#but it’s because im so open about what i do like and all of that just seems so last minute like something you’d give a coworker

[harrysfolklore]

i see your face in every crowd - op81

summary: the asutralian grand prix is right around the corner and oscar's face is everywhere in melbourne, his ex girlfriend can't help but miss him (he misses her too)

folkie radio: if you know me you know i'm a sucker for an exes to lovers trope, and honestly this one is one of my faves i've ever done. ENJOY AND LEAVE FEEDBACK

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram back home for a bit... needed some time to reset & breathe. been writing loads lately - the songs are just pouring out 🌊 feeling more inspired than ever tbh. can't wait to share what i've been working on with u all soon. huge thank u for all the love lately, means more than u know xx

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username1 BABYYYY

username2 i'm happy she's home and surrounded by love

sabrinacarpenter miss ur face already 😭 these songs are about to end lives fr

chappellroan THEYRE NOT READY FOR WHAT'S COMING!!! also pls come back to LA soon i'm dying without u

username3 chappellynbrina is a forever thing

username4 the way melbourne gp is gonna be so awkward next month...

└ username1 why does everyone have to make everything about that 🙄 let them live

└ username2 no fr like can we focus on the music instead

username5 oscar ain't shit anyway, ur so much better without him queen

└ username3 y'all don't even know what happened, stop being toxic

└ username6 they literally both asked for privacy can u respect that maybe

alexandrasaintmleux being home suits u sm! can't wait for the new era

└ username2 once a wag always a wag

username7 THE BREAKUP ALBUM IS COMING AND IM HERE FOR IT

username8 take all the time u need but also pls drop a song soon we're starving 😩

lando yooo text me when you get the chance !

└ username1 THEIR FRIENDSHIP LIVES

└username2 oscar piastri you can't break this one

username9 some of y'all are being so mean for no reason, they were cute together and now they're not, it happens

username10 manifesting a collab with sabrina on this album 🕯️

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oscarpiastri Last few days of prep before heading home for the season opener. Ready 💪

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 we're so taking that wdc this year

lando looking a bit weak mate might need another few months of training

└ oscarpiastri stick to gaming mate

└ carlossainz55 Children, behave 😂

└ username1 THIS INTERACTION

username3 we're so back. man's entering his thirst trap era and we love to see it

└ username1 healing through gym pics, real

username4 the transformation from rookie to absolute unit we love to see it

username5 melbourne's gonna go crazy for him

└ username2 the city will be pretty much covered with his face

username7 the post-breakup glow >>>>>>

username8 bro said watch me get faster AND hotter

username9 yn is stronger than me bc i definitely would've given him another chance

georgerussell63 Looking strong 💪🏼

└ lando but still slower than me

└ oscarpiastri We'll see about that mate

└ username3 WHAT IS LANDO'S PROBLEM

aussiegp Our hometown hero getting ready to give us a show 🇦🇺

username10 YN GET BACK WITH HIM I BEGGG

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definitelynotyn not me stalking his instagram at 2am with a glass of rosé in hand... why he gotta post gym pics looking like THAT 😭 someone take my phone away fr because what if i do something stupid like text him rn???? also why does he have to look so good while training I HATE HIM

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shortandbrina girl DELETE instagram rn i'm not joking!! calling u in 2 mins

└ definitelynotyn too late i already watched his story 3 times help

midwestprincess this is why we don't drink wine alone bestie... coming over with ice cream and we're watching mean girls

└ definitelynotyn pls hurry before i do something stupid like listen to our playlist

livbedumb first rule of breakups: BLOCK THE GYM PROGRESS POSTS!!!! trust me on this one

└ definitelynotyn but what if i just want to check if he's doing okay 🥲

└ gracieeeeee she's lost it completely someone intervene

arithegood not me literally writing a song about this exact situation last week 💀 wine drunk stalking is universal bestie

└ definitelynotyn pls send me the song i just know it'll hurt so good

phoebenotbuffay okay but like... we've all been there 😭 remember when i almost texted #him after he decided to walk around in those short shorts

└ definitelynotyn at least urs wasn't wearing race suits that make his arms look like THAT

whostaylorswiftanyway time to write a song about it bestie x

└ definitelynotyn already got three verses and a bridge done ngl

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f1updates Melbourne is getting ready for the Australian GP! The city is covered in @/oscarpiastri billboards and posters as they prepare to welcome their home hero

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username1 imagine being yn trying to get coffee and boom there's your ex's face on a 50ft billboard 💀

username2 the way you literally can't escape his face anywhere in the cbd this week

username3 the way this gp would've been so different if they were still together... remember last year?

└ username1 they were the cutest in the paddock

└ username2 pls she probably won't even be in melbourne this year

username4 our boy is everywhere and we love to see it!!

username5 the promotional team really said oscar piastri world domination

username6 the billboards are giving everything they need to give tbh

username7 maybe she should drop the breakup album during race week for maximum chaos

└ username1 now that would be iconic behavior

└ username3 the way the charts and the podium would be fighting for his attention

username8 MELBOURNE IS OSCARLAND

username9 imagine not being an oscar fan rn… or worse, being his ex

username10 CAN SOMEBODY THINK OF OUR GIRL YN

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oscarpiastri Seems like there's a few of me around Melbourne at the moment... has anyone noticed? 😅

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username1 OSCAR FUCKING PIASTRI

username2 HE DID NOT

lando bit of an upgrade for the city tbh └ oscarpiastri Better than your face mate

username3 OH HE'S MESSY FOR THIS ONE

└ username1 posting this RIGHT after her story i'm screaming

username4 he chose violence today and i'm here for it

mclaren Our guy's everywhere! Can't wait for the weekend 🧡

└ username2 admin pretending they don't see what's happening here

username5 THE TIMING OF THIS POST??? someone's feeling petty

username6 he really said "oh you can't escape me? let me show you why" 💀

georgerussell63 Just ran into your face in the airport

username7 the way he probably had these pics ready and WAITED

username8 bro saw her story and chose chaos

danielricciardo looking good mate! although i remember when it was my face everywhere 👴 └ oscarpiastri Times change old man

username9 it's giving "oh you miss seeing me? here's more" energy actually

username10 focusing on the important stuff: he looks good in every single billboard

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yourinstagram missing tour life so much today! can't wait to get back on the road and see all your beautiful faces again 💕 thankful for the memories we've made together x

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username1 MY GIRL I MISS HER

username2 the way she posted this exactly after THAT story... we see you

└ username3 damage control era

troyesivan SUPERSTAR 🤩🤩

username4 girl we know what (who) you're really missing

└ username2 not her trying to distract us 😭

username5 we're not fooled bestie but we support you

sabrinacarpenter miss you too angel!! ❤️

└ yourinstagram love you sabs 🥺

username6 NOT THE DAMAGE CONTROL POST

username7 WE NEED A TOUR ASAP

gracieabrams I miss being on the road with you 🥹🥹

username8 EVERYONE TALKIG ABOUT OSCAR HELP

username9 can we talk about how good she looked on tour though??

username10 the way she's probably sitting with sabrina rn planning damage control posts

└ username11 the group chat must be WILD right now

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definitelynotyn well. something just came in the mail and i think i might actually throw up. universe really said "you thought that instagram story wasn't enough embarrassment for one day?"

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shortnbrina GIRL CHECK YOUR TEXTS RN

└ definitelynotyn I'M HAVING A CRISIS

midwestprincess the way i SPRINTED here when you texted

└ definitelynotyn help what do i do

└ midwestprincess BREATHE FIRST

gracieeee wait is that what i think it is? 🏁

└ definitelynotyn 🙃🙃🙃

└ gracieeee OH MY GOD????

livbedumb the timing… someone's been plotting

└ definitelynotyn don't. i can't think about that.

maddiebeer okay but like… are you going?

└ definitelynotyn MADS PLS I'M ALREADY SPIRALING

└ maddiebeer that's not a no 👀

arithegood manifesting a rain delay so you have to stay longer

└ definitelynotyn I HAVEN'T EVEN DECIDED IF I'M GOING

└ arithegood sure jan

phoebenotbuffay imagine if you'd actually posted this on main too

└ definitelynotyn DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT

└ phoebenotbuffay too soon? 😂

dulapeep at least you have time to plan outfits

└ definitelynotyn NOT HELPING

└ dulapeep the green dress. trust me.

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oscarpiastri Close. Bring on tomorrow

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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT

username2 oscar piastri man of few words

username3 pole position if he was still with yn

mclaren Our home champ 🧡

username4 OKAY CHAT DO WE THINK YN WILL ATTEND THE RACE??

└ username1 maybe focus on racing?? this isn't about his ex

lando sorry about that

└ oscarpiastri Should've just let me keep it

username5 can't help but think about yn in parc fermé for his win tomorrow but they're not together anymore

username6 HES WINNING TOMORROW THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN CHANGE THAT

charles_leclerc An existential crisis later

└ carlossainz55 Let him breathe

└ username1 HUUUH WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT

username7 brb listening to yn's songs about him.. specially lover

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definitelynotyn watching from my couch because apparently i'm the biggest coward in the universe. the pass is literally staring at me from my coffee table. i hate myself.

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shortnbrina GET IN YOUR CAR RIGHT NOW

└ definitelynotyn I CAN'T

└ shortnbrina YES YOU CAN I'M CALLING YOU AN UBER

midwestprincess GIRL THERE'S STILL 40 LAPS YOU CAN LITERALLY MAKE IT

└ definitelynotyn and then what?? walk in mid-race??

└ midwestprincess YES EXACTLY LIKE A MAIN CHARACTER WOULD

livbedumb not you watching his every move on tv when you could be there

└ definitelynotyn this is less scary ok

└ livbedumb is it though??

maddiebeer remember when you said you'd never be that girl who's too scared to face her feelings?

└ definitelynotyn low blow mads

whostaylorswiftanyway THE PASS IS RIGHT THERE GO GET YOUR MAN

└ definitelynotyn STOP YELLING AT ME

└ whostaylorswiftanyway NO

gracieeee remember when you said his note was the sweetest thing ever? remember crying about how much you missed him? but sure stay on your couch

└ definitelynotyn this is emotional manipulation

definitelynotyn FINE YALL WIN. CALLING A CAR RN

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definitelynotyn we did some talking. then we did some kissing. then we did some more talking. then we did some more kissing. might have cried a bit (him too). wearing his sweatshirt again. life's funny sometimes.

