t have any things on your walls, explaining that even if you lived here full time — the room still technically wasn’t yours. she commented on the door full of stickers but you laughed and shrugged. “they can take the money from my paycheck.”

in the far corner you had a desk. filled with loose leaf pieces of paper and a few different ink bottles with black quill pens. on the other side of the large desk there was an alter.

candles half burned and old wax running down the sticks. there was a big pink conch shells sitting in the center with pink pearls loosely draped over the shell. around the candle and the conch shells sitting was various items — old pocket change, dried up flowers that looked like carnations and roses, a small glass jar of sand with some other smaller shells, and an over abundance of gold jewelry.

“Aphrodite,” you speak up behind sevika which has her startled, jumping gently in her skin. you come up behind her with a little lighter reaching for one of the pink candlesticks. you held the flame to the wick and watched it burn as you placed it back on the candle holder.

sevika watched the flame flicker slowly at first, before it rose in a straight line and stayed like that for a while. “she’s really nice to work with. especially while here.” you comment, taking a small gold ring from your pinky finger that was adorned with a small ruby, onto the altar right next to one of the old coins

“have you worked with her long?” she asked gently, watching your movements as you nod your head with a soft smile on your face. you walk over to your bed, curling a leg under you as you sit half on and half off the bed. sevika looks around and finds a plush chair with a blanket draped on the back in the corner of your room with a small side table and night lamp on top.

she takes a seat, keeping her arms on the arm rest and relaxing her fingers, and trying to keep her eyes on anywhere except your body. her brain swims back and forth with a long list of bad possibilities of what could happen with her sitting in a place like this.

first of all she could get her title ripped away, not like she wanted it anyways. it was situational. then she wouldn’t be able to protect her people, the ones who meant the most to her. second of all…what if someone busted her? someone called in a anonymous tip to the committee? then she’d surely get fucked.

but the way you were looking at her, your eyes soft and gazing over her figure like you were drinking her in, trying to figure her out — her heart rate slowed. she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes before opening them again, to meet your gaze right back.

you seemed a bit startled, gasping a soft breath as her eyes look towards you and she could see a subtle red blush on her cheeks. you brought your other leg on your bed, before sitting criss cross and your hands in your lap.

“you’re pretty, you know that?” the little laugh that left her lips told you that she didn’t get told that very often. you spread your legs out before moving back against your pillows and smiling. “what?”

sevika hadn’t been called pretty in…well has anyone actually called her pretty like that?

“what makes me pretty, doll?” your breath caught in your throat at the nickname that played on her lips, her eyelids lowering just a smidge, enough for you to notice the gaze in her eyes darkening.

“well…” you get up from your bed, sauntering your way over to her. your feet were bare now in your room, the only sound in the space was the way your foot pressed against the plush carpet with each step towards her, and the soft breathing from the two of you. she swore you could hear her heart hammering in her chest.

you came to her side, your finger trialing along her exposed forearm, her eyes darting up the expanse of the skin up to sevika’s chest, where multiple straps and buttons kept her tightly in her clothes.

your fingers itched to undo them slowly, run your lips down her skin and between her breasts, just to hear how she sounded. you licked your lips before shaking your head to yourself. she wasnt comfortable with that, she didn’t seem comfortable being here in the first place. you knew that wasn’t the case, that sevika had frequented places like this before but only in zaun. but you figured being councilwoman made her tense.

you kept your finger trailing up her arm to her shoulder, before tucking in a stray piece of her hair that fell from her half bun, right behind her ear. “first of all, you smell really good.” she chuckled, looking up at you as she taps her mech fingers slowly on the leather chair. “like sandalwood, smoke,” you whispered gently.

“your eyes…breathtakingly easy to get lost in.” you trailed off as you walked behind her, your hand coming to cup the bottom of her chin as you stood right behind her head. you pulled her head back enough to look down into her eyes, her uneven full lips parted as a soft breaths escapes her throat.

she blinks at you, and you blink back, eyes trailing over the scars and blemishes that decorate her warm, brown skin. your thumb runs over her bottom lip softly, pulling on it enough to make it wobble back into place when you release it. you keep her gaze for a second, your fingers going to undo the clasp that held her cloak together.

she resisted from stopping you, knowing you wouldn’t make a move on her without asking her first. the way you were touching her, softly and gently as you list out the things you find pretty about her. her head swims full with just the feeling of you touching her skin, the sound of your voice light on her ears.

your hands come to pull the cape off entirely, hanging it up quickly on the hook next to the door before coming to her left side with her mech hand. “and this, i mean…” you trail your finger tips down the smooth gold metal of her arm. you watched in real time as the gears ticked back and forth, forever having her arm on the go. “this is beautiful.” you murmur softly, looking up to meet sevika’s anxious gaze.

you pouted your pretty pink lips, making the anxiety go for a moment as she looked at you. “what is it, doll?” she turns her head slightly as she looks at you curiously, her eyes darting between your eyes, to your nose and quickly to your lips before she snaps back to your eyes.

“can i touch you?” you ask softly, a silent permission to say no if she so desired. but the way you were looking at her right now as you moved in between her spread out thighs, your own bare thighs touching hers, she couldn’t help but nod.

you smiled gently as you grab a soft pillow from your bed before sink to your knees, your hands running over the fabric of her thick thighs. “gonna need you to say something, angel.” you asked softly , digging your nails gently into her thighs. she shuddered softly, the authority written all over your face.

“yes, you can touch me baby.” her voice is low, barely above a whisper as your eyes darken. you smile in response, leaning to give her knees two quick kisses before your hands come up the expanse of her thighs and to her pants button

you pop it open with ease, sliding the zipper down and with sevika’s help as she lifts her hips, her pants come off in one swift movement. you discard them next to you, eyeing her clothed cunt. you look up at her and meet her gaze, her eyes lids lowering, pupils widening.

you lean in, your nose bumping against her clothed clit. you inhale deeply, smelling her arousal and mail, your mouth watering to get a taste of her. you lick a soft stripe up her clothed cunt, a shudder leaving her lips as she watches you with a lustful gaze.

“can i taste you?” you ask softly, eyelashes batting up at her as she nods quickly, moving to push her boxers down before your hands rested on hers, sopping her movements. “let me, baby.” you coo, authority dripping form your tone but your gaze is gentle as you speak to her.

she feels her cunt throb at the action.

you leaned forward, taking your fingers and hooking it into the crotch of her underwear, drinking in the feeling of how wet she made the fabric. she lets out a soft gasp as you reveal her wet cunt to you, the cool air hitting her lips and making her shiver.

“another thing that’s pretty is this pussy,” you breathe out, looking up at her momentarily before you take your other hand and thumb her clit slowly, pulling the hood up just a bit to reveal the rest of her swollen clit.

her hips jerked in reaction, a grunt leaving her throat as you sat there and touched her, softly. you didn’t do anything else with your hands, your eyes just fixated on the way her cunt clenches gently in anticipation, under her gaze.

leaning in, your tongue poked out jsut enough to circle around her clit, tasting her on your tongue instantly. you let out a soft groan as you taste her, your eyes rolling shut as you position your hands to keep her thighs spread wide for you.

“fuck…” she breathes out, leaning back in her chair and moving her hips forward to give you better access to her cunt. your tongue makes slow movements, licking down her clit, her folds and to her dripping hole. you circle the tip of your tongue around her entrance, making her flesh hand come to grip the back of your head.

“don’t tease me, babygirl.” she groans as she pushes your face a bit further into her cunt. you obey her command, gripping her thighs as you slip your tongue into her cunt, warm and wet around the muscle. you moan, and you can tell she’s enjoying herself as she starts to needily grind her hips against your face

“just like that, shit…” she tips her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she focuses on the languid motions of your tongue against her folds, lapping up every single drip of slick that falls from her pussy. you could feel her arousal stick to your chin and cheeks, dripping down the chair and onto your skin.

you didn’t care, you loved how messy she was getting, her moans getting louder and deeper with each thrust of your tongue fucking into her hole. you brought one hand from her thigh as you pressed your thumb against her clit, firmly rubbing circles as you continues the assault of your tongue on her cunt

she squeezes your tongue, making a moan rip from your throat against her. she feels the vibrations of your moan rip through her from her cunt, her hips bucking against your face. you took your other hand, her legs staying spread, as you took your tongue from her hole. she whined in protest from the loss of your muscle, but shortly letting out a groan as you slip two of your fingers into her hole.

“there you go, baby. you like that?” you ask gently, peering up at her and watching as her chest rise and falls each each thrust of your fingers, moans slipping form her lips.

she lets out a whimpered, ‘yes,’ her back arching off the chair as she lets go of the armrests of the chair and right to your head, fingers digging into your hair and pushing you closer to her cunt, if that was even possible.

“pretty moans,” you moan against her as you suck her clit harshly, circling your tongue and flicking her clit as she moans out, riding your face and grinding messily into you. “you gonna cum, vika?” she moans in response, her cunt clenched your fingers as she meets your gaze, a fucked our expression across her features.

“fuck, yes, please i’m gonna cum…” he grips your hair as you feel her cunt squeezes your fingers as she cums, tasting her squirt on your tongue which made you moan as the taste, your fingers slipping easily in and out of her puffy cunt.

“that’s it, thank you vika, fuck…” you moan against her, feeling your cunt clenching and clit throbbing at the whole ordeal, how she spread for you like this in your chair, leaving herself vulnerable for you to take.

and you fucking have.

she frowns as she’s wheats you thank her for cumming against your tongue as you slip your fingers slowly from her cunt and into your mouth, sucking the digits while looking up at her

you lower face was covered in her slick, dripping down your chin. she leans forward quickly before you can even blink an eye, gripping g the back of your head with her metal hand and her flesh hand coming to grip your chin.

she pushes her lips against yours, moaning as she tastes herself on your tongue as she pulls you closer, a shim pier leaving your lips. you felt your body melt into the plush floor below you, into her touch and lost in the way her lips felt against yours.

she pulls away after a moment, her lips shiny with spit and her slick, eyes heavy lidded as she stares as you. “my turn to list all the things pretty about you now, doll.”

[woozinhos]

i need a jeonghan fic js like the ‘He’s needy’ one !! lowk need his hips snapping urgently against mine

Notes: damn I can’t believe is uploading crazy guys hehe my request are back open for everyone <3

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Jeonghan had been feeling needy all day, his thoughts constantly drifting to you. He couldn't focus on anything else, his mind consumed by the desire for you. When you finally got home, Jeonghan pounced on you, pulling you into a heated kiss. He pressed his body against yours, his hips grinding against yours urgently.

"I need you," he groaned, his voice thick with need. "I need you so badly." You wrapped your arms around him, feeling his desperation in the way he clung to you. His hands roamed over your body, touching and squeezing everywhere they could reach.

"Please," he whispered against your lips, his hips continuing to grind against yours. "I can't wait any longer."

"Then don't wait," you replied, your own desire growing with each passing second. Jeonghan wasted no time, his hands quickly working to undress you. He practically tore your clothes off, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and rough with need. "I need to be inside you." Normally, Jeonghan loved to take his time with foreplay, teasing you and building up the tension until you were both on the edge. But tonight, he was too needy to even think about that.

He pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands roamed over your body, but this time there was no teasing or exploring – only a desperate need to be close to you. Jeonghan quickly slid a finger inside you, groaning at how wet you already were. He pumped his finger in and out a few times, his eyes darkening with desire.

"You're so ready for me," he whispered, adding another finger and curling them up to hit your g-spot. Jeonghan's breathing was ragged as he continued to finger you, his eyes locked on yours. He was completely consumed by his need for you, his mind hazy with desire.

"I need to be inside you now," he growled, pulling his fingers out and lining himself up with your entrance. You looked up at him with a smirk on your face, enjoying the way he was so desperate for you. His hair was disheveled, his eyes wild with need.

"You're so needy tonight," you teased, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Jeonghan didn't respond to your teasing, too lost in his own desire to care. He pushed into you slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him.

"Fuck," he moaned, burying his face in your neck. "You feel so good." He started to move, his hips snapping against yours in a desperate rhythm. He was usually more controlled and precise, but tonight he was a mess of need and desperation. Jeonghan's thrusts were fast and hard, his hips slamming into yours with a force that made you gasp. He was completely lost in the moment, unable to hold back as he chased his own release.

"I'm not going to last long," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you close. "You feel too good." Jeonghan's grip on your hips was almost bruising, his fingers digging into your skin as he held on for dear life. He was whimpering and moaning with each thrust, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

"I'm so close," he gasped, his body tensing as he neared his climax. "I need you to cum with me." Jeonghan was so incredibly horny, his body on fire with need. He couldn't think straight, his mind consumed by the desire to cum inside you.

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse. "Please cum for me. I need to feel you."