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midwestprincess OH GOD FINALLY

gracieeee I'M SOBBING

leclercccccc FINALLY you accepted the follow request

└ definitelynotyn oh my god

└ leclercccccc i helped with the speech you know

└ notoscarpiastri mate.

└ leclercccccc you're welcome btw

landitooooo took you both long enough bloody hell

└ notoscarpiastri says you

└ landitooooo oi what's that supposed to mean

└ shortnbrina no idea really

└ definitelynotyn lando norris and sabrina carpenter... there's stuff you need to explain

arithegood THE TIMELINE HAS BEEN RESTORED

└ definitelynotyn dramatic much

└ arithegood says the girl who showed up mid-race

whostaylorswiftanyway I expect a full debrief tomorrow but I'm happy for you my girl

notoscarpiastri Can we go back to the kissing?

└ definitelynotyn please

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popbuzz YN AND OSCAR PIASTRI SPOTTED TOGETHER IN MELBOURNE

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username1 THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT

└ username2 SHE'S WEARING HIS CLOTHES AGAIN

username3 FROM SPINNING OUT TO BREAKFAST DATES IN 24 HOURS

└ username2 character development at its finest

username4 IM GOING TO CRY THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER

username5 Sources say he went to her place last night...

└ username1 and didn't leave 👀

username6 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY REALLY GOT BACK TOGETHER

username7 this is proof that crying over your ex on main actually works

username8 YN IS A WAG AGAIN OMFG

username9 everybody say thank you australia gp billboards with oscar's face

username10 OSCAR LOVE SONGS ARE SO BACK

username11 WE WON SO HARD

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oscarpiastri Home race took some unexpected turns both on and off track. P9 wasn't the result we wanted, but somehow still ended up winning this weekend.

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username1 HE'S SOOOO

username2 LOST THE RACE BUT GOT THE GIRL??

lando mate that's actually smooth

└ oscarpiastri Learned from the best

mclaren We'll take this kind of victory too 🧡

username3 THE THIRD PICTURE IM SOBBING

username4 mans really said forget p9 i got the girl

username5 HE'S SO BOYFRIEND WE'RE SO BACK

nicolepiastri ❤️

username6 OSCAR PIASTRI THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

username7 oscar's guide to get back with your ex with just ten simple steps

sabrinacarpenter FINALLY !!! OUR GIRL CAN STOP MOPING AROUND

└ chappellroan now we need oscar's friend to grow some balls too

└ oscarpiastri @/lando

└ lando well...

└ username1 OMFG LANDO AND SABRINA??

└ username2 WHAT JUST HAPPENED

username8 I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL LIFE

yourinstagram 🥺🥺 i love you

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first time opening up on here, because only one person i know irl follows me. otherwise i doubt this will reach anyone. but i am so sensitive and i really hate when i tell someone in advance (i have to put myself together and motivate myself to tell someone, otherwise i wont.) they do not listen, i do not want to diagnose myself with anything but i know they have something wrong with me and it will be even weirder if there isn't, i dont reach out or vent to anyone so me posting here is a huge step and im scared some will judge me for being 'overdramatic'

anyways, i was with my bestfriend, and im not complaining, im very attached to her and i love her very much.

and i told her what i was sensitive about and how i researched and spent hours looking up at borderline personality disorder and how i think i might have it. i was honest with her and told her i splitted over her numeral times and how im suicidal (i never sh'd because i have a weak pain tolerance) and im sensitive and as easy if you leave me on read on purpose w.o a reason, (because shes a very busy person which i respect) or block me i will actually have a meltdown and i cry myself to sleep alot over things like that and i temd to lash out on her and i did once recently and i heabily regret it but most of the time if i have to get my snger out on her i do it when shes asleep and i delete it when im in my right mind again.

i also clarified that i suggest she doesnt make fun of my looks (because im also very insecure about my features) and i set some boundaries that day.

few days later i told her about it, she crosses the line, she leaves me on read just because she felt like it and blocked me just because i was pissing her off (and by that she means - i was being myself / i was comfortable around her) snd this caused me to split really badly one night and it completely turned me off. i love my bestfriend still but shes caused me to split one two many times and almost made me ALMOST* self harm because of it.

anyways i dont want to diagnose myself with anything, im just sharing my experience.

whoever read all this, you're the sweetest perosn ever ty for reading out my vent <3

unfortunately i DID take what you said to heart and now i’m sobbing and debating on whether i should kill you or kill myself

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shut your mouth | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt hates (loves) crazy girls ;)

warnings: SMUT; unprotected p in v; oral (m receiving); orgasm denial; hair pulling; very angry! very dirty! very rough!; waterfall; toxic! fwb; 18+

notes: sooo i rlly did NOT have the time to be writing all this bc im so overwhelmed with school stuff (hence why i chronically disappear from this app im so sorry) but i could not! stop! thinking! about! matt's ig story from a couple days ago and had to feed my delusions. also be warned y/n is ABSOLUTELY BAT SHIT BONKERS CRAZY but unfortunately i was able to resonate with her on a deep level bc if i was fucking matt and saw that ig post i fear i would lose my mind too. aaaanyways i love u all so so much and hope u enjoy this piece of filth <3333

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“What the fuck is this?” Your voice sent a shockwave through the small, dark bedroom as you stormed through the door. Matt’s sleeping frame, wrapped comfortably in his bedsheets, did nothing but make the simmering anger within you begin to boil. A confused groan came from under the covers as you flicked the light on, brightening the room so quickly it even made you squint. “Matt! Get up.” You demanded, walking agitatedly over to his bed and ripping the covers off of him. You gulped at the sight of his shirtless frame, the dark ink of the tattoos across his arms acting as your kryptonite. Your hesitation only lasted a moment, however, as you quickly recollected yourself at the reminder of why you had showed up to your fuck buddy’s house unannounced.

“The fuck are you doing?” Matt grumbled hoarsely, his eyes screwed tightly shut as a protection from the sharp light and your sharper confrontation. You felt your anger grow all-consuming, making you lose all sight of rationality as you watched him bury his face in a pillow. Scoffing, you felt a trembling within you, lighting your skin on fire. “I’m asking you what the fuck this is.” You replied, unlocking your phone and shoving it in his face. Flinching at the sudden brightness just inches from him, he cautiously opened his eyes into droopy slits, focusing on the image on the screen. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light enough to comprehend what he was looking at, but you knew the moment he did because he rolled his eyes before running his hands exasperatedly across his face. “Oh my fucking god Y/n,” He grumbled under his breath.

You let out a sharp laugh, crossing your arms and staring down at him. “That’s all you have to say?” Your voice was raising even higher now, and even in your anger you tried to contain yourself. Matt took a deep breath, and indulgently, you watched his lower stomach move as he did. “What do you want me to say?” He replied, still scrubbing his tired eyes; refusing to look at you, “Like I have no clue what you’re seeing.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you ran your tongue across your teeth in anger. “No clue what I’m seeing?” You turned the phone around to face you, feeling your stomach flip at the photo on Matt’s Instagram story before zooming in to his exposed grey boxers and his pelvis pressed suggestively against his bathroom sink.

Shoving the phone back in his face, he took a quick glance at the screen before rolling his eyes once again and sitting up in his disheveled bed. “Why don’t you just tell me what you’ve made up in that head of yours because I still have no clue what I’m supposed to be seeing here.” You wanted to scream from his nonchalance, but instead you took another step towards him as he shifted to sit at the edge of his bed. “Well, it looks an awful lot like a thirst trap to me,” You began, crossing your arms over your chest and staring down at him. A frustrated smirk tugged at the corner of his lips from your words, making you shake with anger.

“Where’s the problem.” He phrased his question like an exasperated statement, causing you to begin pacing in front of him. “I’m not dumb, Matt, I know you only post those when you’re after some new girl.” You could hear the blood roaring in your ears as you worked on controlling yourself. “Are you fucking someone new now?” He released another annoyed groan before standing up from the bed. Looking into his eyes, you noticed the familiar shimmer of darkness in them that caused your stomach to do excited flips. “You’re fucking crazy Y/n.” He replied, his voice low as he shook his head with an arrogant smile on his face.

His words made your head spin, those words that had been spoken countless times and never failed to cause your anger to boil over. “I’m not fucking crazy,” You replied through gritted teeth, “Admit that there’s a new girl that’s caught your eye.” Your eyes were laser-focused on his antagonistically. “Why does it matter?” He replied, his voice filled with exhaustion, and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. Still, his words caused your eyebrows to raise and a bitter laugh to fall from your lips. “So there is, huh?” He rolled his eyes again, failing to take you seriously once again.

“Who is it?” You pushed him even further, causing him to really begin growing frustrated now. He ran a hand through his hair and began walking away from you. Overtaken with fury, you followed him — planting your feet in front of him. “You fuck her yet?” You continued to egg him on, noticing even through your anger how excited you grew from the annoyance evident in his behaviour. “Y/n,” He warned, his jaw tense as he clearly fought against his own anger. “I’m dead serious,” You continued, taking another step closer to him, “Was she better than me? Huh? Is that why I haven’t heard from you all weekend?”

It was his turn to take a few steps towards you, forcing you to walk backwards until you felt the wall against your back. “You haven’t heard from me all weekend because you never fail to give me a fucking headache over shit like this,” His voice was low, making your pulse race as he continued, “You need to stop making shit up in your head, Y/n.” You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he stood just inches away from you, and your sharp anger was dulled slightly by the intoxicating closeness of your bodies. “I’m not making anything up, asshole.” You spat, though your voice was airy as your gaze drifted down to his pink lips.

“You’re losing your fucking mind, storming into my house uninvited, over one fucking Instagram post,” His voice was thick with anger as he spoke, “I’m over your bullshit, Y/n, I mean it.” As he spoke, your heart began racing — not from his words, but by the way he was looking down at you. Blue eyes darkened and jaw tight, but the familiar knit brow that only appeared when he was fighting the urge to swallow you whole gave him away.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the realization that you were once again getting the reaction you wanted from him, but you swiped it away before he could see it. Instead, you would continue playing this game until you got exactly what you wanted. “Why?” You began, your voice still angry yet laced with subtle seduction, “Got plans with the new bitch you’ve been trying to impress?” He let out a throaty grunt and pushed you flush against the wall — allowing you to feel the stiff bulge in his pyjama pants against your front.