"I'm going to cum," you moaned, your voice low and breathy. "Just keep going, baby. You're making me feel so good." Jeonghan groaned at your words, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. He buried his face in your neck again, biting down on your skin as he struggled to hold on. Jeonghan's teeth dug into your neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He was losing control, his hips stuttering as he neared the edge.

"I can't... I can't hold back anymore," he panted, his voice strained. "I'm going to cum. Please tell me you're close." You nodded, your moans getting louder as you felt your own orgasm building. Jeonghan's eyes snapped open, locking onto yours as he watched you come undone.

"That's it," he groaned, his hips slamming into you one last time. "Cum for me, baby." You came hard, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his back as you held onto him tightly. Jeonghan followed soon after, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside you. He moaned your name, burying his face in your shoulder as he rode out his orgasm.

After a few moments, he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Jeonghan was trembling, his body still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm. He buried his face in your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline as he tried to calm down.

"That was... so good," he whispered, his voice muffled against your skin. "I needed that so badly."

[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 1)

Everything turned upside-down when the principal pulled you out of class when you were seven years old. You'd been colouring nicely when she came in.

"Y/N, I'd like to talk to you," she said. "Could you come with me?"

"Have I done something wrong?" you asked.

"No, dear. Just get your stuff."

You collected your things and went with her, where a police officer was waiting. "Here's Y/N, officer," she said to him. That was when you learned, in a haze of horror, that your dear mother had died while you were colouring in class without a care in the world. Car accident.

"Not to worry, she made arrangements as to who would look after you in the event of this happening," the police officer said. "Your biological father . . . Bruce Wayne."

So off you went to your new home, away from your friends and old neighbourhood and everything you'd ever known, and towards the figure known as Bruce Wayne.

The first thing you noticed about your father was that he was, obviously, very rich. All his cars were the fancy ones you used to stare at with your mom when you would walk together.

When you arrived, you had all sorts of questions for your father. "How did you meet my mother? Why didn't you talk to me before this? Did you like spending time with her?"

"I'm rather busy, Y/N. I'll show you to your room," Bruce said, escorting you to a guest bedroom. "We can decorate it later."

Later never came.

After a few weeks, you met his other kids, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Stephanie. They all looked so cool, like teenagers from a movie. But they always had to 'do stuff'.

"What kind of stuff?" you asked.

"They're a part of scholarships for gifted students," Bruce said, before any of them could say anything. "I happen to be privately tutoring them."

"Oh. So you spend time with them because they're talented?"

"You could put it that way."

That revelation lit a fire underneath you. If your father wanted talented kids, then you would have to be a talented kid.

In everything you could get your hands on.

You became a polyglot, devouring different languages like nobody's business. You took part in gymnastics, just like Dick, and also track. You got straight As in everything, forcing yourself to study night after night. You read the same classic books Jason loved so you could (hopefully) have something to bond with him over. You took some coding classes so you had something to talk about with Tim.

Alfred became a consistent source of comfort, bringing you food and making sure that you didn't over work yourself. He came to every event you had, loyally videotaping it for future viewing.

Nobody cared to look at the tapes. Nobody watched you collect your awards for fastest times, or graduate early as valedictorian. Nobody listened to your headmaster sing your praises as he listed your various scholastic accomplishments.

Damian was the worst. The moment he met you, it was clear that he would hate you until he died. He looked at you with such disgust, such contempt for your existence. Once, he cornered you with a katana that he held so close to your neck that you were cut. Another time, he sicced Titus onto you, leading to a nasty bite mark on your arms when you put them up to defend yourself.

"Titus mauling you would have been an improvement to the Wayne bloodline," he sneered, as you bawled your eyes out. "When are you going to get it through your simple-minded skull that we don't care what happens to you? It's annoying to hear you chatter to us and make conversation about being head of your class and breaking sports records. We all scoff about it when we're on patrol."

Your throat went dry. "Patrol?"

"Of course. Father, Dick, Jason, Stephanie, and myself all have our own alter egos. I am by my father's side cleaning the streets of scumbags as Batman and Robin while you are trying to be top of your stupid little class." He punched you in the stomach, hard. "Honestly, it's a relief to get away from you and your nauseating neediness."

Alfred came to console you after the fact, but he wouldn't hear a word against Damian for hurting you, or Bruce for letting it happen. "Master Damian has had a . . . difficult life, Y/N," he said. "And Bruce's childhood was by no means easy."

You gave up on your family after that. Nobody really wanted you, and Damian actively hated you.

You were nobody's favourite.

Part 1 <- You are here

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[kittykittyneowmeow69]

Stupid game II

MDNI

John price x journalist reader

Cw: noncon, unprotected piv,cum eating, the word grape used, oral fixation, brat taming of you squint, oral on M, basically all smut

Obsessed with the idea of a morally righteous journalist!reader who sticks her nose in Prices’ business , only to find out how he takes care of pretty little muckrakers who stick their paws where they don’t belong.

Notes: my first noncon scene, huge thanks to @ghouljams for helping get me through it.

Part 2 <<Part 1

Under the guise of morally righteousness ,the need to maintain the chimera of an inherently just world, You were fundamentally driven by the rush when you teetered on the razor sharp edge of danger, a dark cloud of peril followed you— the lighting could strike any time , almost inevitably because of mischievous disregard you had for power.

(Brazen or stupid, you knew you were a glorified canary in coal mines , sounding alarms about the noxious which was fated to consume you)

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This, this is it. He is quick, before you can even blink, he is onto you. His gaze boring into yours, blistering hot, hypnotic ,turning you to stone, he looks like half god-half beast, carved in the image of a megalomaniac king, you feel minute, a spec,like your bones were made of crystalline ice, melting , disintegrating into nothing .

His rough, weathered paw swallows your arm , fingers digging through the soft flesh, bursting the tiny blood vessels , bruising, tainting you already. Your face mere inches away as he pulls you into his chest, his breath thick with tobacco, nicotine , stale smoke.

It’s all too much, you feel unsteady, feeble, untethered to your own body, almost grateful for the lingering grounding ache from his unyielding grip on your arm.

(Your cunt pulses,blistering hot, leaking into your panties, dampening the lacy fabric, which rattles you, purely physiological response, you suppose panic stricken and unassured. )

“Cat’s got your tounge ,huh?…had so much to say “ he hums, dark ,pupils dilated, hungry for your little exasperated gasps escaping through parted lips, the flutter of your wet lashes. “Too late now sweetheart….wouldn’t do you any good.” He muses, voice syrupy,dripping with what could only be lust.

“So what now, are you going to rape me”

You spit, breathless, feeble, with as much weight in your voice as you could muster (and little conviction), in such a blunt, abrupt manner that it momentarily off-balances him. Stupid girl. The flicker of unease in his gaze turns to seething rage, he lets go of your arm, threading his fingers into the hair at the base of your skull, grabbing a fistful,pulling— revealing your neck.

He momentarily pauses —taking in the delicate curve, your pulse, considers sticking his canines into your jugular, marking the soft flesh, instead settles on hiking up your dress with his other hand shoving it down your panties,cupping your mound.

It’s absurd really, almost pornographic how little, how soft your wet pussy is in his bearish paw.

Humiliation, arousal, shame, fear ,floods your veins, searing and chilling you in the same breath, twisting through you like a slow-burning fire. John growls, guttural, running his thick fingers through your sopping folds, back and forth, circling your fluttering hole, collecting the viscous slick. when he pauses , lightly pressing your pebbled clit, your breath hitches.

“fuckin hell” he sighs , his gaze smouldering, so laden with want that it threatens to asphyxiate you.

“Rape huh? as if I couldn’t smell ‘ur little cunt from ’cross the room.” He grunts while holding up his sticky fingers in a garish display of the mess you made. The viscous, syrupy slick clings to his fingers webbing between them, translucent, pearlescent glops glistening in the faint warm light.

“Please” you whimper, cottony soft, shame drips out of your pores staining your lash line with dew,you almost feel like a gulitly , tail tucked puppy caught red handed, for peeing on the carpet. Though before you can run your mouth more, he shoves his fingers between your parted lips, pressing against your tongue. You can taste the brine on his skin, the soot ,the earthy taste of your sex.

It’s slow, almost intimate how he inspects your lax mouth, running his fingers over your teeth, gums, the roof of your mouth, your uvula, leisurely shoving them down your throat. With his other fist still tugging your hair, he can feel your throat clenching, muscles flexing,swallowing around his thick fingers. Drool leaks out of the sides of your mouth, down your chin , jaw, glistening around curve your neck, chest.

“Little more sweetheart, sure ‘ave done this before hmm” , he murmurs, pleased , finally gaging you when he shoves his fingers down to the last knuckle, yanking you hair fisted in his other palm, properly taking you in.

He likes the look of you now, eyes drenched, glassy, heavy drops of tears slipping down , mascara streaking your pretty face, drool running down your swollen lips, chin,neck,it’s almost too much for him to take in, you look ruined, tainted. It makes his cock stir.

“What —what are you doing?” You squeak, as he spins you, caging you between the wall, and himself,pressing you against his body. One hand grabs your throat, applying light pressure, so he can tilt your head, and look down at your pretty, sullied face.

“Nothing you don’t deserve” he growls under his breath, a dark rumbling chuckle escapes him, reverberating through your body.

Warm light flickers across his face, the shadows make him look so intense that it deeply unnerves you, big fat tears roll down your cheeks. Much to your dismay your cunt pulses, slick drooling down your inner thighs.

“Just —just fuck me and get this over with already“. You whimper, which gets you a hard sharp smack on your bare ass, stinging pain spreads over the supple skin, his fingers into your ass cheeks, causing you to yelp.

“Fuck’in brat” he growls, through gritted teeth, more to himself ,than to you. He yanks at your thong until it rips and shoves it in your mouth, his hand wrapping around your mouth to keep it in. The other digs into your arm.

“Yeah...better for you to shut up” he rasps, as he slots his engorged head against your sloppy hole, little involuntary sounds escape you, muffled by your panties, he enters you in a single thrust, bullying as much of his thick cock in your tight little cunt as he can. A guttural, animal growl escapes him, reverberating through your body.

The stretch , the burning sting, is all-consuming ,so overwhelming that you are rendered silent, his length so deep inside you that you can feel it piercing through your guts.

“Fuck…little cunt’s strangling me love” he drawls , hot breath wafting into your cheek, he goes deeper, deeper, rim pulled taut around his girth,until his cock head nudges your cervix. You feel like you are going to tear apart, shatter into a million pieces. Your pussy flutters, aching to be ruined.

He is fucking you in earnest now, pounding your hole, powerful thrusts pushing you into wall, his scent, stale musk, cologne, tobacco, soot, smoke engulfing you, you feel like you are intertwining with his very being, untethered from your body, the pain, pleasure, fear, anger too much to process, when your brain is mush,leaking out of your ears unable to form a thought beyond him and his cock.

“ yeah, that’s it , take it, take it all, perfect girl, made for me , ain’t you love” the praise makes you clench, mewl , like a domesticated cat, the veins of his cock, gliding against your gummy walls, your cunt creaming around him, a frothy ring forms around the base.

It’s all too much, your knees buck, you feel like a new born fawn, unsteady and feeble. The pleasure mounts, coil tightening and tightening, your pussy strangling his cock so tight that his relentless thrusts slow down. “Yeah ..sweetheart , just let it go, come on now” ,he groans, planting wet kisses on your temple , while squeezing your throat, a weird juxtaposition really. But that does it the coil releases , pleasure spreads like wildfire, burning through you, your body violently spasms in his hold , knees buck, the little strength you had drains through your pores.

“That’s it..Good. Fucking. Girl” , he fucks you through your orgasm, harsh thrusts rattling your bones, he has somehow managed to fit his entire length into your hole.Heavy balls slap against rump, you are in earnest liquid now anchored up only by his cock spearing into you and the wall.

“Yeah…going to fill you up love , that’s what you wanted huh?” He grunts,practically using your limp body as a flesh light now, thursts getting rougher more frantic, until you feel his cock pulsing, throbbing , and hot spurts of cum filling you up, coating your insides.

He pauses for a moment, arms wrapped around you, holding up your body, plugging you with his softening cock. You whimper around the fabric in your mouth as he pulls out, his come floods out of your fluttering hole leaking onto the floor.

You drop on your knees with a loud thud as he lets go of you, your body limp and boneless, wet panties still in your mouth, haziness, hypoxia,endorphins coursing through your flesh. Adrenal exhaustion washes over you, you feel like your neurons are fried, unable to even conjure fear. He grabs you by your hair presenting his half hard wet cock to you.

Now that you see it, it’s a big thick veiny thing with engorged angry head. His balls are hairy,heavy,sagging because of the weight. It makes you drool.