“Hmm,” You hummed, fluttering your eyes seductively to let him know you felt it, “Are you that hard for her, or me?” His eyes dilated so that they looked nearly black. You couldn’t stop the smirk that took over your lips as he laced a rough hand through your hair, using his grip on it to tilt up your head forcefully. “Shut up Y/n.” He replied, his voice clipped and thick with arousal. You ran your tongue across your teeth again, looking up at him antagonistically as you recognized the strain in his demeanour. “Don’t be embarrassed, Matt. Who knows, maybe if she’s down you can have both of us at once,” You tilted your head slightly, taking in his threatening expression — the desire that was swimming through his veins was evident. “That is, if you can take us bo—”

“I said shut your mouth.” You gasped as Matt used his grip on your hair to pull you down to your knees in front of him. An arrogant smile covered your lips as you watched him swiftly remove his pyjama pants and boxers in one motion before grabbing onto your head and guiding your open mouth to his stiff member. Eagerly, you wrapped your stretched lips around his girth and relished in the taste of his salty pre-cum against your tongue. His grip in your hair tightened, and he used it to begin moving your head up and down his swollen shaft.

His movements were rough, and it wasn’t long before thick strings of saliva began dripping down your numb chin and collecting at the base of his cock. Crude sounds filled the space between you both as he pushed your head further and further down his length until you could feel your throat stretch to accommodate the spongey tip. Short grunts fell sporadically from his lips as he watched his cock disappear between your glistening lips. “You look so p-pretty when your mouth has something to k-keep it busy.” His words, punctuated by his quick breaths, shot straight to your core; causing you to release a strangled moan around his girth.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked up at him, mascara dripping down your flushed cheeks causing his hips to subconsciously snap into you. “Fuck,” He groaned, removing one of his hands from your hair and using it to brace himself against the wall behind you. Leaning forward, he began thrusting his cock into your drooling mouth, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in ecstasy. “You love when I shut you up with my cock, don’t you baby,” His voice was ragged and feral, causing your stomach to flip in excited fear. Unable to speak, all you could do was gargle around his length. Smirking, he continued, “This is what you wanted all along, wasn’t it?”

Your lungs were suddenly filled with deliciously cool air as he pulled his dripping cock from your mouth. Gasping to catch your breath after minutes without any, you let his warm, heavy cock rest on your cheek as he took in your fucked out appearance. “I’m giving you one opportunity to speak, Y/n.” He said, admiring the exhaustion on your reddened face. Looking up at him, your moment of melancholy disappeared and was replaced with an urge to push him even further. “What I wanted all along was to know who the fuck the new girl is.”

His dick jumped against your skin from your snarky words, and after a brief hesitation, he lifted you off of the ground and slammed you against the wall. Gasping from the sudden movement, you didn’t have a moment to adjust before his mouth was on yours. Feverish, his tongue didn’t wait for your lips to grant them entrance before slipping into your mouth. The heat of his kiss was intoxicating as your lips moulded into one in sheer desperation. His tongue dominated your own as he relished in the taste of himself on you. A soft moan left your lips as his hands began exploring your lower body. Upon finding the hem of your tennis skirt, he toyed with the soft material before slipping his hand underneath to find your desperate heat.

You released a pitiful whine as he just barely made contact with your dripping folds atop your lace thong — his touch a clear form of revenge for your behaviour today. The cool enamel of his teeth tugged at your lower lip, the sharp sensation causing you to gasp before he quickly spun you around so that you were now facing the wall. Using one hand to spread your legs apart and the other to first pull your skirt up to your waist before slipping your drenched thong to the side, his breath was hot against the skin of your shoulder as he spoke.“I don’t wanna hear another word from your mouth unless it’s you moaning over how much you love my cock.”

Just as you opened your mouth to deliver a final snarky remark, all of the air was pushed from your lungs as Matt buried his still-glossy cock to the hilt inside of you. Digging his fingers into your plush hip with one hand and lacing the other through your wild hair, he didn’t give you a moment to adjust to his size before driving his hips into you relentlessly. Your walls stretched around his girth, welcoming him on each sharp thrust. Girlish moans fell from your lips — the tone so different that what you had been using to speak to him. The slapping sound of wet skin against skin filled the small room as your body was repeatedly pressed between Matt and the cool wall.

“Your crazy makes — fuck — makes me crazy,” Matt growled in your ear before biting it harshly. A moan fell from your lips at the erotic, sharp pain of the gesture. Noticing your uncontrollable moans, he continues to egg you on. “Feels good when I fuck the senses back into you hmm?” His grip on your hair tightens, and he uses it to guide you to the bed and bend you over the edge — all without removing his cock from you dripping cunt. Feeling relief from being pressed against a soft bed rather than a hard wall, you cry out his name in unutterable pleasure before replying, “F-feels so good, M-Matt,”

Your breathy words are rare, and they seem to go straight to Matt’s cock as he releases his own guttural moan. “W-why can’t you be like this all the time?” He asked, his words punctuated by each rapid thrust. Mustering up all the strength in your body, you turned and looked at him over your shoulder with a smirk. “Where’s the fun in that?” Matt bit his lower lip at your words, and his fiery eyes stayed focused on yours as he snapped his hips into you at a punishing pace. Your walls flexed, an orgasm rapidly approaching as his cock slammed repeatedly into your swollen g-spot. Recognizing this, and with it the control he had gained over you, he smirked before slowing his movements.

“You wanna cum baby?” You shuddered as his cock slid through your oozing cunt slowly, the pace allowing you to feel every inch of him stimulate your sensitive walls. The slow tilt of his hips was driving you crazy, pushing you even closer to your high than when he was slamming into you relentlessly. A soft whine fell from your lips before you nodded your head frantically, feeling the elastic band in your lower stomach stretch taut with the need for release. He chuckled behind you as he continued rolling his hips slowly, watching your pinched facial expressions carefully as though gauging how close you were to falling apart under him.

“F-fuck,” You moaned, eyes pinching shut as you felt your orgasm inch closer and closer. Your legs began to tremble as your nerve endings lit on fire — every move he made now causing your head to spin in euphoria. “Y/n, you’re not gonna cum,” His words caused your pleading eyes to fly open, landing on him with a look of humiliating desperation. “Y-yes I am,” You replied, panic growing steadily in your voice as you felt your walls begin to cave in. “F-fuck!” You cried out in bliss at the feeling of being nearly pulled into the tidal wave of your orgasm, only to be suddenly cut off by the feeling of cold emptiness as Matt quickly pulled his dripping cock out of you.

Whimpering at the loss of contact, your soaked cunt flexed around nothing as you trembled from the remnants of your nearly-there orgasm. “What the fuck?” You cried weakly, arching your back and blindly searching for his cock with your weeping folds. Noticing your intention, Matt placed a firm hand on your back to stop your movements before pressing his sticky cock to your swollen bundle of nerves. A desperate cry fell from your lips as he tauntingly slid himself against your pink folds, the external contact almost worse than no contact at all.

“If you wanna cum,” His voice was hoarse behind you, as though the loss of contact was just as painful for him, “You gotta promise me you’re gonna stop acting crazy,” You released a frustrated groan at his words, before rolling your hips against his front desperately. “No more barging into my house talking shit, no more cussing out other girls I see, and no more running your mouth, alright?” You gritted your teeth at his horrible proposition, and hated how much control he had over you in that moment.

But the satin tip of his cock was rubbing perfectly against your pulsing clit, and you could tell by the placement of his fist against your wet skin and the movement of his hips behind you that he was fucking his own hand while enveloped in your folds, and in the state of arousal you were in, it was enough for you to say nearly anything if it meant he would deliver you your stolen orgasm. “Y-yes,” You replied, feeling incapable of granting him more than a one-word answer. Still, it didn’t seem to be enough for him, as in between muted grunts he replied, “Yes what, Y/n.”

“I’ll be better, please, I-I’ll be better Matt j-just let me cum,” You felt your already flushed cheeks grow redder by the shrill neediness in your tone. But your words seemed to satisfy Matt because, after shooting you an amused smirk, he slid his cock through your folds one final time to collect the pool of milky arousal that had gathered in its absence, before slipping back into you and resuming his sharp thrusts. A long, satisfied moan fell from your lips at the feeling of being filled to the hilt once more, and it was as though no time had lapsed as your orgasm immediately began approaching; this time much stronger than the last.

“Jesus baby,” Matt grunted behind you, overtaken by the flood of your arousal that was milking his cock and gathering at its base. You felt him swell within you, and knew that he was just as close to falling apart as you were. Your walls fluttered as pleasure built deep in your core; pressing down on your heat in a way it never had before. “J-just like that, gonna c-cum!” You begged Matt to hold himself together for just a moment longer, fearing that if you didn’t get a release you would explode into pieces.

Matt held back his own orgasm, his chest growing red and his arms growing thick veins from the effort. His cock, now even harder than before, thrusted vehemently into you until at last the forceful waves of your orgasm swept your stiff, trembling body away. A sinfully erotic moan fell from your open mouth as your cunt flexed uncontrollably around his length, releasing the formidable pressure in your stomach as you squirted against his front.

That seemed to be more than he could bear, as the moment he felt your warm fluid bathe his cock he stilled behind you; releasing a guttural moan as his member pulsed out thick ropes of cum deep inside of you. Still riding your own high, your fingers dug helplessly into the mattress as you both released a chorus of expletives into the humid room. Matt pulled his cock out of you and parted your folds to watch in awe as your still-pulsing cunt pushed out glistening strings of his seed. Using his finger, you released one final sharp moan as he collected his cum and pushed it back into your raw pussy.

Letting you catch your breath, Matt dropped a quick kiss to the dimple on your lower back before grabbing a towel to wipe down first you, and then himself. Face buried in the mattress, you relished in a feeling of serenity that was so rare for you to experience as you listened to your heart begin to steady. You felt the mattress sink, and without having to look you knew that Matt had sprawled out beside you.

“Why does it have to be so good?” You heard him ask, likely to himself more than to you. Still, you felt a smile creep onto your lips before replying. “Because it’s with me,” Lifting your head from the bed, you suddenly forgot about the promise you had made him just moments before as you turned to face his naked frame draped beside you, “Try fucking that girl you want so bad on Instagram, and I guarantee you won’t have to ask that question.”

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

[mononijikayu]

crazy little thing called love—ryomen sukuna.

Your jaw dropped. "Gold?" "Go big or go home, right?" He tilted his head, looking far too amused by your reaction. You scoffed, still trying to process how utterly ridiculous this conversation had become. "You do realize how insanely hard it is to even qualify for the Olympics, let alone win?" He shrugged, completely unfazed. "Yeah. So?" You rubbed your temples. "You really think you can pull that off?" "I know I can." he said simply. “I’m amazing. There’s no denying that, especially right now. But in the future? I know I’ll be a beast.”

Genre: Alternate Universe — Volleyball! AU;

Warning/s: General Rating, AFAB! Reader, Use of She/Her, Use of Female Centered Identification, Pet Names (Babe, My Love, Baby, Etc), Romance, Fluff, Humour, Love, Comfort/No Hurt, Established Relationship, Lovers, Dating, Feeling, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Idiots In Love, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Teasing, Healthy Relationship, Friendships, Profanity, Volleyball Pro! Sukuna, Astrophysicist! Reader, Fiancee! Sukuna, Fiancee! Reader;

Words: 8k words.

Note: people have been asking if there will be a part 2 where sukuna ends up proposing and i was thinking about how im going to do it because i want it to be fun and i want it to be as ridiculous as possible. and this is what i came up with. this is not the end for them, i think i will come by from time to time. i think i need to think about other stories too. in any case, i hope you enjoy this one!!! i love you all~

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THIS WAS HOW YOUR MINI DATES WERE LIKE EVERY LATE AFTERNOON. And you were more than content with that. After all, you were both too busy to always meet outside of school. This is why you became a manager in the first place. You wanted more time with him as much as you could. 

You knew that from the moment he became a part of the volleyball team. But sometimes, it was hard with him. In some ways, he had gotten so used to you being there that he doesn’t want to be without you whatsoever. He’s crazy about keeping his lover like that.

“My love, I’m going to go. I have to leave.”

“No, you’re not.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “My club manager duty is done. I have a life outside of watching you hit a ball over a net.”

Sukuna scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned lazily against the gym wall. “A life? What, you mean going home just to do the exact same thing you’d do if you stayed here? Reading your physics books?”

Your eye twitched. “That’s not the point. You know that.”

He smirked, stretching his arms overhead, the muscles in his shoulders flexing obnoxiously. “It kinda is, babe. No offense.”

The rhythmic sound of a volleyball bouncing against the polished court filled the empty gym. The night was quiet, save for the distant hum of cicadas outside and the occasional squeak of Sukuna’s shoes as he moved across the floor. 

You knew exactly where this was going. Because it always went this way. You, attempting to leave. Sukuna, refusing to let you. It was routine at this point.

And you stay anyway, opening up your bag and taking your books and reading. And then taking his bag and then laying down on the benches, resting your head as you wait for him to finish. 

You wanted to change that today.

At least you hope you can change it.

Your boyfriend is way too good at being clingy.

“I need to study, you know that.” you tried again, hands on your hips.

“So study here.” He shrugged. “You do it all the time.”

“I want to eat.”

“There’s snacks in my bag.” He huffs, taking the ball in his hand once again. “I got your favorites from the store.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And what if I want actual food?”

“Then we’ll go after practice.”

“Are you—”

“Yes, I’m paying.” He confirms to you, not even looking at you. “Why do you think I have a part time job?”

You inhaled sharply, weighing your options. On one hand, you could still leave. You could be strong for once and walk out that door like a free person.

On the other hand…It was true that you’d just end up studying at home anyway. And eating wasn’t really an issue since you’d just steal whatever food was within arm’s reach.

And if you were really being honest with yourself, staying meant spending just a little more time with him.…Not that you’d ever admit that out loud. And not that he would admit that as easily either. It was just the way it was for people as prideful as you both.

You sighed dramatically. “You are so needy.”

Sukuna grinned, already knowing he won. “You call me needy for wanting you here and yet, here you are. Not leaving.”

You shot him a glare but walked back to your usual spot on the gym bench anyway, pulling out your notes with a huff. You take his bag and pull it closer to you. You unzip it as carefully as you could, as to not look desperate, and take out the snacks he packed for you.

Sukuna laughed, turning back to the court. “You look cute when you pretend to be mad, babe.”

You picked up one of the balls and launched it at his head.

He dodges it really well, diving down onto the floor.

He snickers, looking at you with those mischievous eyes.

“You’re really helping me practice here, if anything, manager-san.”

“Get to practice before I actually leave, dumbass.”

And with that, he did, all the while he was grinning like an idiot the whole time. Meanwhile you then continued to slouch by the sidelines, legs stretched out in front of you, your back resting against the cool wall. You flipped another page of your physics book, fixing your reading glasses. You let out a yawn. 

“I forgot you got reading glasses.” Your boyfriend whispers, as he stops to put away some of the balls blocking his way. 

You didn’t bother looking up, lazily flipping to the next page of your textbook. “Well, yeah. I don’t wear them all the time.”

Sukuna huffed, rolling a volleyball toward the cart with his foot. “Still weird seeing you in them.”

You arched a brow, adjusting them on the bridge of your nose. “Why? I think I look distinguished.”

“More like a nerd, babe.” he teased, walking past you to grab another ball.

You sighed dramatically, stretching your arms over your head. “Oh no, my boyfriend just called me a nerd. However will I recover from this devastating insult?”

Sukuna snorted, shooting you an amused look before getting back to practice. You returned to your book, the familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking and volleyballs hitting the floor filling the gym. The rhythmic thuds had become comforting at this point. It was a background noise you had grown so used to that silence would probably feel weird without it.

At some point, Sukuna jogged past you again, stopping just long enough to flick your glasses up your nose with his finger. You swatted at his hand. “Stop that.”

He smirked. “What? I think they’re cute now.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

He chuckled, going back to his drills, and you returned to your book, settling in for another night of studying while your ridiculously competitive boyfriend spiked volleyballs like his life depended on it.

"Do you ever think about the future?" you asked absentmindedly, setting aside your book. You lift your head watching as Sukuna spun the ball in his hands.

He scoffed, tossing it up lazily before catching it again. "What, like college and boring adult stuff?"

"Yeah, that. Or, I dunno… where we’ll be years from now." You say, putting away your reading glasses.

Sukuna’s smirk didn’t falter, but he paused just slightly, his fingers gripping the ball. "You mean whether I’ll go pro and become filthy rich while you settle for some dull-ass office job?"

You rolled your eyes. "That’s not what I meant, dumbass. I mean… what kind of lives we’ll lead. What kind of people we’ll become."

There was a beat of silence as he let your words settle. Then, as if dismissing any weight they carried, he sighed dramatically. "Ugh, don’t get all sentimental on me now, babe."

You huffed, throwing a stray piece of tape from the floor at him. "I’m serious, my love."

And for once, he looked at you. Really looked at you. Not with that usual cocky glint in his eyes, but with something more unreadable, more… thoughtful. But just as quickly as it came, the expression disappeared, replaced by a lopsided grin.

Without another word, Sukuna tossed the ball high into the air, stepped forward, and sent it flying over the net with a sharp, resounding spike. The force of it sent a slight gust of air your way, and as the ball slammed into the opposite court, he finally spoke.

"Well, I plan to marry you."

The words landed just as hard as the ball did.

Your breath hitched, your mind momentarily blank.

Your mouth opened, no words escaping from it.

"What?" You finally said, after a little while. “Are you serious?”

He turned, walking over to retrieve the ball as if he hadn’t just shattered the casual flow of the night. "You heard me."

You stared, trying to process the casual, almost nonchalant way he had just dropped that on you. "You can’t just—what the hell, my love? What do I say about that?"

He chuckled, tossing the ball up once before catching it again. "What? Not the answer you were expecting?"

"You—you don’t just say something like that after a spike!"

"Why not?" He smirked, tilting his head. "Figured I’d let you know my future plans, since you were so curious."

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you refused to let him see how flustered you were. Instead, you scoffed, crossing your arms. "You’re insane."

"And you’re stuck with me, you know that." he shot back, that grin never leaving his face. “I mean come on, babe. We’ve been together, what? Four years at this point?”

There was something about the way he said it. It was not just a teasing remark to him, but something firmer, something certain. It sent warmth creeping up your neck, and you hated how much his words lingered. You felt your face become insanely warm, red even as his words marinated even further.

“It’s a forever thing for me, babe.”

“You’re so—”

“Love you too, babe.” He grinned at you. 

Your boyfriend Sukuna turned back to his practice, as if the conversation was already over. But for you… you knew this night would be playing in your mind for a long, long time. It was like every other new information from your physics book escaped your mind instantaneously. 

The weight of Sukuna’s words still clung to the air, thick and undeniable. You tried to ignore the way your heart pounded, the way his declaration had knocked the breath from your lungs, but it was impossible. Your lips pursed into a tight line, still red in the face.

"You're insane," you muttered, shaking your head.

Sukuna only chuckled, tossing the ball up and catching it lazily. "Yeah? And?"

You exhaled sharply, standing up and stretching your arms, trying to regain some sense of normalcy. "You don’t just go around telling people you’re going to marry them out of nowhere."

His smirk widened. "I didn’t say people, though. I said you. It’s only going to be you."

You huffed, crossing your arms. You were pouting at this point. And Sukuna just found that too cute. "Oh, well, my mistake. That makes it so much better."

Sukuna spun the ball on his finger, his sharp eyes glinting mischievously. "Tell you what, babe." he started, voice laced with amusement. "Let’s make it a bet."

Your brows furrowed, wary. "...What kind of bet?"

He let the ball drop to the floor and stepped closer, standing just a little too close, his presence all-consuming. "I win a gold medal in the Olympics." His voice was smooth, deliberate. "And when I do, you’ll marry me."

You blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

You stared at him, waiting for the punchline, the moment he’d burst out laughing and tell you he was messing with you. But he didn’t. His expression was unreadable, teasing but also impossibly serious.

"Ryomen Sukuna, do you even hear yourself?" You threw your hands up. "Winning a medal in the Olympics is not some casual thing you can just—"

“Hey, hey. My name is my love, we will correct that right now.” He cuts in almost too smoothly. “And second, it’s not going to just be a medal. It’s going to be a gold medal. And first try!”

Your jaw dropped. "Gold?"

"Go big or go home, right?" He tilted his head, looking far too amused by your reaction.

You scoffed, still trying to process how utterly ridiculous this conversation had become. "You do realize how insanely hard it is to even qualify for the Olympics, let alone win?"

He shrugged, completely unfazed. "Yeah. So?"

You rubbed your temples. "You really think you can pull that off?"

"I know I can." he said simply. “I’m amazing. There’s no denying that, especially right now. But in the future? I know I’ll be a beast.”

And the thing is, you do believe him. You believe in everything he does, in everything he is. Ryomen Sukuna isn’t just some overconfident athlete running his mouth. You know that his words aren’t just meaningless bravado thrown into the air for the sake of arrogance. 