“Yeah, sweetheart …clean daddy up, come on now, good girl” , you look at him with big wet eyes, and take his mushroom head in your mouth, gently suckling the tip, running your tongue over his weeping slit, the briny taste of left over cum makes your cunt pulse. You slowly lave your tongue over his shaft, feeling the velvety skin, the ridges of his veins, even take his big hairy balls in your mouth, gently sucking one at a time, tasting yourself on him. You feel emancipated finally relenting to your lust.

You feel his fist yank your hair so you can look at him, his cock still in your mouth.

“Keep doing that and it’s not going to end well for you love ”

so you respond by , slowly lowering your mouth until his entire shaft is lodged in your throat, delicate muscles taut against his girth, clenching, flexing, nose flat against the dark curls, above his shaft.

This is bad, bad.

[pinkyqily]

BITTER SWEET - KiKi RICE X USC READER

Summary: You both win or lose but no matter what you still have each other.

Warning: angst - fluff

A/n: kiki fic as the audience requested hope y'all enjoyed reading this, I would appreciate it if you guys send feedbacks or live reactions, happy readings 💕.

Dating someone from a rival team means things are going to get heavily heated on the court. When your teams face each other, it was what you we're told, but you couldn't care.

But the consequences would later come bite you in the back.

Usc were having their last game of the regular season against the bruins at their home court. From the second half, you guys started dominating the until the match was over.

You felt so much joy once the game was over, jumping around with your teammates celebrating this huge win for the team.

But you couldn't help but turn your back, getting a glimpse of an upset kiki who was getting comforted by her own teammates. You hadn't realized that you were staring at her too long until you felt someone tap your shoulders.

It was juju she pulled you over with the rest of the teams. Only both your teammates and family members knew about you and kiki, because if the media would find out, oh, the headlines about la's superstars would be the hot talk of town.

"You were staring at her way too long, and we're about to head into the locker rooms." She told you

"Oh, okay, thanks for the heads up. Let's go join the rest." You told her looking back one more time as you walked away, but this time you made eye contact with kiki. It hurt your heart seeing her like that, not being able to comfort her.

Time felt like it was put in slow motion until one of you wasn't looking back anymore.

Back in the locker room you guys were going crazy with the celebration, but that didn't mean a few of your teammates didn't clock you starting at your girl.

Until Kennedy and Dom walked up to having a look of Mischive looking way to excited about what they were going to say. Dom had her camera, and ken sat right next to you, pretending her hand was a microphone.

"Okay, so how does it feel like dating the op and taking home a win?". She said with zero exitation, getting a laugh out of you and most people around you.

"Okay, one, not too much on the op girlfriend because, y'all don't see what I see two it feels great to win, but that doesn't mean fuck ucla because it's fuck ucla!". You told her, saying that last part out loud having your teammates acting hyped around you.

"Don't worry, I won't clip this part in the vlog." Dom told you.

Later that night, you and kiki hopped on face time together.

"You know I'm very proud of you right". She told you, you knew she was but you could also tell how hurt she was from expression.

"I know, kiki it okay your feelings are validated you guys played well and you know that".

"We didn't play our best, and you know it don't have to try and sugarcoat it." She said

"Well you guys necessarily bring out the undefeated ucla".

"Bruh, you don't have to say it like that." She said, rolling her eyes.

"You just told me not to sugarcoat it bighead, rolling won't your eyes won't fix that." You told her

You both ended your night...

Once again, both teams cross path, but only one leaves with a winning crown, it like a game of strings faith tugging on there heart strings, playing with how they feel against each other, playing with there love to see how long it would last maybe it was a test from destiny maybe it wasn't and they weren't meant to be.

The buzzers hits and usc isn't able to grasp this wins against ucla, it was frustrating and disheartening for them.

You felt like this was a win that you guys should've been able to get, you played them twice and won it should've have been easy but it wasn't everything went south for the team in the finale minute.

But you weren't going to cry they might have won but that doesn't stop the fire in your heart to stop burning, especially when once again you guys lock eyes but this time she's the victorious one.

You could only turn your back against her once not being able to face her. When the teams had to get into a line for their sportsmanship moments. You felt kiki squeeze your hand and flash you a smile.

It made you feel all warm inside it was a very timid moment but you could push away whatever sour feeling you felt because seeing her happy was worth thousands.

It was definitely a bittersweet moment between the two of you but no matter how challenging things are between the two of you your love for each other was all that matters.

_

© pinkyqily

[lilangelbud]

This is the continuation of this post: Part 1

Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it. His presence filled the room, the air thickening with every step he took toward you. You scrambled to pull the sheets over yourself, but it was too late—he’d already seen everything. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger, though. It was curiosity, maybe even arousal, and it made your stomach flip.

“Is this game actually turning you on?” he repeated, his voice low and deliberate, as if he were savoring each word.

You opened your mouth to deny it, to say something—anything—but no sound came out. Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with a mix of shame and desire. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him, his gaze piercing through you like he could see every secret you’d ever tried to hide.

He took another step closer, and you instinctively pressed yourself back against the headboard, clutching the sheets tighter. But instead of stopping, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, mixed with something else—something raw and primal that made your breath hitch.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, his tone softening just enough to put you on edge. “It’s natural. We all have urges.”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. But the way he was looking at you, the way his voice dropped to that intimate whisper—it was impossible to ignore the heat pooling between your legs.

“I—I wasn’t—” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He cut you off with a shake of his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t lie to me. I heard you. You were saying my name.”

Your face burned, and you looked down at your hands, twisting the sheets in your grip. You wanted to disappear, to sink into the bed and never come back up. But at the same time, there was a part of you that wanted him to keep talking, to keep pushing, to see how far this could go.

“Look at me, baby” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind.

You hesitated, then slowly raised your eyes to meet his. His expression was impossible to read—part amusement, part something darker, something hungrier. It made your pulse quicken.

“You’ve been acting different lately,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Ever since that day in the bathroom, isn’t that right?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. He knew. He’d known all along. The realization sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and something else you couldn’t quite name.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through you. “Come on, sweetheart. You’re not a very good liar. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

Your cheeks flamed, and you looked away again, unable to hold his gaze. “It’s… it’s not like that, daddy”

“Isn’t it?” he asked, his voice teasing now. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your chin, gently tilting your face back toward him. “Because I think it is. And I think you’ve been trying to pretend otherwise, but it’s getting harder, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even breathe. His touch was so light, so careful, but it set your skin on fire. You wanted to pull away, to tell him to stop, but your body refused to cooperate. Instead, you just sat there, frozen, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he said, his voice a low, sultry rumble. “Tell me you don’t feel it.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. The truth was, you couldn’t tell him he was wrong. Because he wasn’t. You did feel it. You’d been feeling it for weeks, months maybe, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

He must have seen the answer in your eyes, because his smirk widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Before you could react, his lips were on yours, soft and demanding at the same time. You froze for a split second, your mind screaming at you to push him away, to stop this before it went too far. He was your dad! But then his hand slipped into your hair, pulling you closer, and all rational thought flew out the window.

The kiss was slow at first, almost tentative, as if he were testing your limits. But when you didn’t pull away, when you let out a soft moan against his lips, he deepened it, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hunger that made your head spin. You gripped his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, your body responding before your mind could catch up.

His hands moved down your sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until they reached your hips. He pulled you closer, until you were straddling his lap, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of your clothes. You gasped into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles that made your skin tingle.

“Daddy,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

He paused, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. “Say it again,” he said, his voice rough.

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. “Daddy,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he kissed you again, harder this time, his hands sliding under your shirt to explore the soft skin of your back. You arched into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as his fingers traced the curve of your spine.

He pulled back again, his breathing ragged, his eyes searching yours. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low and urgent. “Do you want your daddy, babygirl?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

He didn’t say anything, just kissed you again, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He pulled it over your head in one swift motion, tossing it aside before his lips found yours once more. Your bra was next, unhooked and discarded with practiced ease, leaving you exposed to the cool air of the room.

His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you gasp into the kiss. You’d never felt anything like this before—the way he touched you, the way he looked at you—it was overwhelming, intoxicating, and you never wanted it to end.

He laid you back on the bed, his lips trailing down your neck, your chest, until he reached your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until you were squirming beneath him, your hands clutching at the sheets.

“Daddy, please,” you begged, your voice breathless.

He looked up at you, his lips curling into a devilish grin. “Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”

[esmedelacroix]

01 - Details

synopsis ! he’s an American football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night. She’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life. They lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room.

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cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol abuse, suggestive

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Ohio State University, Autumn of Senior Year

To say that you didn't change would be an understatement. You felt too much guilt when you got to school. So at college, you were the same straight-A, (seemingly)perfect girl. You were the complete opposite of the people in your friend group. Then again, Shoko and Satoru were business majors; what were they doing in class anyway?

Suguru was the only one who shared your struggles to an extent as a philosophy major. Even so, he didn't care about his grades as much as you did yours. During your entire college experience, you didn't go to a single party. It was always extra studying for you. But you weren't a complete troglodyte. You went out to eat with your friends—occasionally.

They also had a habit of breaking into your dorm and closing your books and laptop, forcing the hangouts. You couldn't risk that happening because you were preparing to wow your professors with your knowledge as an Ancient History and Classics major. Being your extra self, you also double majored in English and already wanted to get a head start on your writing assignments.

You went where you knew they couldn't find you. The library at the least popular end of campus was where all the try-hards, like yourself, studied. The library was busy, of course, and there was one more study room left, so you signed your name in the time slot and snagged the last room. You had documents strewn on the table with your laptop open, playing the classical piece you needed to analyze on repeat.

After about 30 minutes of complete peace and productivity. You turned your head towards the clear glass of the study room to see a scary man standing at the door. Just staring. At you.

That man was Ryomen Sukuna. The charismatic campus heartthrob and stereotypical quarterback of the football. He was also the school's resident airhead along with his partner in crime, Toji Fushiguro. You had heard rumors about the numerous women seen leaving his room and the alleged Eiffel Towers he partook in with Toji. It didn't help that he was in the same frat as Satoru. The sole reason why you never visited him and Suguru. But what the hell was he doing here?

You look around warily before getting up and opening the door. “Um . . . Can I help you?” you questioned.

“Let’s share this room.”

“I have it signed out for this time though. I wrote my name on the sign-up sheet,” you reasoned.

“Doesn’t matter. The librarians like me so they won’t mind and I see you’re not using your whiteboard. ‘S all I need,” he sighed rubbing the back of his neck tiredly.

“Okay,” you hesitatantly agreed, stepping aside for him to walk in.

You stayed silent as you felt him tower over you. He barely squeezed past the small space you left him to enter. The smell he left was a combination of musk, oud, cedar, and amber. He smelled like a warm home with a cozy fire crackling. As much as you hated to admit it, just like every other girl on earth, you were weak for Ryomen Sukuna. The way his pecs and muscular back poked out of his shirt like mountains emerging from the fog had you aching for him in a way that made you feel ashamed.

His light pink tufts of hair looked so soft and his jaw oh so sharp. You could see a plethora of tattoos adorning his arms. Your eyes followed them as they led into his shirt. Part of you wondered just how much of his body was tatted.

If you squinted you could see his abs peek through the fabric of his white t-shirt. He was so much taller and bigger than you. You felt dominated and you hadn’t even exchanged many words.

You watched the muscles in his forearms flex as he uncapped the pink marker you had on the table and jotted down problems.

You then realized that you hadn't moved from where you were before because you were staring. Pulling yourself from his trance, you closed that door and took your seat. You'd occasionally look up from the fifteen-page essay you were writing and see that Sukuna had written the most complicated math problem you had ever seen in small-print, neat handwriting. The way he handled and solved the problem was so organized you almost felt like you understood it.

You looked down at your hand written notes and annotation riddled documents. Your fatal flaw was your illegible handwriting. It was practically hieroglyphics to everyone but you.

After twenty minutes, Sukuna finished his problem that practically covered the whole board and took a brain break sitting across from you. "What's with the music?" he asked.

"I'm analyzing it for a class. Not a fan?" you replied, eyes still glued to your laptop as you typed.

"No, I like Hymn to Vena. It's one of Gustav Holst's best pieces," he admitted.

"You know classical music?" you questioned in shock finally looking up at him. You met his piercing wine-colored eyes.

"Well I'm not completely braindead yet," he shrugged.

"I didn't know you were so historically seasoned and . . . mathematically inclined," you admitted, gesturing towards the solved complex equation on the board.

"Ah, that's nothing. I'm actually in your Intro to Classical Music class so I’m doing the same paper.”

"Wait. Really?"

"Yeah, I just sit in the back and you sit in the front," he smirked.

"First of all, there is nothing wrong with sitting in the front. Secondly, I had no idea you were in my class. I'm the worst," you smiled apologetically.

"You're good. I can't write for shit so I haven't even started the paper," Sukuna admitted leaning back in his chair and resting his large hands behind his head.

"It's due next week, Sukuna!" you exclaimed in disbelief. He noted the way your nose wrinkled when you cringed. And the way you looked away when you tried not to laugh at his jokes.

"It's no biggie. I'll just pay a writing tutor to do it for me," he said, getting up and grabbing a teal EXPO marker from your pencil pouch. This guy is too comfortable.

"I'm a writing tutor," you revealed with an unimpressed look.

"Well, then you just made my life a whole lot easier. Can you write my essay about Pas de Deux for me?" he questioned.

"No, Sukuna! I'm not writing your essay for you. You didn't even say please. I could tutor you but that's about it," you offered.

"C'mon let's work something out here," he bargained.

"What could you possibly offer me?" you quite condescendingly challenged.

"Well, I know that the only class you're not the top in is our Advanced Multi-variable Calculus class," he smugly stated.

"And how would you know that smarty-pants?” you retorted. Our? He's in that class too?

"'Cause I am, you ding-dong," he chuckled. Ryomen Sukuna is at the top of our math class? I thought people were lying when they said he was a math major!

"Okay so you want us to tutor each other?" you questioned.

"I was thinking more of a 'do each other's work' arrangement," Sukuna reasoned, he had a stupid smirk plastered on his stupid perfect lips. He quirked one of his beautiful perfect brows. It had a scar across it that you found very attractive for whatever reason. He's totally putting the moves on me, you thought.

"No."

"Okay, how about I teach you the math, you write my essay?"

"No."

"Okay . . . You just write my essay and I do your math work and get you into the Pi Kappa Alpha[fraternity name] parties? Final offer," he proposed.

"I think you're mistaken, Sukuna. I do not go to parties. I do not break the academic integrity rules put in place by the university, and I would much rather get 70s on my math tests than ever get my work done by someone else," you snapped. He didn't want to admit it, but he was impressed by your ability to talk back to him. He had never been told off like that.

"Oh, fine. We can tutor each other," he sighed rolling his eyes.

"Good," you smiled. He shook his head in disbelief and wrote down an even more complex problem on the board and began solving it occasionally grumbling under his breath when the two of you met eyes. He wasn't actually annoyed. In fact, he was intrigued. He had waited this long to interact with you and now he didn't want to stop.

"You're a real piece of work _____," he teased, as the time slot for the room finally ran out.

"Am I Sukuna? Or am I just the first woman to say no to you?" you quipped.

He smiled and shrugged, "Somethin' like that." You hated to admit it but, he had a really cute smile. His resting face made him look like he could kill everything in sight. His smile softened his facial features. It wasn't that fake cocky smile he put on to seem hot or be a tease. It was a real genuine smile. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Ugh, why do I need to be like all the other girls that pine for him?

The two of you left the room after packing all your stuff. You gave Sukuna your number and email on a sticky note. "Text me when you want to study again. Sorry about my handwriting by the way," you apologized sheepishly.

"What do you mean? I can read it just fine," he questioned.

Wow, he might be the only one on the planet, you thought as the two of you left the library side by side.

"You don't need to lie, Sukuna," you joked.

"Just Ryo is fine," he corrected.

"Okay Ryomen," you smiled.

He rolled his eyes playfully at you saying his full name instead. Internally he knew: he liked the way you disobeyed him. He found the way you smiled to yourself trying not to laugh after making a joke cute.

It was all in the details. The way you sat in the front of the class every day with a notebook out. The way you impressively scribbled notes while still looking at the board.

He memorized the way you chewed on your pen and bounced your leg whenever you did an exam. The way you always participated. Staying after to help the professor clean up. Going to office hours. You were friendly and bantering with all your teachers. But somehow in an effortless charismatic way and not a ‘pick me’ way.

You didn't know, but he stared holes into your back in every single class. He was amused just staring at your back. Though he knew you wouldn't be there he looked for you in the large sea of people in the stadium. He watched you succeed and rise to the challenge. Listening in on your musical analysis in class he was mesmerized. He just wanted to wander through your mind. Maybe then he could be just as great as you.

In his short interaction with you, he made a realization. You weren't the preppy, bubbly, sweet girl he made you up to be in his mind. You were kind of a bitch. In the hottest way possible. That made you all the better. He needed more and more of you.

. . .

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CHAPTER 3

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic

Contains breakup and miscommunication

Revenge sex

Iceskater!reader

eventual happy ending </3

teenage love

ALOT of angst

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CHAPTER 3: Different Fonts, same insides

Sae’s POV 

“Why is she here..? I can’t meet her right now.. Not after I just met Rin.” He thought to himself as she stood in front of him. The moonlight only did her good as it radiated the glow of her aura. Her gaze was sharp like the edges of glass shards.. The calculating coldness in her eyes drew him in. She showed a tinge of betrayal as she looked into his eyes. He felt as if there was swirling darkness in her that he couldn’t ignore, but the only thing that came out his mouth were razor sharp words. 

“What do you want?” 

Why did he say that? He asked himself that question. His time in Spain made him turn into a cold and miserable being. He didn’t find joy in having happy relationships with people when he found out how the world doesn’t care about who you are and only what you are. 

She was visibly taken aback by his bitter tone. He isn’t.. He couldn’t have such a bright star in his dark world. It would only diminish her brightness. She was a princess and he was an ogre, that's something no amount of luck or power could change. She was an unattainable flower at the end of the cliff and was limbless farmer that could only dream of climbing the cliff. She still had that shine in her eyes that still had the ability to dream and stay unaware of the real world. Sae on the other hand.. He knew how it was to be confident in yourself only for it to be easily outshone by someone better than you.. He shouldn’t bring her down with him. He almost didn’t catch her calling out his name.

“Ca-can I come in?” God.. Her voice was like honey that was freshly harvested in the middle of spring, it was almost the same as it was 5 years ago.. She had the voice of a thousand sirens.. If you get too attached you would only end up getting drowned..

“Okay.” He wanted to push her away but he couldn’t.. He just had to let her in. She came in, clearly cold. He had no right to touch her and warm her up or scold her to wear more layers. He lost it a long time ago when he saw the real worth that he had. 

She went into the living room and sat down on the couch where they had their sweet memories attached to it.. He wondered if she recalled them too.  He sat across from her. 

Seeing her could only bring the blissful memories of the past. 

“Sae, why do you keep acting like you owe me something?“ Y/N suddenly asked him while laying on the patch of grass, freely basking in the sunlight of Sae’s backyard. 

“Do you really have to make my kindness into some twisted meaning?” Y/N looked straight ahead at the sky while he looked at her as if she was an extraordinary beauty while replying to her in a calm tone. 

“Well I don’t know! It just feels weird..” She grumbled while closing her eyes. Sae didn’t take his eyes off her. What felt weird? The way he looked at her as if she was the only one for him or the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off her even though she looked like a mess after playing in the mud all day? Young love is just so pure.

”The only thing that’s weird is the fact that you are wearing mismatched socks on grass! Weirdo..” Y/N sprung up looking at him with  fire in her eyes. “You-!” She grabbed his collar but he swept her wrist and pulled her down onto him, right in front of his face.

“My fashion is just too complex for someone like you to understand!” She declared, clearly being offended. It was followed by silence after that, before erupting into laughter while Y/N fell back onto the grass grasping her stomach and laughing. Sae laughed too.. Of course he laughed. He was still a kid that was joyful in the past…

That laughter soon turned into silence again, Y/N spoke up. “Sae.. Do you think you’ll be different after you come back from Spain?” Sae pondered for a while before, “The only thing that’ll be different is the fact that I’ll be taller than you! And maybe you are meaner.” Well.. Sure their height difference was larger now but.. She wasn’t the one turned sour.

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[multiheadcanons]

GOOFY SONGS DOUBLE TIME

scout: an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg. when i think of jeremy, i think very specifically of hayloft II by mother mother. i think the blu scout has a bird’s eye view of his life that his counterpart simply doesn’t have. he understands on a deeper level what his family does for a living; he’s intimately aware of what decisions his mother has made to keep the family afloat. this baby has a gun, and everyone better run or face what comes out of the barrel. and scout’s choice of work hasn’t removed what his family would consider his good traits. but they really don’t even know him anymore to make that determination.

soldier: you fire off missiles because you hate yourself, but do you know you're demolishing me? jane doe does indeed get renegade by big red machine, featuring t swizzle. an absolute undiscovered banger in the global pop star's discography, really i can see anyone (but particularly demo) yelling this to the soldier. soldier is, to me, a man who is plagued by his own thoughts. and his own thoughts will halt him faster than any outside force ever could, but he won't recognize or care about that until it's just too late. becuase really, is it his anxiety that stops him from giving everything, or does he just not want to?

pyro: pyro does get join the party by jt music. frankly any fan made fnaf song can slide right into this position but i think join the party is the best fit here. i love the juxtaposition of the verses and the chorus. the seriousness of the verses against the lightness of the chorus i feel wraps pyro up nicely. they can tell there’s something more happening, they just can’t confidently parse through the truth from the delusions. doesn’t mean they aren’t paying attention.

demo: okay, so is there a reason nobody likes cosmo sheldrake? because from what i see he hasn't done anything so egrergious that when i mention the man everyone groans except have a couple songs that went viral on tiktok. anyway, demoman gets the moss by cosmo sheldrake. i just think it's a very demo song, that intertwines this theme that i like to think about with demo, of what it means to be an educated man and also hold space in his heart for his culture. i think that it's particularly something the blu demo struggles with more than his counterpart does, but it's because he struggles with it more that he's learned where his balance is with it.

heavy: so here’s a confession— i love starbomb. love game grumps, love starbomb. and the only song i think of when i think of this guy is krobus is hot. i do think mikhail has regular fantasies of massacring the team. and i think the repetition of his day to day life grinds his nerves into dust when he takes a step back and looks at it. he remembers when it used to be fun. he remembers when the violence was fun. now it’s just there and he does it because there’s nothing else to do. he just wants to do something different. he wants something to change and he’s the only one who can do that for himself. and with the respawn machine its so tantalizing… they’ll just come back!

engineer: another living tombstone song that took a moment of pondering to decide who to give it to. epoch by the living tombstone is one of my favorite songs in the living tombstone’s discography, if not one of my favorite songs of all time. it is one i return to time and time again. a grim promise. “i know we can make it better than it ever was”. to go into how deeply i associate that one line with dell would require an entire essay in and of itself, and i don’t want to write it, so i’ll sum it up with: regret is a hell of a drug, and generational trauma will make it worse.

medic: you know who is an underrated artist? blue kid. i can’t remember where i first heard the dismemberment song, but looking back i don’t see how it could be anything other than the doctor. it has a lightness, a softness and an intense driving force that truly only fritz can accomplish. and i’m serious, the blu medic shines in battle. i’ve never been focused down more as a red member than with a blu medic. and i let them kill me, i love those funky little blue doctors. all medics get a free kill on max. but i really think about the bridge, specifically “i’m taking your narrative, and i’m making it mine”. i think the blu medic tries so hard to not be the red medic he ends up just like him. just with different emphases. and it works! it’s charming, in its own freaky little way! but it’s not what he wants to be.

sniper: i think both snipers would like ska, and that’s why i’m picking smash mouth’s walking on the sun for our blu aligned australian. what one could argue is a chiller song with a faster pace. i’ll even take it a step farther and say he’s very specifically walking on the sans, which is just walking on the sun with sans (yes undertale sans) as the instrumentals. it’s ear grinding, most of the blends are bad regardless of where you go to listen to it. “some were spellbound, some were hellbound, some they fell down, and some got back up and fought against the meltdown” which i think is a fair statement to assign to snipes. blu snipes may not be as perceptive as his counterpart on the field, but that doesn’t mean he’s not watching what’s going on around him. he just prefers to go through it with a lightness his counterpart can no longer conjure or perform.

spy: it took me a second to decide who got this song; but i do think my ordinary life by the living tombstone goes to the blue clad frenchman. and there’s a couple of lyrics i really think about that i really assign to spy; particularly “they let me lie to them and don’t feel like they’ve been misled”. like that is a canonically spy statement, it’s his whole job on the team— to infiltrate and destroy from the inside. but also because i do ponder over the sheer amount of imposter syndrome he’s probably dealing with. i wonder how he copes with it.

[foundouthatdabiistouyatodoroki]

Touya's past analysis: Part 3: Chapter 350

Touya is running in the forest, encased by flames. Touya's jaw is coming off. This can be a call back to how Endeavor described the remains: that a piece of his jaw bone remained. 

Touya commenting on how hot they are Touya is feeling the temperature of the flames and references how intense his flames are. This reminded me of the line that was spoken in the last chapter.

I wonder if that's what is always felt, that all the time he is always on fire and that everything was hot. 