No, everything he says, everything he sets his mind to, he backs up with raw, undeniable talent and relentless hard work. He’s never been the type to say things he doesn’t mean. If Sukuna said he was going to win, he was going to win. If he said he was going to be the best, he would make it happen.

And if he said he was going to marry you, it's not just words.

It’s his promise, one that he plans to fulfill no matter what.

Well, you didn’t stand a chance against that will, did you?

His confidence wasn’t just arrogance. You know that much. It was the kind of unwavering certainty that could only belong to someone who was born to be great. The kind of person who wasn’t just meant to exist but to leave a mark so deep on the world that people would still be talking about him years down the line.

He was the type of person who set his sights on the impossible and made it real. That’s why, even when he said something absurd, something reckless and unbelievable…..You still believed him. Because he was Ryomen Sukuna. And Ryomen Sukuna never lost.

But still, it was the Olympics. 

It was still something that was so far away.

Things could change from all that time.

"You’re making this sound like a joke, aren’t you?" you muttered, more to yourself than him.

He scoffed. "I don’t joke about things I actually want. You would know that best, babe."

Your breath caught. He was right about that. And you knew it. But there was something about the way he said it. There was no teasing lilt, no cocky edge. Just raw certainty. Just raw confidence. Endless bravado, endless affection. You could see it in his eyes.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to focus. "Fine, fine." you said, crossing your arms. "If….and that’s a huge if—you actually win gold, I’ll consider it."

Sukuna smirked. "Not good enough for me."

You rolled your eyes. "I’m not just gonna say yes to marrying you based on a bet."

"Then say yes because it’s me." He whispers to you, his eyes warmed with tender love. Tender love just for you. “Say yes because you love him.

Your heart skipped a beat.

The heat on your face triples.

Damn him, damn his smooth words.

He must’ve noticed the way you faltered because his grin widened. "C’mon, babe. Don’t be so serious about it, huh?" he coaxed. "Where’s your sense of fun?"

"This isn’t fun, it’s absolutely crazy." you shot back.

"And yet, you still haven’t said no."

You hated that he had a point, and hated how he knew you so well. He grins as you, watching your pout grow even more prevalent. You glared at him, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. 

"Fine." you relented, sighing heavily. "If somehow, you actually win an Olympic gold medal, then I’ll marry you, Ryomen Sukuna."

Sukuna’s smirk deepened, victorious. "Good. Promise sealed. No backing out now, okay?"

"But don’t get cocky!" you warned, pointing a finger at him. "It’s not gonna be easy, and I highly doubt—"

"You might as well start planning the wedding now, babe." he cut in, already walking back to his side of the court. “I mean, it’s going to happen no matter what.”

You groaned, sinking back onto the bleachers, head in your hands. What the hell did you just agree to? Why did it feel like a bad deal on your part? You sighed as you fixed your position, springing up from your slump. 

You really should have read the fine print before agreeing to this. Maybe ask your boyfriend to make a contract about this. Because now, as Sukuna continued spiking balls with that obnoxiously smug grin on his face, you found yourself staring at the court, your mind spiraling into an entirely new crisis.

“Wait, wait.” Your eyes narrowed. “What if you end up winning in the Olympics when you’re 18 or 19?”

Sukuna paused, ball in hand, and turned to you with a slow, knowing smirk. “Well, babe….” he said, spinning the ball lazily on his finger. “You know what happens.”

Your stomach dropped. “No. Ryomen Sukuna!”

“Yes.” He whistles back to you. “And that’s not my name, you know that.”

“Sukuna, that’s way too soon—”

“Too bad! You already agreed!” He pointed at you accusingly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “That’s a verbal contract, sweetheart. Legally binding!”

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. “Oh my god.”

Sukuna just chuckled, tossing the ball up and catching it effortlessly. “Not my fault you underestimated me.”

Your head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “Oh, I underestimated you? You’re the one planning an Olympic medal-to-marriage speedrun!”

He shrugged, unfazed. “And?”

You gaped at him. “And!? My love, that is just…..You—You’re seriously okay with getting married as a teenager?”

“I mean, yeah. I was ready to bet my life on you when we were even younger. Why not?” He cocked his head, looking at you like you were the crazy one. “If I win early, I win early. Not my problem.”

“It is your problem!” You waved your hands around in exasperation. “You’d be legally stuck with me at a stupidly young age! What if you regret it? What if I regret it? What if we get sick of each other?”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “Babe, I’ve been dealing with you for years. If I was gonna get sick of you, it would’ve happened already.”

You sputtered. “Dealing with me?! Excuse you! I should be the one questioning whether I want to deal with you for the rest of my life!”

He grinned, walking toward you with slow, confident strides. “Then don’t agree to stupid bets.”

You pointed a finger at him, almost so childishly. “You tricked me into this!”

He leaned down, resting his hands on the bench on either side of you, caging you in. “I didn’t trick you, babe.” he murmured, tilting his head. “I just made sure you didn’t say no.”

You blinked up at him, cheeks heating. Damn it. This was so unfair. How was he effortlessly cool and stupidly attractive even when talking about something as ridiculous as marrying you as a teenager? Sukuna smirked knowingly, clearly enjoying your flustered silence.

You swallowed, gathering yourself. “Still, my love….” you muttered, looking away. “You don’t even know when you’ll win.”

“Maybe so.” he admitted, standing up straight again. “But I will win. And when I do, you better have your dress ready.”

You stared at him, completely exasperated. “Oh my god, I hate you.”

He grinned. “Love you too, fiancée.”

You grabbed your physics book and whacked him with it.

Unfortunately, that didn’t wipe the smug look off his face.

If anything, the grin just grew wider than ever before.

YOU ENDED UP IN LOS ANGELES 2028, YOUR BOYFRIEND ON THE COURT IN HIS JAPAN TEAM UNIFORM. The deafening roar of the stadium echoed around you, a symphony of cheers and chants, many cameras echoing into a hail of flashes, and the pounding bass of the match music.

Bright lights shone down on the Olympic volleyball court, illuminating the players lined up for the final set. Each one a figure carved out of sweat, grit, and years of relentless training. But out of all of them, your eyes locked onto just one.

Vice Captain Gojo Satoru stood in the center of Japan’s national team, his white hair slightly damp with sweat, his uniform clinging to his lean frame. Even from the stands, you could see the cocky smirk tugging at his lips, his ever-present arrogance radiating off of him like a damn spotlight.

His blue eyes, sharp and glittering under the stadium lights, flickered toward Captain Ryomen Sukuna. Sukuna stood tall at the net, his scarlet eyes narrowing as he rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath his jersey. There was no smirk on his lips, no taunts thrown across the court like Gojo was clearly ready to dish out. 

No, Sukuna was locked in. Focused, deadly, hungry. And across from him, standing with equal intensity, was the French National Volleyball Team.It was an even match, a battle of the titans, an Olympic final that had already left the world breathless.

Outside Hitter Megumi Fushiguro took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling steadily despite the sweat dripping down his face. He had been playing a hell of a game, his spikes cutting through the French team’s defenses like a blade. But there was no denying the exhaustion creeping into his stance, no matter how fiercely he tried to shake it off.

Middle Blocker Itadori Yuuji moved forward, cracking his knuckles as he bounced on his feet, a grin still plastered on his face despite the pressure. His energy was boundless, as always, but you knew he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

This was it.

The final set.

One more for the win.

One more push, one more kill, one more moment of sheer brilliance. And they would either walk away with gold, or with the regret of coming so close and falling just short. You swallowed, hands gripping your knees as you leaned forward in your seat, barely aware of how tightly you were clenching your fists.

And then, in the middle of the tension, Gojo Satoru couldn’t help but grin. “Hey, Captain!”

“Huh? What do you want, Gojo?”

"Don’t choke, Captain!" he teased, just loud enough for you to hear over the roaring crowd.

Sukuna didn’t even blink. He just smirked, the look in his eyes dark and dangerous. "Just make sure you’re still standing when I spike the last point over your head."

The referee blew the whistle.

The ball was tossed into the air.

And the final set began.

Down on the bleachers, everyone was just holding their breath. Including you, who was just tense. Quantum Physicist Geto Suguru was sitting way too comfortably in their VIP seats, arms crossed, expression unreadable as he lazily popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth. He looks at you, offering you a snack. But you couldn’t help but shake your head.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, not even looking at you.

You huffed. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Because, isn’t this quite a moment?” Geto drawled, turning to face you. “Your fiancé is one point away from winning an Olympic gold medal.”

You glared at him. “He’s not my fiancé.”

He smirked. “He might as well be at this point. How long has Sukuna been bragging about it?”

“He still has to win the medal, you know.”

“Well, just one more set here, senpai.” Geto’s purple eyes echoed mischief. “You’ll see then.”

Beside Geto, your heart was pounding so hard you swore it was trying to break free from your chest. And through all the roaring cheers, the flashing cameras, and the tension thick enough to choke you—Sukuna’s voice echoed in your head, as clear as if he was sitting right next to you.

"If I win a gold medal in the Olympics, you have to marry me."

You could still hear the smugness dripping from his voice. The absolute certainty behind his words, as if he had never once considered the possibility of losing.

At the time, you had laughed. You had rolled your eyes, told him he was being ridiculous, brushed it off as just another one of his arrogant declarations.

But here you were, sitting front and center, watching the final match of the Olympics unfold right in front of you. And because the universe loved to mess with you, your boyfriend was about to win a gold medal. 

Suguru nudged you, his voice low and far too amused for the situation. “If you run now, I’ll cover for you.”

You scoffed, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “That’s tempting.”

Before he could respond, the stadium’s announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, shaking the very air around you. “Japan is at match point!”

The crowd roared, the energy in the arena reaching its peak. You watched as the opposing team served the ball, the rally hitting fast and aggressive. The players diving, blocking, setting, all fighting for the final point. Then, like clockwork, you saw it.

The perfect setup. You hadn’t seen anything like it. The ball went up, and just like you knew he would, Sukuna moved fast and jumped, soaring higher than anyone else on the court. His body twisted midair, his form effortless, his presence commanding. And then, it happened.

CRASH.

The ball slammed onto the opposing team’s side with terrifying precision. The whistle blew. The crowd exploded. Japan had won. After waiting for so long, there was finally a win for the country. And Sukuna led it.

Geto Suguru went up and started to cheer out loud.

But you just sat there. You had lost the bet once and for all.