This is ironic. Touya never wanted to die, but Dabi did; not wanting to die proved you have hope for something to live for, and Touya, in this case, was hoping that his father would care about him.

Touya is heading towards a river jumping into the river after accidentally setting himself on fire Touya manage to protect his body by jumping in the water,  Touya all burnt up and near death with AFO standing at the end of it

in case you didn't notice AFO appeared in the trees last chapter it wasn’t obvious.

AFO's standing over Touya's burnt body has sinister implications.

A few years later, Touya woke up in bed alone in a new place. Touya woke up confused about his surroundings; he was in the forest now, at the bed. 

The children's cheerful smiles were not welcoming, just unsettling. When Touya asked, Touya touched his throat and was surprised that his voice had changed.

Touya learned he was in a coma for a few years, but hearing the children's answer didn’t ease his anxiety; it worsened it. There was a look of confusion and anxiety on Touya's face when he heard their answer. 

This place alone conveyed just how unsettling it is. In fact, it's even more unsettling that Touya was brought from the forest there to be fixed. How did he get there? Who brought him? There was no one in the forest but him. That's what makes the situation so disturbing; we know who it was that brought him, but not Touya. It just adds to how unsettling this situation is.

Here he looked scared, alone, and confused. He is desperate to get home, even the Sun-Sun guy didn’t help with matters. The sun sun guy's smile was just disturbing because you can tell there are hidden intentions behind it. 

Touya is told that this can be his new family, but Touya has no idea what a family is since Endeavor has no interest in being a father. He knew the circumstances of his birth and his siblings; to him, all his family gave him was pain. 

It felt like those values were forced on him without his consent. That is exactly what Sun Sun was doing to him. Having a new family is not what Touya asked for. They didn’t consider his feelings in this like Endeavor; neither asked what Touya wanted or thought. They just imposed their views on him.

Having a family that would smile under the sun. Touya would not view it that way, and if he did, it wouldn’t be that different from what he felt in the household; in fact, the children's happy faces would feel even more isolated due to the pain he suffered. He would be aware of what the facility was doing to further the isolation, much like he is aware of his circumstances in the household. This is not a family but a cage or an experiment. 

Touya is alone in a new place. He is anxious and scared. He wanted to go back home, being told that he can’t leave made Touya even more desperate.

As I stated, Touya still held on to the belief that Endeavor might care even after being in a coma. He still holds on to that hope; he is still stuck in that same mindset as back then to get his father to see him again here.

As I stated before in the last chapter, Touya was capable of feeling remorse. He felt guilty for attacking Shoto before, so he would have remorse for lashing out at Rei. Touya was somewhat aware that Rei was suffering, too, but was too angry to notice that he was angry when Rei gave a hypocritical speech to him, so he lashed out

Touya feels guilty for all the awful things he said and did, and he has to apologize to his family. His Mom and siblings were his top priority. While talking to Sun Sun, Touya is holding on to that thread but is crushed moments later.

Touya is surprised by the monitor speaking; the speaker on that monitor told him the condition of his body is that his senses are dulled so he cannot feel pain.

Touya placed a hand on his skin when he listened; his appearance changed as a result of the extensive surgery to his body. 

When he heard he cannot produce strong firepower like before Touya’s eyes widened with shock within hand on his mouth pure horror on his face when he learned that he could not prove himself to Endeavor this is the same horror he displayed when he had when he was training with Endeavor when his quirk first burned him it conveyed the same feeling Touya is feeling at the moment.

The next panel was when he was training with Endeavor, I pointed out that Touya was happy when he was training with Endeavor but here that is the part when Endeavor noticed the white in his hair that was that his body was incompatible with his quirk l that was the beginning of what caused his father to discard him and AFO calling him a failure reminded him of how Endeavor viewed Touya as when he discarded and abandoned him.

Touya’s value was judged by the strength of his quirk, and his losing that strength led to Endeavor discarding him and deeming him a failure. Touya has his face in his hands; he is in complete despair; he lost his purpose of surpassing All Might.

Touya rejects AFO manipulations, any attempt that AFO used to manipulate and use Touya was unsuccessful AFO is the same as his father AFO uses others as tools and then discards them similar to how his dad treated his children viewing his children as tools for his ambitions and discard them once he considers them failures Touya had a good eye he can figure out someone's thoughts he didn’t know what was going to happen did he not escape but knew enough that these people held sinister intentions and also he wasn’t going to allow others to dictate him. 

Here Touya has tears in his eyes it showed it wasn’t the last time he cried he he can still shed tears Touya telling AFO to shut up mean that Touya had enough of people giving him false advice Touya isn’t going to desperately beg for help because it didn’t work for his family he tried begging for his family to look but it didn’t work they didn’t see his tears Touya knows his purpose and doesn’t need anyone to tell him. 

Touya got into an argument with Haruaki Sun Sun, and he unleashed fire before fleeing the facility. This proves just how scared and desperate Touya is to go home. Despite everything he felt in the household, he loved his family, and he only thought about going back home to his actual family and apologizing to them. Surrounded by strangers telling him they would be his new family, but he rejected that because he loved his family. He rejected a new one in favor of his own; he wouldn’t fight so desperately to escape from Haruaki Sun Sun if he didn’t. 

They sounded like they let him go but in reality they didn’t care they didn’t care about Touya or stop him from escaping. They considered him a failure, so they didn’t even try to stop him. 

The fire in the building contrasts with the fire in the forest to emphasize that his flames are how weak they are now. Touya’s fire power is strong and can burn an entire forest down, but here his flames are not strong enough to burn down the facility, so Touya never killed anyone in the facility. 

Touya runs home and you can see the burnt sleeves he was trying to escape.

He still had hope but lowers it since his body was weak he unable to surpass All Might hence losing his purpose but ended up but creating a new one he wanted to know if his death changed his family situation even after everything he still thought of everyone else in the family he wanted his family to be happy and healthy a place free from abuse he wanted his family to be happy and with him returned home with hope of finding a change improved home environment only to find the same sight. 

The first two things he saw was he saw was his picture on an alter and his father abusing his brother on the floor the same way he had before Touya witness Endeavor abusing Shoto was enough to know the Endeavor hasn’t change he is still obsessed with surpassing All Might losing a family member did not affect Endeavor.

Despite having a death experience, being in a coma for three years after being gone and presumed dead by his family, his death did not change anything in the family. His death changed nothing. 

Touya wanted to believe that his pain and suffering mean something if it didn’t it would be like saying that all the pain and suffering he experienced was for nothing Touya wanted to find meaning for his suffering believed that suffering lead to healing as a way to assign to his trauma but it was nothing but a wish and reality showed him that. Returning he was reminded that he had no purpose the scene showed him again that his life was meaningless Touya meaning he tried to make it go away with the scene remaining unchanged was taken away. If his death didn’t change his family as a whole it was all for nothing and that is devastating to Touya to learn of how his family find him dead and didn’t change make it feel like he never existed in the first place not having anyone see you or even look at you it feels like you don’t exist. 

He had hope, but it was in vain. 

There was one thing that was important when Touya was coming home he desperately craved validation but not just from from his father but his family as well he was desperate of having his family to look at him too that's why he remained at home to get his family to see him that's why in the present he was angry because they couldn’t provide it. 

Next panel Touya is praying to the altar, he is praying to the self who died that day then by finding a new purpose is to get revenge on Endeavor for all the abuse he put him through Touya planned on dying ever since he became Dabi what could get through to Endeavor is his death wasn’t enough? Then he decided to get through to him by ruining Endeavor by turning himself into a villain planning for a decade for his revenge on Endeavor he was willing to put everything on the line for his revenge his goal he had no intention to live or be careful he only lived for vengeance he wasn’t going to live a happy life as this didn’t seem to ever possible since the accident and Endeavor abuse crushed any hope to live a happy life since one he had for his family to be happy was gone so avenge himself as the final thing he could do to live to get revenge is his new purpose. 

It was once stated his body wouldn’t last for a month, but Touya isn’t a fool. He knows that his body won’t last; that's why he decided to die after he got his revenge on Endeavor. So his body is held together by his resentment this emphasizes that he wouldn’t let his body die that easily Touya has a lot of tenacity and powerful emotions to keep him alive however he is not only held together by his resentment but also his quirk some unknown element that keeps him alive heavily notes that it was Touya’s ice part of his quirk keeping his body alive.

What did Touya do on the streets as Dabi? That is something we might never know since it's not important; what's important is how he got there. 

[velvetpucks]

slow night in the pitt

dr. micheal “robby” robinavitch x nurse!reader

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The ER was quiet. Not the eerie kind of quiet that signaled a disaster brewing—but the kind that meant, for once, the universe had given them a goddamn break. Most of the patients were stable, the waiting room wasn’t overflowing, and the nurses weren’t drowning under a tsunami of admissions.

Christina had just finished handing off a post-op report when she felt it—that heavy stare. That heat crawling up the back of her neck, making her stomach flip. She didn’t have to look to know who it was.

Dr. Michael Robinavitch.

She could feel him watching her from across the nurses’ station, arms crossed over his broad chest, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. That cocky, self-assured smirk that made her want to slap him—or kiss the hell out of him. Maybe both.

She had no idea when this thing between them had started. Maybe it was all the arguing, the sharp words exchanged over patient care plans, the way he always pushed her buttons just right. Or maybe it was the way he looked at her when he thought no one else was watching—like he wanted to devour her.

And she let him.

The storage room was dimly lit, the only sound the quiet hum of the fluorescent light overhead. They barely made it inside before his hands were on her—urgent, rough, desperate.

His mouth crashed against hers, all teeth and heat, swallowing the moan that slipped from her lips as he pressed her back against the supply shelf. Metal trays rattled, but neither of them cared. His hands roamed down her body, fingers digging into her waist as he pulled her closer, as if he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between them.

“Been watching you all damn night,” he murmured against her lips, voice thick with desire.

Christina smirked, letting her nails drag up the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his dark curls. “Yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it, doctor?”

His eyes darkened at that, and before she could blink, his hands were everywhere—pushing up her scrubs, gripping her thighs, lifting her onto the edge of the counter.

“This,” he rasped against her throat, teeth grazing skin.

Her breath hitched. Heat pooled low in her stomach as his hands pinned her in place, pressing his hips against hers with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“Robby,” she bit out, voice strained, hands fisting the fabric of his coat.

He hummed in response, trailing kisses down her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. “You sound so pretty when you say my name like that,” he murmured, his voice dripping with hunger. “Say it again.”

Christina clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But then his fingers slid beneath the waistband of her scrubs, teasing, taunting, and her resolve shattered.

“Robby,” she gasped, arching into him.

His mouth was everywhere—kissing, biting, claiming.

“Good girl,” he breathed against her skin, voice wrecked. “Now let’s see what other sounds I can pull out of you.”

And when he finally gave her exactly what she needed, she had to bite down hard on his shoulder to keep from moaning his name loud enough for the entire ER to hear.

Because this—this fire, this desperation, this need that burned between them like an open flame—was dangerous. Addictive.

And she was absolutely fucked.

Christina sucked in a sharp breath as Robby’s hands moved with purpose, his fingers dipping lower, teasing the waistband of her scrubs. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out the quiet hum of the fluorescent light.

“You gonna let me have you right here, nurse?” he murmured, voice thick with hunger.

A thrill shot down her spine.

She shouldn’t. They were in the damn storage room, for God’s sake. Anyone could walk in.

But the heat in Robby’s gaze? The way his fingers brushed her skin, barely touching but enough to set her on fire?

She didn’t care.

“Lock the door,” she breathed.

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

The soft click of the lock barely registered before his mouth was on hers again—hungry, impatient, demanding. He kissed like he worked in the trauma bay—fast, precise, relentless.

Christina gasped against his lips as his hands finally slipped under her scrubs, palms skating up her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft skin.

“You’re so warm,” he muttered, voice wrecked, lips trailing down her jaw, her throat, lower.

Her head tipped back against the shelf as his mouth found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, his hands gripping her thighs just right.

She arched into him, fingers yanking at the buttons of his coat, shoving it off his shoulders. He let it drop to the floor without a second thought, his hands already pulling at her scrubs, dragging them down her hips.

“You always this impatient?” he teased, voice smug.

“Shut up,” she snapped—right before she kissed him hard enough to steal his breath.

He groaned, low and deep, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed against her, the hard length of him making her dizzy with need.

“Fuck,” he rasped, voice strained. “You feel how bad I want you, sweetheart?”

Christina’s nails bit into his back. “Then do something about it.”

His eyes darkened.

“Gladly.”

His hands yanked her forward, spreading her thighs wider, and before she could bite back the desperate, shameless moan that slipped from her lips—

He was on his knees.

Her breath hitched as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down the inside of her thigh, his hands gripping, holding, controlling.