The stadium was chaotic. Cameras flashed, confetti rained down, and the entire team tackled Sukuna in celebration. Geto stretched his arms behind his head, grinning. “Welp. That’s that.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I’m going to throw myself off this balcony.”

“I’d pay to see that, senpai.” 

You kicked his leg. “You’re so annoying.”

Suguru let out a low whistle, leaning back in his seat like he was watching the most entertaining drama of the decade. “Well….” he mused, smirking. “Guess I should start looking for wedding gifts.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Shut up, Geto Suguru.”

He patted your back, mock sympathy lacing his voice. “You really should’ve negotiated better terms.”

You sighed. You really should have. “Don’t rub it in.”

“Oh, senpai, on the contrary—I’m just telling you when you can tell yourself that with the future of time travel.”

You kicked his leg again. 

He just laughed at your response.

You purse your lips into a flat line.

Your entire soul had left your body.

The crowd was still screaming and celebrating, the commentators were probably losing their minds on live television, and yet none of it mattered right now. Primarily because Ryomen Sukuna was coming straight for you.

He cut through the chaos like a man on a mission, stepping over confetti and shoving past reporters with the kind of single-minded determination that should have terrified you.

He ignored his teammates still caught in their celebration, ignored Gojo, who was literally trying to climb him like an overexcited golden retriever, and ignored the cameras tracking his every move. 

Because all he cared about right now was you. 

Suguru, still lounging next to you like he wasn’t witnessing your impending doom, let out a thoughtful hum. “Y’know, this would be a really good time to run, senpai.”

The medal ceremony happened about twenty minutes later, but honestly? 

You could barely process the repercussions of all of this.

You still could not handle the fact that the bet was lost.  

The stadium was still in chaos, electric with the high of victory. The Japanese national team stood in a sharp line on the podium, sweat still glistening on their skin, their jerseys slightly wrinkled from the celebration. The gold medals around their necks shone under the stadium lights, reflecting the sheer magnitude of their win.

Sukuna stood front and center, because of course he did. He looked completely in his element, standing there with his arms crossed, his uniform slightly loose around his broad shoulders. His scarlet eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and undeniable smugness. 

The smirk tugging at his lips practically screamed, Yeah, I won. And yeah, I know exactly what that means.

Your stomach dropped.

Because you knew what it meant, too.

Your fate has been sealed with the win.

Twenty minutes. That’s how long you had to process the reality of your situation. That’s how long you had to sit there in the stands, listening to Geto’s barely contained cackling beside you while he kept glancing between you and Sukuna like this was the best entertainment he’d seen in years.

And, because the universe hated you, the moment the ceremony ended, Sukuna moved. Your breath hitched as he walked off the podium, cutting through the crowd like a man on a mission. People were cheering, cameras were still flashing, but none of it mattered because he was heading straight for you.

Oh, no. You knew that look. The second his scarlet eyes locked onto yours, something deep in your gut twisted. He’s not letting you get away, not right now. Not when his life long dreams came true at the same time.

“Well…..” Geto sighed beside you, stretching out his arms like he had all the time in the world. “Guess this is it for you.”

You glared at him. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

He grinned. “Oh, I am. That’s why I’m enjoying this.”

Before you could respond, Sukuna reached the barrier separating the court from the stands. The crowd reacted immediately, voices rising in curiosity, in anticipation because this….This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t something athletes did after winning a gold medal. 

And yet, Sukuna didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the top of the barrier and vaulted over it. Like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t a damn obstacle at all. The gasps were instant, reporters scrambling to follow, the stadium cameras swerving to capture the moment.

“Oh my god, what the fuck?” you whispered, panic rising in your throat. “He’s coming.”

Geto, utterly unbothered, nodded sagely. “Yeah, I’d start running now.”

Your body froze in your seat, unable to move at all. Because Ryomen Sukuna was scaling the stands with ridiculous ease, weaving past rows of spectators, his eyes never leaving yours. Your pulse skyrocketed almost instantly. 

You gritted your teeth. “If I run, do you think he’ll chase me?”

Suguru snorted. “Oh, absolutely. And then he’ll catch you. Man’s an Olympian now.”

Your heart was pounding against your chest. Because he was right. You were so doomed. Then, before you could even react, Ryomen Sukuna vaulted over the barrier like it was nothing. You gasped at that, mouthing him to be careful with a panicked look.

Security barely had time to register what was happening before he leapt onto the stands, scaling them with ridiculous ease. People gasped and pointed, cameras flashed like fireworks, but you barely processed it because he was getting closer.

Suguru let out a low whistle. “Damn. He’s really coming for you.”

You shot him a glare. “You think?”

And all of a sudden, Sukuna was there. Still slightly out of breath, sweat-drenched, and absolutely radiating victory, he loomed over you with an expression that was both smug and dangerous.

Your body is locked up. For a moment, neither of you said anything. He twirled the Olympic gold medal between his fingers and smirked down at you.

“So, babe….” he drawled with a grin on his face. “Do you wanna pick the wedding venue, or should I?”

Suguru made a choking sound beside you. “Oh, my god.”

You froze in your place, still staring at him. Every neuron in your brain short-circuited. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be serious. You never expected this moment to happen whatsoever. He urges you to take the medal. But then you nearly fell on the side.

“Woah, careful there, babe.”

“My love, I….This is….”Your voice was barely above a whisper, your hands gripping the edge of your seat. “We are literally in a stadium. The cameras are still on you—”

“And?” he shrugged, smug as ever. “A deal’s a deal, babe. Verbal agreements matter too, you know.”

You wanted to die at this moment.

You were so red and flustered.

Suguru, meanwhile, was thriving.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed, oh my god.” he sighed dreamily, already reaching for his phone. “I need to record this for future generations.”

You smacked his arm. “Suguru, I swear to god—”

Sukuna crouched in front of you, his eyes gleaming with something softer beneath all that cocky bravado. He dangled the gold medal in front of you, letting the gold glint under the bright stadium lights. “You remember our deal, don’t you?”

Your breath caught. Because of course you did. He had said it years ago. So easily, so confidently, like he had already decided how your future would go.

"If I win a gold medal in the Olympics, you have to marry me." He smiled at you, so warmly, so full of love. “And that’s happened now…..So….”

At the time, you had laughed. Brushed it off. 

Thought, there’s no way that would happen just yet.

But here you were, sitting front and center—and he had won.

On his first try, nonetheless. 

You exhaled sharply. “I hate you.”

He laughed, that deep, victorious laugh of his. “Nah. You love me.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand tenderly with a wide happy grin on his face. Your breath hitched as he placed the medal in your palm, his fingers brushing against yours, warm and solid. 

“Hold onto that for me, babe.” he murmured, voice dipping into something dangerously tender.

Your stomach flipped. “What?”

He reached into his pocket.

And your entire existence imploded.

Because between his fingers was a ring.

Not just any ring. It was stupidly elegant, clearly custom-made, and so undeniably you that it knocked the air from your lungs. The band was sleek and sophisticated, refined yet unassuming. It was something you could wear every day without it getting in the way. But the real kick? The centerpiece.

A gemstone, deep and endless, like the cosmos itself.

It wasn’t a traditional diamond. Of course it wasn’t.

Because Ryomen Sukuna knew you all too well.

You didn’t do anything ordinary, and he knew that.

No, what sat on that band was a star sapphire. It was a deep, burning ruby red, almost black under certain lights, with a radiant six-rayed star shimmering across its surface. A star captured in stone. Your own piece of the universe. And somehow, it was functional too. Because, of course, he thought of that.

The design was subtle, but you recognized it immediately. The band had fine etchings, equations so minuscule they were nearly invisible. But you knew them. Orbital mechanics, gravitational constants, the formulae you used daily in your astrophysics work.

Your throat closed up. “My love, you are so…..”

You felt Geto go still beside you, all traces of laughter gone. The crowd noise faded into a dull hum, the stadium, the cameras, the flashing lights.

All of it blurred into the background. Because Sukuna had designed this for you. Not just a ring. It was a promise. A piece of your entire world. Your world now interwoven into his, for all your lives.

Your vision blurred, overwhelming emotion just taking over you at this moment. You swallowed thickly, lips parting, but no words came out. Sukuna, smirking but softer than you’d ever seen him, twirled the ring between his fingers. 

“I figured you’d want something practical.” he murmured, voice lower now, quieter, like this moment was just for you. “Can’t have you taking it off every time you work.”

You stared at him, stared at the ring, at the undeniable thought put into every detail. Your hands trembled. He noticed, he always does. Smirk widening, because of course he noticed—he reached for your hand, effortlessly lacing his fingers through yours.

“Babe.” he teased, his voice so infuriatingly smug. “Are you crying?”

You sucked in a sharp breath, heart slamming against your ribs. 

“No.” you mouthed, obviously lying.

Geto snorted. “You absolutely are.”

You kicked him once again.

But your gaze never left Sukuna.Your stupid, cocky, unstoppable lover. Your future husband. A laugh, one which was helpless and disbelieving and overwhelmingly in love, escaped your lips almost instantaneously.

“I hate you so much.” you whispered.

His grip on your hand tightened, his smirk turning into something so devastatingly fond. “No, you don’t.” he murmured.

And ugh.

You really didn’t.

You never will.

You love him too much.

Sukuna, so unbothered, tilted his head. “Well? I’m cramping here, babe.”

Your entire soul felt like it had left your body. This wasn’t happening. There was no way this was actually happening. But it was. Because of course it was.

You forced yourself to look back at him. Slowly, hesitantly. And there he was right in front of you, hopeful, tenderly. Lovingly. He continued to wait there, patiently. 

Like he already knew your answer. 

Like he had always known.

Like he had never doubted it.

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. You groaned softly, dropping your head into your hands, as if shielding yourself from the sheer magnitude of this moment would somehow make it less real.

(And of course, it didn’t.)

He just grinned back at you.

Smug. Triumphant. Unshakable.

Because this was his win. His victory lap. 

You inhaled sharply, hands trembling, throat tight. Your vision blurred, your breath hitched, and despite everything. This ridiculous bet, the years of teasing, the absurdity of this entire moment. It was then where you nodded.

The movement was small, almost imperceptible at first, but then you exhaled and did it again. Much firmer this time, the emotion swelling so overwhelmingly in your chest that it nearly knocked you over. And then, voice cracking, eyes glistening, you let that word come out.

“Yes.”

The world just exploded. The stadium erupted into chaos. Cheers, screams, a deafening roar of noise as people realized what had just happened.