“Robby,” she gasped, legs threatening to close around him, but his hands kept her open. Kept her right where he wanted.

“So pretty,” he murmured against her skin. “So perfect for me.”

His breath was hot against her core, teasing, taunting, ruining her.

Then his mouth—oh, God, his mouth.

She barely managed to slap a hand over her mouth before the moan spilled out, her entire body tensing, shaking, unraveling as he worked her over with skilled, practiced, fucking ruthless precision.

Like he had all the time in the world to take her apart.

Like he lived for this.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, tugging, hips bucking against his mouth, but his grip held her down, forcing her to take everything he gave her.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against her, his voice vibrating exactly where she needed it.

Christina trembled, toes curling, back arching, falling apart so fast she couldn’t stop it—

His tongue flicked, his hands tightened, and she shattered—hard, fast, devastating.

Her sharp, muffled cry echoed in the small room as waves of blinding, mind-numbing pleasure crashed over her.

Robby didn’t stop—not until she was shaking, panting, barely able to hold herself up.

And when he finally stood, lips swollen, eyes dark with satisfaction, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back in.

“Your turn, doctor.”

And she made damn sure he didn’t walk out of that storage room in control.

Christina’s breath was still ragged, her body humming from the way Robby had just taken her apart, but she wasn’t about to let him have all the control. Not when she knew exactly how to break him, too.

His chest was rising and falling hard, his lips swollen, his pupils blown wide with hunger. And that smug little smirk? The one that said he knew exactly what he’d just done to her?

Yeah, she was about to wipe that clean off his face.

“You look too proud of yourself,” she murmured, sliding her hands up his chest, fingers teasing the collar of his scrub top. “We can’t have that, can we?”

Robby’s smirk deepened. “That so?”

She didn’t answer. She just pushed him back, flipping their positions so his back hit the supply shelf, metal trays rattling behind him.

He barely had time to react before her hands were on him—urgent, greedy, untying the drawstring of his scrubs in one swift motion.

“Fuck—” he exhaled, his head tipping back as she shoved his pants down just enough to free him.

And God, he was already so hard for her.

Christina’s fingers wrapped around him, tight, teasing, deliberate.

“Jesus, nurse,” Robby gritted out, his hips jerking into her touch.

She smirked. “Something wrong, doctor?”

His jaw clenched, hands gripping her hips so tight she was sure she’d feel it later. But she didn’t care.

Not when she could see him falling apart.

She stroked him slow, torturous, too light—just enough to drive him insane.

“Christina,” he warned, his voice low, desperate, wrecked.

She leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his throat, feeling his pulse pound beneath her lips.

“Tell me what you want,” she murmured, breath hot against his skin.

Robby groaned, head dropping forward, his forehead nearly resting against hers. “You.”

That single word sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her.

She didn’t waste another second.

She sank to her knees.

Robby swore under his breath, his fingers immediately tangling in her hair, his breath sharp and uneven as she took him in her hand, pumping slow, teasing, torturing.

“Christina—”

She flicked her tongue over the tip, and his entire body jerked.

“Jesus fucking—”

She smirked up at him, eyes dark with mischief. “Something wrong, doctor?”

Robby’s control snapped.

His fingers tightened in her hair, his breath coming out in a shaky exhale as she finally—finally—took him into her mouth.

His sharp groan filled the room, his grip on her hair guiding her, his hips barely holding still as she worked him over with slow, deliberate precision.

He was wrecked—his head tipped back against the shelf, jaw clenched, veins prominent in his throat, his entire body strung tight.

And she loved it.

“Fucking—Jesus, Christina,” he groaned, voice wrecked, breathless, desperate.

She didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. Took him deeper, hollowed her cheeks, tightened her grip—until his breathing turned ragged, his body tense as a live wire, his fingers trembling in her hair.

“Baby—fuck, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna—”

She didn’t stop.

His deep, broken groan was all the warning she got before he lost it, hips jerking, body shuddering, coming apart in her mouth with a curse so filthy it made her thighs clench.

She swallowed every last drop.

And when she finally pulled back, lips swollen, breath heavy, grinning like she’d just won the lottery?

Robby collapsed back against the shelf, panting, looking at her like she was gonna be the death of him.

“Holy fucking shit,” he rasped, running a hand through his messy, sweat-damp curls.

Christina wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, smirking. “Still feeling smug?”

He let out a breathless, helpless laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, voice ruined. “Because I just found out what I’m doing every time we get a slow night shift.”

Christina rolled her eyes—but when he **yanked her into his lap, kissed her hard, and pressed her against the storage shelves like he was already **ready for round two?

She realized she wasn’t done with him yet, either.

[mangilingo]

Unwelcome familiarity

(Part 2)

Summary- The reader and Luigi grow distant after their argument, but when she sees him with another girl, jealousy forces her to finally admit she doesn’t want him with anyone else.

.���゜゜・ ✧༺♥༻∞ ・゜゜・．

The air between you and Luigi is thick, weighed down by everything unspoken. His hand is still wrapped around yours, warm and steady, but your pulse is racing too fast for you to focus on anything except the tension between you.

Rachel and I… we’re just friends.

The words should be enough, but they aren’t. Because if they were, you wouldn’t have felt your stomach twist at the sight of them together. You wouldn’t have spent the last few days trying—and failing—to pretend it didn’t bother you.

You pull your hand away, slow and deliberate. “Then why does it feel like you wanted me to see that?”

Luigi’s brows knit together. “What?”

“That picture,” you say, trying to keep your voice even. “Rachel. All of it. Did you want me to get jealous? Because if that was your plan, congratulations, it worked.”

Luigi exhales sharply, shaking his head. “That’s not fair. You’re the one who’s been keeping me at arm’s length. What was I supposed to do? Sit around and wait for you to make up your mind?”

Your jaw clenches. “I never asked you to wait.”

“But you want me to,” he fires back, eyes dark with frustration. “You don’t want me to move on, but you won’t let me in either. Do you even know what you want, or are you just stringing me along?”

His words strike like a slap, and for a second, all you can do is sit there, stunned. The worst part? He’s right. You don’t know what you want—not entirely.

But you do know this: the idea of him with someone else makes you sick.

“Maybe I don’t know what I want,” you admit, your voice quieter but no less sharp. “But that doesn’t mean you get to use Rachel to—”

“I’m not using her,” Luigi interrupts, exasperation seeping into his tone. “She’s a friend. That’s it. And if you actually trusted me, you’d know that.”

The accusation stings. “Trusted you? You’re the one who never takes anything seriously! How am I supposed to trust someone who hides behind jokes every time things get real?”

Luigi’s expression hardens. “And you’re the one who runs the second things get difficult. You keep acting like you don’t care, like I don’t matter, and I let you. Every damn time, I let you. But I can’t keep doing this anymore, not if you’re never going to choose me.”

The words hit deeper than they should. Your chest tightens, and suddenly, you can’t breathe.

Because this is it. The breaking point.

Luigi stands up, his chair scraping against the floor. His jaw is clenched, his hands curled into fists at his sides. He looks at you like he’s waiting for something—waiting for you to stop him.

But you don’t. You can’t.

His gaze lingers on you for a second longer before he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Let me know when you figure out what you want.”

And then, just like that, he walks away.

Leaving you alone with the mess you’ve made.

Luigi doesn’t text you. He doesn’t call. He doesn’t even glance in your direction when you pass each other on campus.

And it’s killing you.

The weight of his absence is heavier than you expected, settling deep in your chest like a dull ache that won’t fade. You told yourself space was what you needed—that this tension between you would burn itself out if you ignored it long enough. But instead, it lingers, growing worse with every moment he stays away.

Your brother notices first.

“You and Luigi fighting?” he asks one evening, leaning against the counter as you push your dinner around your plate.

You tense. “Why would you think that?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Because I haven’t seen him around lately. And because you look like someone ran over your dog.”

You roll your eyes, shoving a bite of food into your mouth to avoid answering.

Your brother doesn’t let up. “Look, I don’t know what happened, but you two have always been close. If something’s wrong, maybe you should just talk to him.

Talk to him. As if it were that simple.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you mutter, setting your fork down.

Your brother sighs, crossing his arms. “You know, for two people who spend most of their time arguing, you and Luigi really suck at actually talking.”

You glare at him, but he just shrugs. “Just saying.”

You tell yourself you won’t think about it.

But a few nights later, when you find yourself in the library again—alone, exhausted, and staring at a textbook without actually reading it—you feel the weight of it press harder on your chest.

Luigi used to be here. Even when he was annoying, even when he teased you endlessly, he was there. Filling the space beside you, nudging your foot under the table, tossing pencils at your head when you got too serious.

Now, there’s only silence.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to focus. You have an exam in two days, and feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to change anything. But just as you start scribbling notes, a familiar voice drifts from the other side of the library.

Luigi.

You freeze.

Against your better judgment, your gaze flickers toward the source of the sound. He’s sitting at a table near the windows, leaned back in his chair, talking to someone.

Rachel.

Your stomach twists.

She laughs at something he says, leaning in just a little too close, her hand grazing his arm. He doesn’t pull away.

You don’t realize how hard you’re gripping your pen until it snaps in half.

Mia, who had taken a seat across from you not long ago, follows your gaze and winces. “Yikes.”

You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to look away. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

But it does.

It matters more than you want to admit.

“I need some air,” you mumble, shoving your books into your bag before Mia can say anything.

You leave without looking back.

The cool night air does little to settle the storm in your chest. You pace outside the library, hands shoved into your pockets, heart hammering as you replay the scene over and over in your mind.

It doesn’t mean anything. He said she was just a friend. He told you—

But that was before. Before the argument. Before you pushed him away. Before you made him think you didn’t care.

Maybe he got tired of waiting.

A lump rises in your throat. You blink hard, tilting your head back to stare at the sky, willing the feeling away.

You don’t know how long you stand there, but suddenly, footsteps sound behind you.

You don’t have to turn to know who it is.

Luigi stops a few feet away, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. He doesn’t speak right away, and for a moment, neither do you.

The silence between you is thick, heavier than ever.

Finally, he exhales. “You left in a hurry.”

You swallow. “I needed some air.”

He nods slowly, like he doesn’t quite believe you. “Mia said you looked upset.”

You force a hollow laugh. “And you care?”

His jaw tightens. “I always care.”

The words hit harder than they should.

You shake your head, looking away. “Doesn’t seem like it. You’ve been doing fine without me.”

Luigi studies you for a moment. Then, his voice drops, quieter. “Are you jealous?”

You freeze.

A sharp, bitter laugh escapes before you can stop it. “Are you serious right now?”

He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t look away. “Just answer the question.”

You clench your fists. “No.”

“Liar.”

You glare at him. “It doesn’t matter what I feel. You said you weren’t going to wait forever, remember?”

Luigi’s eyes darken. “So that’s what this is about?” He steps closer, and suddenly, there’s barely any space between you. “You pushed me away. You chose this distance. And now, what? You see me with someone else, and suddenly you don’t like it?”

Your breath catches. “I never wanted you with someone else.”

“Then say it.” His voice is low, almost desperate. “Say you don’t want me with her. Say you—”

“I don’t want you with her!”

The words tear out of you before you can stop them. The second they’re out, you realize there’s no taking them back.

Silence.

Luigi just stares at you, his breathing uneven, his expression unreadable. The weight of your confession lingers in the air between you, heavy and electric.

You’ve never felt more exposed in your life.

And then, after what feels like an eternity, Luigi exhales, running a hand through his hair. A slow, almost disbelieving smirk tugs at his lips.

“Finally,” he murmurs.

You glare at him, cheeks burning. “Shut up.”

But before you can say anything else, before you can even think about running away from this, Luigi steps even closer, until there’s barely an inch between you.

His voice drops lower, his gaze locked onto yours.

“Say it again.”

Your heart stutters. “What?”

He smirks, but there’s something softer in his eyes now—something real. “Say you don’t want me with her.”

You swallow hard. Your pulse is racing, your entire body tense, but when you open your mouth, the words come easier this time.

“I don’t want you with her,” you whisper.

Luigi’s smirk fades, replaced by something deeper. His hand lifts slightly, like he’s about to reach for you—but at the last second, he hesitates.

Like he’s waiting.

Like you have to be the one to close the distance this time.

And for the first time, you think you just might.

[juulle987]

A Love Confessed

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . * Eris x y/n

summary: You and Eris have been in a secret relationship for ages, and finally he dares to say those three words.

TW: none

note: English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes - I’m really sorry.

🦊🧡

The air inside Eris’s secluded cottage was warm, scented with the faint aroma of burning wood from the hearth and the lingering spices from the meal they had just cooked together. The fire crackled softly, casting golden light against the rustic wooden walls, while outside, the wind rustled through the dense forest that surrounded them, enclosing them in their own private world.