Confetti still rained from above like rain drops falling down, camera flashes went in wild abandon, and somewhere in the distance, Geto whooped so loudly you were sure he’d lose his voice tomorrow.

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t move. For a moment, he just looked at you, really looked at you. Like he was memorizing the way you said it, the way you looked at him when you did. He grinned. Bigger. Wilder. Brighter.

Without hesitation, he reached for your hand, your trembling hand, and slid the ring onto your finger, firm and decisive. Like it had always belonged there. Like you had always belonged to him.

Then, with zero shame and zero warning, Ryomen Sukuna grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you right into his arms. Into him. Into home. Into this crazy little thing called love.

“I love you.” You whispered to him. “So so much.”

He smiled at you, pulling you even closer. “I love you too.”

epilogue

You had spent years earning your place among some of the brightest minds in astrophysics. Late nights spent poring over research, heated debates about black holes and dark matter, and an almost unholy amount of coffee had gotten you here. 

You had co-authored the many papers that go through these doors, papers which pushed the boundaries of human understanding, worked on groundbreaking discoveries, and stood at the forefront of space exploration here in the office.

But, of course, that’s not always what goes on in the office.

Sometimes, it was pure chaos that comes and goes.

And today, unsurprisingly, was one of those days.

“So when’s the wedding, Mrs. Olympic Champion?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples as your lab partner, Hana, grinned at you from across the break room. “Not you too, Hana.” you muttered, slumping into your chair.

“Are you kidding?” Hana leaned forward, her mischievous smile widening. “Our very own genius astrophysicist is engaged to the Ryomen Sukuna—Olympic gold medalist, international volleyball star, walking menace and not to mention, hot? Of course I’m going to be all over this.”

A few of your other colleagues perked up at that, their heads turning toward you. Kenji snickers. “Wait, are we talking about senpai’s engagement right now?” 

You shake your head as you take a sip of your coffee. “Guys, seriously. This is not a big deal.”

“Oh, right!” one of the postdocs, Ren, chimed in. “I saw the proposal clip online. He really did it right there in the stadium, huh?”

“International and domestic television, no less!” another added, whistling. “That’s insane.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I hate all of you.”

Hana ignored you, her eyes glinting with amusement. “So, how does it feel knowing that your fiancé made the entire world witnessed your suffering?”

“Like I lost a bet I didn’t know I agreed to.” you grumbled.

Ren snorted. “Well, to be fair, you did agree to it.”

“I was a teenager!”

“Yeah, but he won, didn’t he?”

You groaned, dropping your forehead onto your desk as laughter erupted around you. “I hate all of you.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be shy, senpai!” one of your colleagues, Haruki, teased, leaning against your desk with a knowing smirk. “You’re engaged to Japan’s golden boy. Quite literally. The whole world knows.”

“Yeah.” Kenji chimed in, pushing his glasses up his nose. “You’ve been on, like, every news site. And Twitter. And TikTok. You’re basically an international event at this point.”

You peeked up from your desk, groaning. “I didn’t ask for it to be a national event.”

Hana gasped dramatically, gripping your wrist to examine the ring Sukuna had so proudly placed on your finger. “Okay, but look at this rock.” 

“It’s a beautiful rock, yes.”

She turned your hand from side to side, making the light catch on the diamond. “You could blind someone with this thing.”

Kenji whistled. “He really spent a lot of money on this, didn’t he? This is an expensive sort of build. Didn’t you say that he went and got this specially made at a lab? Insane.”

“But it’s still blinding!” Haruki says from the other side of the room.

“I wish it would blind you with it!” you muttered, pulling your hand away as another round of laughter rippled through the office.

Kenji smirked. “Bet you’re regretting that ‘at least he’s rich’ comment now, huh?”

You froze at them. Your head snapped up. “How do you know about that?!”

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s everywhere.” Hana drawled, pulling out her phone and flipping it around to show a very viral clip of Sukuna’s post-win interview.

There he was. He was grinning like the smuggest man alive, draped in his gold medal, bragging about how you totally proposed to him first. You could feel how your soul left your body as you continued to go through these pictures.

Kenji snickered. “You are never living that down.”

You covered your face with your hands. “I hate him more than I hate you guys.”

“Aw, that’s cute.” Hana cooed. “Saying you hate your fiancé instead of saying you love him. You guys have such a colorful language of love!”

“Shut up—”

BANG.

The office door slammed open.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”

You didn’t even have to look.

Because there, standing in the doorway in all his Olympic glory, was none other than your personal menace—Ryomen Sukuna, standing ever so proudly as though knowing very well that he’s Japan’s volleyball hero and number one reason you were being relentlessly teased at work.

And judging by the absolute smirk on his face?

He knew exactly what he was doing.

You shake your head at him.

“My love.” you deadpanned. “What are you doing here?”

He waltzed in like he owned the place, sunglasses perched on his nose, hands shoved into his pockets, the picture of cocky confidence. “Visiting my fiancée, obviously.”

A chorus of gasps and ooohs followed.

You wanted to die almost instantly.

You will never live this down more than anything else.

Kenji leaned back in his chair, looking way too amused. “So it is true? You two have been together since high school?”

“Middle school, actually.” Sukuna shrugged, sauntering over to your desk. 

“How about the proposal?” Haruki comes around and asks. “Was that middle school too?”

“No, that was my last year of highschool. But I was always serious. She was just in denial about it ever happening.”

“But how about the post-win proposal?” Hana asked, a smile on her face.

“That was—”

You shot him a glare. “You ambushed me with a ring minutes after winning the Olympics.”

“And you still said yes, babe.” he said smugly, reaching out to tug your chair closer so you were practically against him. “Isn’t that the truth?”

Your colleagues were eating this up.

You could feel a headache coming on.

They’re going to be all too great friends here.

“God, this is better than TV, you guys!” Hana whispered.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “My love, I’m working.”

He grinned, clearly unbothered. “And I’m being a supportive fiancé.”

Kenji chuckled. “By interrupting her work?”

Sukuna shrugged. “Hey, I let her do her stuff about stars and galaxies and whatever science stuff she does all the time even when I was practicing and doing something else. I think I deserve some attention.”

“You get too much attention, if we’re being honest here.” you muttered.

He ignored you completely. “So, anyway, when are you guys throwing her an engagement party?”

Hana beamed. “Finally! Someone with real priorities!”

You gasped in betrayal. “Hana!”

Kenji smirked. “Honestly, it’s the least we can do for our future Olympic WAG.”

You froze. “What? What the fuck is that?”

Hana grinned. “You do know what that means, right?”

“Oh my god, don’t—”

“Wife And Girlfriend of an Athlete.” she said sweetly. “You’re officially a WAG now.”

You stared at her, mortified. “I have a PhD. I’m going to remain a doctor, thank you very much.”

Sukuna cackled. “And now you also have a husband—or you will soon.” He draped an arm around you, pressing a ridiculously loud kiss to your temple just to make things worse. “Though are we hyphenating our names or are you just taking mine?”

“Clearly hyphenating, I was the one who earned my degrees.” You pointed out to him and then your face scrunched. “Hold on, why are we talking about this right now?”

“Hey, it was a fair question, babe. Didn’t know it yet.”

“We could talk about that at home!”

Kenji snorted. “Guess we’ll have to change your office nameplate soon. Dr. WAG.”

Hana wiped a fake tear from her eye. “Dr. WAG sounds so powerful.”

Haruki, the ever-opportunist, grinned as he leaned lazily against your desk. “I’m sure the director would be more than willing to pitch in for that. Maybe even make it gold-plated, in honor of our Olympic champion.”

You groaned, dropping your head onto your desk again. “I hate all of you.”

Sukuna, who was enjoying this way too much, smirked and tugged your chair closer, effortlessly wrapping his arms around you from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder, his voice a teasing purr.

“Aw, babe, don’t worry.” he cooed, ever the menace. “At least I’m rich.”

You whipped around to glare at him, but he was already grinning down at you, looking so damn pleased with himself. And then, he winked. Winked hard and charming. Like he was the smoothest man alive. You kicked him under the desk. Hard.

He hissed, jerking his leg away. “Oi—”

“Shut up, Ryomen.”

“Ugh—that ain’t my name! Say it properly!”

Hana gasped dramatically. “Marital conflict already?”

Kenji shook his head. “Tragic.”

Haruki sighed, pressing a hand to his chest. “And they were such a promising couple.”

You threw crumpled paper at them, earning a laugh from them. Sukuna, having recovered,  was laughing way too hard against your shoulder. And despite all the teasing, all the chaos, and the endless insufferable smugness that came with being engaged to him, you wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Kenji smirked. “So, Mrs. Olympic Champion, when’s the wedding?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know. Ask him.” 

“What about me?”

You jerked a thumb at Sukuna, who was still latched onto you like a koala. “When’s the wedding?”

Sukuna, ever unbothered, simply hummed. “Whenever she stops pretending she doesn’t want to marry me.”

Hana gasped. “Oh my God. You’re the one dragging your feet?”

You groaned. “I am not dragging my feet.”

“She’s in denial, still.” Sukuna stage-whispered to them, a teasing tone lacing his words. “But don’t worry, I’ll get her to the altar. One way or another.”

Kenji snorted. “Damn, you really did bag an Olympic gold medalist and a menace.”

Hana sighed wistfully. “Goals.”

Haruki grinned. “I give it two months before she caves.”

Sukuna smirked. “I’ll take that bet.”

You turned to him, incredulous. “Are you seriously betting on our wedding date?”

He grinned. “You know I love a good bet, babe.”

Hana leaned forward eagerly. “Okay, but what’s the wager?”

Sukuna thought for a moment. “If I win, she has to let me pick the honeymoon destination.”

Your eyes narrowed. “And if I win?”

His smirk widened. “Then you get to pretend you had a choice in marrying me.”

You kicked him under the desk again, mockingly smiling.

Hana, Kenji, and Haruki howled with laughter.

Sukuna winced but still looked entirely too pleased with himself.

This was what a happy marriage promises to look like. 

And you both could not be any happier about that.

[maripoorsa]

Within this context I want to ask anyone who sees this reblog to ask themselves what some things are that they feel Very Strongly about.

What are some things that you think are unacceptable no matter what. Make a small list of them.

They could be kinks, the way people should act at movies, it could be about manners, even job etiquette, or more in line with the post: something you thing is immoral with no excuse for the behavior/act.

Now consider that you're wrong.