She stood by the table, fingers idly skimming over the pages of a worn book, her lips parted in silent concentration as she read. Eris watched her from where he stood by the stove, his heart tightening in his chest at the sight of her bathed in the dim glow of candlelight. She was so effortlessly beautiful, so entirely his without even knowing it.

He had spent years guarding his heart, fortifying it behind walls of steel, but she had slipped through the cracks like a beam of sunlight, warming the parts of him he had long thought frozen. And now, watching her, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” she asked, tilting her head as she looked up from the book, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Eris inhaled sharply, as if steadying himself for battle, though this was a fight of a different kind. He stepped toward her, the space between them shrinking with each deliberate movement, until he was so close he could see the faint freckles dusting her skin, the way her pupils expanded as she looked up at him.

“I was thinking,” he murmured, his voice lower now, edged with something he could no longer hide. “That there are things I should have said to you a long time ago.”

Her breath hitched, but she held his gaze, waiting, sensing the weight of the moment.

“I love you,” Eris whispered, the words slipping from his lips like a vow, unshakable and true. “I have for longer than I care to admit.”

The world seemed to hold its breath. His heart pounded in his chest, his fingers twitching at his sides, aching to reach for her, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his touch. But he waited, giving her the space to react, to decide if she wanted this—if she wanted him.

For a moment, she simply stared at him, as if she were processing his words, turning them over in her mind, weighing them against the way he had always looked at her, the way he had always lingered just a little too close, how his touch had always been gentle despite the fire that burned within him.

Then, she smiled—soft, radiant, filled with something that made his knees weak. “Say it again,” she murmured.

Eris let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. He reached for her then, fingers brushing her cheek, reverent, as though she were the most precious thing he had ever held.

“I love you.”

She exhaled shakily, leaning into his touch, and that was all he needed before he closed the final distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both a confession and a promise.

The fire crackled beside them, but Eris no longer needed its warmth. He had found his own.

[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || Who gave them the right to even speak to you? A man finding a way to claim his woman… in his own messed up way.

᧔o᧓ || dabi x f!reader, she/her pronouns, no smut or angst, dark romance, steamy kisses, oneshot, possessive dabi, jealousy, villain reader, kinda yandere if u squint but not rlly, minor deaths mentioned, mha s6 spoilers, 1.2k word count

The smell of burning flesh lingers in the air – screams of agony and fire cackling, now drowned out in the background – her eyes solely focused on the man beside her.

A distant expression on his face as he continues burning the corpses – fellow members of the PLF, who were ranked much below themselves – murdered in cold blood by his own hands.

She would've usually laughed at the sight but the pissed off look in his eyes stopped her from doing so.

Though a villain, it's not often he flat-out kills without reason.

He doesn't acknowledge her but she knows he can feel the intensity of her gaze – choosing to ignore her concerns as usual – yet either way, that never stopped her from speaking so straightforwardly.

"what's gotten you in such a pissy mood?"

The man simply scoffs at her words, not bothering to face her as he makes sure to burn every single remain – was it out of spite or to hide evidence, who knows – but his muscles tense, letting the blue flames take spread across in the empty forest.

She sighs and strides beside him, trying to get a glimpse of whom exactly he killed.

As predicted however, no luck, all that's left behind being a pile of ash.

"sheesh I would hate to be on your bad side..."

His gaze slowly travels to her as she stands close, roaming across her face as she confidently stares back.

This new appearance of his – natural white hair that makes his crystal blue orbs pop – has her in a complete chokehold, though she masks it as best as she could.

They haven't talked much since his real identity came to light.

Frankly she doesn't know what to call him anymore – or what they even are – given the chaotic circumstances of the first battle that ended in a draw, relationship talk was probably the last thing on their mind.

"yeah? well be damn glad I tolerate you."

The rasp in his voice is beyond aggravating.

She hates that he can make her heart race by just speaking, and what's worse is that he knows it – the subtle gleam in his eye proving her point – only fueling his ego.

"soooo.... you love me that much~"

"fuck off."

Hearty laughter bubbles within her as he sends a glare her way – notably not denying her words – but she doesn't comment on that.

She'll let the fact marinate for a while.

"Why'd you kill them? You aren't really one to kill randomly."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"oh trust me i know."

The blunt tone of his words leaves her confused, unsure of what's going through that mind of his.

But Y/N is not one to back down.

"Did they say something to you?"

Her brows furrow in contemplation, clearly noticing somethings wrong if he resorted to wiping them off the face of the planet.

He could only narrow his eyes at her question, looking oddly on edge as he spoke.

"I saw them talking to you yesterday."

The earlier confusion lingers for a few seconds but then realization dawns upon her – there was indeed a correlation – the way he stormed off after they made eye contact yesterday.

She was in the middle of talking to some guys about an upcoming mission when she saw him, not even getting even a hello as he stormed off right after.

Her eyes widened as she looked over to the ashes, then back to him.

"Did you-"

"What were you talking about, hm?"

The soft rhythm of her heart suddenly spikes up as he takes a step closer – having no care in the world as he invades her personal space – bright blue orbs boring into her own.

He was beyond dangerous yet... it only has her yearning for more. After all, she knew he wouldn't ever hurt her.

"It was just about a mission."

Dabi just hums, either pretending to not care about her answer or genuinely not interested – she could tell his mind was already made up – his fingers clenching together to possibly stay grounded.

The eye contact was unwavering as he stared back.

"So are you just playing stupid or did you really not notice them undressing you with their eyes?"

Her heart comes to a full stop at his accusation, not expecting this from him.

Of course she noticed the stares, she just didn't pay them no mind.

The hint of disgust and jealousy – specifically behind those two words – ignited a sudden excitement within her, proof that he actually does care.

It was shameful she felt this way, but their villains after all, everything in their lives was twisted.

Even love.

"Well I did but I was more focused on you-"

Her words waver as he randomly plucked two of the metal staples from his hand – specks of blood trickling down his palm – an idea seeming to pop into his mind.

"Dabi what the hell?!"

A small blue flame emits from his palms – beginning to use his quirk to melt the metal together – melding the silver ore into whatever he was making.

He continues ignoring her questions as he focuses on the task, and once satisfied, slowly lifts a hand to grab a hold of her own.

The hot touch sending a shiver down her spine – a given after he used his quirk so much – the remnants of the flames, leaving his skin absolutely heated.

Maybe a little too much, it has her feeling like she's on fire.

Y/N wasn't aware if she was even breathing when he slid something onto her ring finger, his eyes meeting hers with an array of emotions.

Jealousy, possessiveness and some fucked up form love.

Her eyes widened at the makeshift ring on her hand – unable to believe it – was this his way of claiming her?

"You're mine now doll, revel in it."

He roughly whispers in her ear – the sultry tone making her mind and heart stammer – his lips making contact on her skin, peppering hot kisses up her neck before trailing along her jawline.

Leaving her absolutely breathless as his hands roam under her clothes – feeling every patch of skin that he's already too familiar with – leaving a trail of heat in its wake, but if that wasn't enough... he places a single hand on her throat.

Tight enough to assert dominance but not to the point of pain.

His lips crash into hers not a second later – desperate and eager – as their lips move in unison, a heated exchange of passion.

She doesn't need a mirror to know the lust that casts over her gaze, not when he bites her bottom lip, earning a gasp from her.

But instead of continuing, he suddenly pulls away, wiping off the dripping saliva from the corner of his lip.

What a tease.

And he knew it – a small smirk appearing on his face as he effortlessly picks her up – earning a yelp from her as he walks away from the burning flames.

"H-Hey- put me down asshole!"

The man simply chuckles at her protests, holding her like a sack of potatoes as he calls Kurogiri for a portal, walking in with sheer confidence as they make it inside the PLF base.

All eyes on them, just like he wanted.

"No can do sweetheart, gotta show the others who you belong too."

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| ahhh my first dabi fanfic and ofc i had to write him all toxic haha, but their villains so it makes sense. i remember seeing this c.ai bot a while ago and it had a similar concept, i found it funny so why not write a story about it but make it more insane! ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ||| kid deku & f!reader (fluff)

[purinbunnii]

Bound by Blood, Ignited by Desire

Prologue: Shackled by Tradition

You had always known your fate was not your own. Born into a lesser branch of a powerful sorcerer clan, your existence had been dictated long before you had the chance to dream of another life. Your cursed energy was your worth, and your marriage was the price.

When the Zenin Clan made their offer—no, their demand—your family accepted without hesitation. To them, you were a tool, and the Zenins wanted a powerful womb to bear their next generation. The catch?

Your husband was Toji Fushiguro—once Zenin, now a name that carried more weight in underground whispers than in the grand halls of the clan. A man without cursed energy. A man with a reputation that bled violence and apathy in equal measure.

You had expected hostility. You had expected cruelty. What you got was indifference.

Toji Zenin—no, Fushiguro, as he insisted—didn’t care for you.

And, in turn, you vowed to return the sentiment.

————

The wedding was a formality, a political display draped in silk and drenched in empty words. He hadn’t even worn proper ceremonial robes, instead opting for a loose yukata that hung from his frame like an afterthought. His dark green eyes were dull, almost bored, when he looked at you beneath the sacred altar.

The vows were spoken. The binding was sealed.

And that night, in the lavish quarters they assigned you, Toji merely stripped off his outer layer and threw himself onto the futon without a word. You stood at the doorway for a long moment, watching his broad back rise and fall with his breaths, before turning away.

If he thought you would play the obedient wife, he was sorely mistaken….. The days bled into weeks.

You did not speak unless necessary. You did not share meals. You barely acknowledged each other, except when tradition forced you into the same room.

But the nights… the nights were unbearable.

The Zenin elders had assigned you a shared sleeping chamber, undoubtedly expecting an heir as soon as possible. Yet, nothing had happened. Not even a whisper of touch.

Toji slept half-naked, always. The thin futon did little to hide the sheer power of his physique—broad shoulders, a sculpted abdomen, the defined cut of his hips. He was built like a man who had known nothing but battle, his body carved by survival and bloodshed.

You hated how aware you were of him.

Even without cursed energy, his presence was suffocating.

The first crack in your arrangement came on a humid night.

You woke to a scent that curled around your senses, thick and suffocating. Your cursed energy flared instinctively, the presence of something primal sinking into your veins like fire.

Pheromones.

Your stomach twisted. You had read of such rare occurrences—when a body with immense physical prowess unconsciously emitted a scent that triggered a biological response in those sensitive to cursed energy.

And Toji…

You turned to look at him. He was sprawled lazily across the futon, sweat clinging to his skin, the ridges of his abs glistening under the dim moonlight. His yukata had fallen open completely, revealing the deep scars that marred his torso, each one a story of violence untold.

Your thighs clenched involuntarily. Heat pooled low in your belly, shame curling up your spine.

This was just a bodily reaction. A trick of instincts.

And yet, when Toji shifted, his voice low and rough from sleep, your breath caught.

“Why the hell are you staring at me like that?”

You tore your gaze away, biting your lip hard enough to ground yourself. “Go back to sleep.”

His chuckle was dark, teasing. “Tch. You’re the one panting like a bitch in heat.”

Your nails dug into your palms.

Bastard.

The tension between you only grew worse.

Every glance burned. Every breath felt stolen.

And then, one night, it snapped.

You had been training in the courtyard, pushing your cursed energy to its limits, when he appeared. Shirtless, bandaged from a fresh job, his muscles rippling with each casual step.

“You’re sloppy,” he said.

You scowled. “I don’t need your opinion.”

Toji smirked. “I don’t give a damn what you need.” He stepped closer, crowding your space, towering over you with that insufferable confidence. “But if you wanna last in this clan, sweetheart, you better learn how to fight without relying on that fancy cursed energy.”

You shoved him. Hard.

Or you tried to.

In a blink, you were flat against the wooden post, your wrists pinned above your head by a single, calloused hand. His grip was firm, unyielding, his body caging yours in place.

“Let. Me. Go.”

His gaze flickered down, dark amusement dancing in his expression. “That tone of yours ain’t gonna get you anywhere, wife.”

Your pulse hammered. The air felt too thick, too charged. His scent was dizzying this close—earthy, heady, laced with something that made your stomach clench.

Toji’s lips curved into a smirk, his other hand dragging lazily along the side of your throat. “Bet I could make you beg for me.”

Your breath hitched.

“Never,” you hissed.

His grin widened. “That so?”

And then, just to spite you, he leaned in—his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, his voice dripping with sinful promise.

“Wanna test that?”

Your knees nearly buckled and your heart was a hammer against your ribs, breath ragged as Toji held you against the wooden post, his grip an unyielding vice around your wrists.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart.” His voice was a low rasp, thick with amusement. “What, never been this close to a real man before?”

Your jaw clenched. The way he loomed over you, the sheer heat of his body pressing into yours, made your skin burn with something you refused to name. The worst part? He knew.

He could smell it.

The bastard was too attuned to the unspoken, his instincts honed like a blade. And right now? He was savoring every second of your discomfort.

“You mistake my disgust for fear,” you shot back, voice tight.

Toji chuckled, the deep timbre of it rolling through your chest. “Disgust, huh?” His free hand trailed down the curve of your waist, fingers grazing the fabric of your training yukata. “Funny, ‘cause your body’s tellin’ a different story.”

Your pulse spiked, heat licking at your skin.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You despised him.

But your body?

Your body was betraying you.

You wrenched at your wrists, but his grip only tightened. He tilted his head, watching the way your breath hitched, how your thighs squeezed together as if trying to fight off the inevitable.

“You don’t wanna play this game, princess,” he murmured, leaning in so close that his breath fanned across your cheek. “You won’t win.”

Your nails bit into your palms.

You wanted to spit venom, to push him away, but every nerve in your body was hyperaware of him—of the sheer size of him, the way he smelled, the way his muscles flexed with the smallest movement.

And then—

He let go.

Just like that.

The loss of warmth was jarring, your wrists tingling from the absence of pressure. You stumbled forward slightly, blinking in confusion, but Toji was already turning away.

“You’re not ready,” he muttered, stretching his arms behind his head as he walked toward the house. “Shame. Thought you’d have more bite.”

Your breath shuddered out in a mix of frustration and something dangerously close to disappointment.

Damn him.

Damn him for making you feel like this.

————

It was a cruel joke, really.

The Zenin elders had ensured that despite your loveless arrangement, you and Toji would share a room. They expected an heir. They expected you to submit.

But Toji hadn’t laid a hand on you. Not once.

Not in the way they wanted, at least.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t unbearable.

Every night, the tension between you grew thicker, more suffocating. The futon you shared was large, yet it felt impossibly small with him there—sprawled out, shirtless, exuding heat and indifference.

Some nights, you’d lie awake, listening to his slow, even breaths. Others, you’d catch the way his muscles flexed as he stretched in the moonlight, his body carved from years of merciless training.

And then there were nights like tonight.

Toji had come back late, his skin damp with sweat, fresh from a job. He barely spared you a glance as he collapsed onto the futon, the scent of his exertion mingling with something darker—something primal.

Pheromones.

Your fingers clenched in the sheets.

Not again.

It was unbearable how his presence filled the room, how your cursed energy reacted instinctively to his, despite the fact that he had none. Your breathing grew shallow, your body betraying you in ways you hated.

Toji, of course, noticed.

“You’re still awake?” His voice was thick with sleep.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to turn away from him. “Go to bed.”

Silence stretched between you.

Then—

A low chuckle.

You stiffened as the futon dipped, the warmth of his body inching closer.

“You should learn to control that cursed energy of yours,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “You’re makin’ this a whole lot harder for yourself.”

Your breath caught.

He was right behind you now, his heat licking at your back, his scent invading your senses. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your yukata, your thighs clenching against the ache that had been simmering in your gut for weeks.

“You reek of frustration, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Bet you’d sleep a whole lot better if you just let go.”

Your entire body burned.

“You are insufferable,” you ground out.

Toji merely smirked. “And yet, you’re still here.”

And with that, he turned over, leaving you seething, trembling, and painfully aware of just how much you hated—and wanted—him.

2

[physics-of-one-piece]

Part 10 of Punk Hazard Dub watch party

This is where Dub Doffy makes his post-timeskio debut so I shall be tagging my Doffy moots

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Sanji making Vergo fight seriously hell yeah Sanji

Here comes Laaaw, to the SAD room

Law is about to fuck Doffy’s entire life up and I’m giggling and kicking my feet. Go, Laaaw! Go, baby! I’m so proud of you! 🥹🥹🥹

“My captain hates guys like you.” Well said, Sanji.

Just wanna let everyone know that Caesar is taking even more oxygen from the room by setting fire to it.

“One breath’s all I need to kick your gassy ass.” Yeah, I love dub Luffy

Jet Gattling is my fav of Luffy’s attacks.

Damn, he almost had him.

AAAA DOFFY PIC, DOFFY PIC! It was so short hang on gonna skip back..

LOOK AT HIM!

Hubby 😊😊🥹🥹 look at him looking all menacing and cast in purple and pink and evil

Okay…He does look kinda scary. Would totally kiss him though.

“Joker would kill me if I allowed that.” Wait, what? I mean, Doffy rarely blames his crew if they fuck up (for ex. Buffalo & Baby 5), but then again…

“You mean the pink bird guy from the war?” And this, people, is why I love DofLuffy as both platonic and romantic. COME ON, THAT’S SO CUTE OF LUFFY TO CALL HIM. Yeh, I easily ship chars, leave me alone, Doffy & Luffy are cute

Law is so smart, go Law, he’s in the SAD room fuck it up Law (laughs while eating popcorn)

Vergo calling Law a “crazy bastard” now that’s RICH.

Dub Law’s hum before he smiles 😳😳

Dub Doffy’s post-timeskip debut is next ep LET’S GOO

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YEEESSS HAHAHAHA YEEEESSSS (laughing maniacally)

“Unless you can give me a kiss from your captain, then I don’t care!” Me to the Donquixote Pirates.

It’s here it’s here it’s here, Vergo’s holding the Doffy snail AAAAAA here it comes here it comes here it comes

“Law’s going after SAD?” OOOoooh here he is, oh boy he already sounds annoyed as fuuck

“I see…” I’m scared now.

Dressrosa! 🎉🎉🎉

Dub Doffy’s laugh, I love it.

DUB DOFFY LOUNGING AT THE POOL.

“Well, can’t say I’m shocked.” Dub Doffy 😍😍😍🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️

DID DUB DOFFY HAVE TO DO THAT EXHALE? SIR, IT’S ONLY 2 MINUTES INTO YOUR POST-TIMESKIP DEBUT AND YOU’RE ALREADY GOT MY HEART IN YOUR STRINGS

“That’s some gratitude. I treated that punk like a brother and this is what I get?” Gosh, he sounds like such a noble and such a pompous swaggering guy but at the same time his voice has this smoothness that totally gets the ladies and it fits him so much and the way he says his words and accents some 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 just… Dub Doffy is fckn perfect. Cocky, snarky, noble, would trick you, would seduce you… he checks all the boxes!

“A pity, huh?” Okay I’m scared now. Just the way Dub Doffy switches from playful to “I hate to say it Vergo but you’re gonna have to kill little Law” is fckn awesome.

Yeah, Dub Law learned the smooth talk from Dub Doffy 100%, no questions asked.

“He made it to the SAD room, you said?”

Baby 5! I like her yells of rage I guess.

“Here’s what I’d do if I were him. I’d destroy everything in sight.” Damn you Dub Doffy why you so sexy 😭😭

“Then I’d kidnap Caesar, I think.” Oooh, we have a difference here. Sub Doffy said “kill Caesar”, interesting change, cus even in official manga I think he says “kill Caesar”

Here, have some silly Doffy upside down he’s so silly. Silly flamingo

“Scratch that. Maybe just kill him.” I stand corrected 🤣🤣

I like Dub Baby 5. Baby 5, honey, your papa’s just trying to protect you from the ugly predatory men. Are his ways of doing it crazy? Yes. Are they effective and send a signal for predatory men to back off? Yes. It ain’t his fault predators keep proposing to you. And we all know he’s no therapist and not good at verbal communication and just goes with actions over words.

Gosh, Dub Doffy sounds like he would be so protective and possessive and so overbearing to Reader and lovebomb you and spoil you and I am so HERE for it, give him to me. Ooh, I got a fic for you all that I now know is Dub Doffy front and center cus it's exactly this what I described - Puppeteer by @froggiewrites OOOH IMMA GO RE-READ IT NOW WITH DUB DOFFY IN MY HEAD OOOH

“Frankly, if Law’s able to pull that off, then we’ve got a problem, Vergo.”

“To be specific, it’s a problem for me because it’s my business.” Giving such mafia leader vibes and I am here for it.

Oh, Machvise has a kind of a cute voice. I like how they implemented the sub -in but made it for Dub. These are the details I appreciate!

“Misfortune never comes alone. So my misfortune… heh… is gonna be his next.” I love Dub Doffy.

Giolla and Lao G sound great, too.

“I know this will be difficult for you, Vergo -” yeah, sure it will, just like it was difficult for him to beat up your biological younger brother 🙄 “But I need you to take care of Law. Also, make it as cruel and gruesome as you can manage.” love how his voice is so smooth while he is talking about torturing someone to death. Yaaaaay 😭😭

“I want him to suffer.” 😭😭

“What the hell are you talking about? You don’t have a camera.” Dub Doffy is so funny, I love him

Vergo not taking a single photo in his life ahahahahahaha

“Hahaha, I like that idea even better.” Yeah, Dub Doffy nails it all, the chuckles & laugh, the words, 10/10. I mean, I knew cus I watched pre-timeskip Dub Doffy scenes but this is where we get more of him so it’s great.

“He acts stupid but I’ve seen him use Conqueror’s Haki.” He really stepped on Luffy and I’m laughing hahaha Doffy insulting Luffy’s intelligence willl never get old for me and it seems it sticks in the Dub, too. Good!

“Baby 5 here is armed to the teeth and itching for a fight.” That’s… certainly a way to put “my adoptive daughter is trying to kill me bcs I killed another one of her predators”

“Come back to Dressrosa immediately.” YOU DON’T NEED TO TELL ME TWICE, DUB DOFFY, I’M RUUUNNIIIN’

Final marks? Dub Doffy is sexy as hell, he climbed to #1 Dub, Law is now #2 bcs of that but he’ll probably drop to #3 cus Dub Cora sounds amazing 😍😍😍

Dub Doffy is definitely the sort that would fool me. Sub Doffy I’m on my guard from the get-go cus of his voice cus it’s so deep and confident, commanding and just overwhelming it tells you “I’m a god, get on your knees.”, but Dub Doffy is more like “Come on, darling, won’t you make me happy and get on your knees for me?” and both are PERFECT. Dub Doffy captures that charming essence that people get tricked by. By people, I mean ME.

I will say when Sub Doffy softens his voice (and it happens) he is charming as well and WOULD trick me too. Whichever situation, it’s a lose-lose for me, is all I’m saying.

You can tell Dub Doffy gets the ladies. Like… you can TELL from his voice.

Both Sub & Dub Doffy are perfect, they both have their own strengths. I’m just curious how Dub Doffy will go when he LOSES his patience and all those veins pop. I hope it’s as terrifying as Sub Doffy. We shall see.

That’s it from Dub Doffy this ep. Sexy sexy business evil man.

609

THIS BASTARD VERGO DID NOT JUST CALL LAW HIS DOG. OH, YOU BASTARD. YOU’RE GOING DOWN! Law is not anyone’s dog.

“Too damn… smart for your own good.” That’s a bad thing for you, I think, not a bad thing for Law.

Oh, Doffy’s OST is playing!

“They tend to die at a young age.” He did not just jab Law with both Law’s former disease of him “dying at a young age” and Rosinante also dying at a young age of 26.

“Smartass look” WHO DO YOU THINK TAUGHT HIM THAT LOOK? TAKE IT UP WITH YOUR BOSS, VERGO. Fckn hell.

“Just like last time.” Wow, you fckn coward, you were happy to make a sick, dying little helpless kid tremble and cry, you feel PROUD of that? You sick fuck, I wish Law continued torturing you before you died.

Law 😭😭

“Sometimes it’s the smartest, not the strongest, who wins the fight.” Can I just say, Doflamingo & his crew trained the kids so well. Like, good job on them for that. Genuinely. A clap for Doffy.

She’s freezing Luffy yikes

Oh, Luffy let out a Conqueror I think. I’m surprised Monet didn’t faint, which again props to the training, nice.

And Luffy falls down the floor, but his idea was good. He couldn’t have thought there was gonna be a HUGE DROP.

“It’s a hunk of junk.” I love Dub Law

I hate watching Law get beat up

His hat 😭😭

“Here’s a Counter Shock!” YEAH, LAW, GET HIS ASS, LAW!

YEAH!

Oh, Law made him BLEED out of the mouth and nose, YESSS.

Dub Law’s scream of pain, omg 😭😭😭

Smoker on the scene.

Poor Law 😭😭

“There’s so long I can look at trash before I have to take it out. Especially filthy pirates like you!” Badass

Heart Pirate Rosinante or Vice Admiral Rosinante vs Vergo would be even better but I’ll take what I can get. The fact Vergo made it to Vice Admiral when he’s fckn scum while Rosi — who is the best of what marines stand for — didn’t oh that boils my blood 😡😡

(once more I like Vergo I just don't like when he hurts Law which is 90% of his role in the story)

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