Because the things fascists make you think and the way they make you think them are tied to your own principles as OP outlined above. Im sure there are many things that you believe you are right about because to think otherwise would be immoral. Right?

Like sex scenes, certain kinks, and dark romance.

So now ask yourself how open you would be to hearing out the other side in good faith. Would you even be willing to listen?

Your ability to learn and hear new ideas is what ultimately will separate you from the fascists.

So how much would your own passion and desire to do the right thing stop you from considering the other side?

And if you can't see yourself being open to that sort of thing, then the fascist propaganda has worked.

Because guess who else isn't open to being wrong? Guess who else would rather shut down an argument, silence their opponents, and even harm people who don't believe the same things they do? Guess who else thinks that anyone who disagrees with them is a moral failure? Guess who else thinks they know better than everyone else and wouldn't entertain the idea that what they believe could be wrong?

Fascists, yes.

And then they use that logic to say "well if you don't believe x is wrong like me then you deserve y."

And there have been many, many people throughout history who saw their fascist governments hurting people and enabled it by saying things like, "well, if Those People didn't x then they wouldny be treated like y. They should just stop x behavior."

And you know what that does? Places all blame of fascism onto its victims while at the same time enforcing fascist norms onto society.

Fascists are masters of turning people against groups they see as unwanted for that very reason. They get the public to do most of the finger wagging then, once they manufactured enough supoort using propaganda, they start passing fascist law.

They tie Black people to crime, Trans people to perverts, Jewish ppl to greed, migrants to job theft, gays to godlessness, the disabled to bad dna, etc. All of these groups are blamed for the inequality of the True Countrymen.

So if you

Struggle to accept being wrong

Struggle to accept new ideas of right/wrong

Struggle to change your own idea of right/wrong

Struggle to accept when you're (part of) the problem

Have a tendency to blame cruelty on victims rather than it's perpetrators or enablers

Have a group of people you are disgusted by and would struggle to see in another light

Think people who are, in your opinion, living incorrectly or immorally deserve bad things to happen to them

You are traveling down a dangerous pipeline.

This is your sign to turn back.

Fascism rarely ever actually sneaks up on a government. As a few people above stated, they've been raising alarms for a while and were called every name in the book. I have too. So have a lot of people I know.

Think back to this last election, heated as it was. How often did you see people shut down criticisms of democrats? More specifically, how often did you see people justifying fascist acts and law in the name of their own security? How malicious did you see those people get? How often did they harass anyone who disagrees with them?

Do you know who else saw it? Do you know who else saw even the bluest of liberals justify genocide as long it kept them safe? Do you know who else saw them harass poc who wouldn't enthusiastically elect someone they saw as the Right choice?

Fascists.

it's true and you should say it.

[fixated-cookies]

im kinda thinkin about.... hypnosis and smilk.... smth abt the process specifically of taking over and invading your mind.. slowly giving into it even if youre resisting the effects its having on your mind, its inevitable that he'll win and you'll succumb to his control and influence over you... your mind may be foggy, but it's so perfectly empty and moldable now... what were you doing again? do you even care?

smth about being unable to look away from his eyes once he starts it; even if you look away, something will draw you back, and it gets stronger as it goes on... at first, you can physically turn away (though you'll get dragged back by some invisible force), but eventually you cant even rip your heard away from his gaze. smth about it being unable to be stopped by anyone other than himself once he starts it... no matter how far from you he is (as long as he's well... in sightline)

honestly you can like. think abt this in any context you want . i just.... really like the concept of hypnosis with him..... its captivating to me (hah) .... sorry for the essay in your inbox damn

Anon the reason why this was rotting in my askbox for so long was because I needed to give it justice hahaha, hypnosis is totally in character for someone like shadow milk cookie, and I love it.

WARNING- slight yandere, hypnosis

Hmm, I'm wondering how it would start, he would obviously make it a game, maybe a game of truth or dare, hm? Just a little bit of lollygagging to get rid of his boredom.

So, when he asked— “Truth or Dare?”—

You made the horrible mistake of choosing dare.

His grin widened, all teeth.“Ohhh, you’re feeling bold tonight! How delightful! Now, let’s see…” He tapped a finger against his chin, pretending to think. You should have been nervous. You should have backed out. But you didn’t.

I dare you… to look into my eyes and not look away.”

Simple, right?

You almost laughed. Thats its? Thats all?

"Ah-ah, don’t look so relieved~! There’s a catch, of course. You must hold my gaze until I say you can look away. Break eye contact, and you lose."

You scoffed. What was he playing at? You weren’t afraid of a staring contest. Getting into position you held yourself steady as he looked overly excited.

For a while, it felt like a normal challenge. You stared, he stared, and time stretched between you both. But then… something changed. The air felt thicker. Your body heavier. You blinked once. It felt like it took longer than it should have to open your eyes again. You swallowed. Something felt off.

Your limbs felt distant like you weren’t quite inside your body anymore. You tried to look away—But your head wouldn’t move. "I...I-" "Tsk, tsk… You’re not trying to look away, are you? Ohh, but I can see that dazed look in your eyes already… how precious!" He started to scoot closer. Not fast. Not abrupt. No, he took his time, savoring the way your body twitched ever so slightly. How your breath caught, your fingers tightening into trembling fists against the floor. Your head refused to move. Your body felt so distant, like a marionette with cut strings, a doll that could only watch as its puppeteer inched nearer.

Your vision wavered, the edges blurring as if reality itself was losing focus. His eyes were all you could see. How could this happen? you were so sure he didn't have...any malicious...intent—huh...? What was going on...?—No, you hadn’t! You had to resist, you had to—"Mmm, that’s a good look on you… so unfocused, so lost…" He suddenly interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked, but the action felt slow, heavy, like your body was moving through water. You knew—somewhere, deep down—that this was wrong. That you should snap out of it. But… that was so difficult. Thinking was… so hard. Your lips parted, but no words came out. Only a quiet, dazed sigh.

Shadow Milk Cookie smiled, only for it to falter as your eyesight ripped away from him violently, a frustrated groan escaping you as you squeezed your eyes shut out of defiance. "Oh? You still have some fight left in you?" His voice slithered through the air, a mocking lilt woven into his amusement. How predictable. How pathetic. Impossibly close now, his presence, looming, suffocating—but when his hands cupped your cheeks, you knew there was no escape. His palms were cool, but his grip was unyielding.

"Really now, I thought you were smarter than this." His thumbs trailed lower, brushing over your lips with featherlight strokes. "Oh, my dear, sweet fool…" His voice dipped into a breathy murmur, mismatched eyes drinking in every flicker of your resolve. "...I wonder... how long will that last?"

His grip on your cheeks tightened—just enough for his thumbs to press against your skin, coaxing you, urging you—until your lashes fluttered. A sliver of light slipped through.

And the moment your gaze met his—

The air in your lungs vanished. And oh, how he grinned.

"Mmm… there it is."

His voice was nothing but a purr, smooth and saccharine as he drank in your struggle. His grip softened, shifting to cradle your face so delicately—as if he hadn’t just crushed your resistance in the palm of his hand.

"Much easier when you don’t fight, isn’t it?"

His thumbs stroked your cheeks, his tone mocking, indulgent—but there was something darker beneath it. "Go on, little puppet…" His breath ghosted over your lips as his mismatched eyes pulled you deeper, deeper, deeper. "Be good for me, yeah?" He murmurs lowly Before you could even process it, his lips were on yours—slow, deliberate, consuming. A kiss meant to unravel, to claim. His fingers pressed gently into your skin, holding you there, grounding you— or perhaps, chaining you.

And when he finally pulled away, he didn’t need to command you to look at him this time.

Because you already were.

A single finger tapped lightly against your forehead as if to mock the emptiness settling in. His victory.

"See? Much better when you don’t think."

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you guys, rate my hypnosis writing I need it!! These ideas are just sooo juicy.

[cheriladycl01]

Summer Fruits - Carlos Sainz x Reader

Plot: Picking berries in a field with Carlos Sainz in the summer in your prettiest sundress.

"Come on Carlos, its such a nice day today!" you say to your boyfriend Carlos who was lazing about on the sofa while you had the wide doors open to the back garden so the warm summer breeze could come through the room.

"I'm just so tired after last weekend though, we should just stay here and cuddle all day" he grins pulling you closer into him as he hugs you tightly.

"Carlosssss please! I wanna go out and do something!" you complain as he smushes your face against his making you grumble before it turns into a laugh.

"See your perfectly content here mi amor, why do we have to leave?" he asks sitting up with you falling onto his lap.

"Because i want to go out to a farm and pick fruit in a cute dress and have a picnic with you and talk about how well you've been doing in Williams and how im so proud of you!" you grin at him, you were beyond proud of him.

"Okay, well maybe we should go get dressed if were going for this ... fruit picking?" he asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Mmmmm i was researching this place where they give you a basket and you can pick as much as you can fill the basket with" you smile and he cocks his head to the side.

"How on earth does that work?" he asks in shock.

"What do you mean?" you frown.

"People could bring in tubs and hoard more if they wanted to, thats no way to run an effective business!" he offers looking horrified at the idea.

"Mmmm well they have a no bags policy so it would be hard to sleep out with a tub yano?" you smile and he thinks for a second.

"If i owened my burger pancake shop i wouldn't run it like that ... with the promise of potentially stolen produce!" he exclaims.

"Oh come on, I'm already dressed so ill make the picnic and then you can get out of ... whatever this current get up is" you suggest looking at his Nike basketball shorts and scrumpled up team top.

"Okay okay, ill wear a nice shirt and shorts hows that?" he asks hands in the air in defence.

"Perfect, off you pop!" you say lightly tapping his cheek as you get off him and smoothly guide into the kitchen your sundress swaying as you do.

"Have i ever told you how beautiful you look in these dresses" he whispers into your ear as he comes up behind you.

"Carlos!! Go get ready!" You giggle as you try to flick him away from opening up the tassle that ties up the top of the dress.

"Fine fine!" he sulks before going up the stairs.

You craft the picnic making little salad and vegetable boxes. Taking cupcakes and cookies from the pantry that you'd baked earlier on in the week when Carlos had been at the Williams Factory with Alex prepping after last race.

You add some juice and champagne just for good measure as Carlos comes running down the stairs looking the the mirror pushing back his hair.

"Ready?" you ask him and he nods taking the basket off you a hand going to your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"Yes, im guessing im driving?" he smiles and you nod, you never liked driving unless it was when Carlos was tired after a long weekend of racing but other than that you remained passenger princess.

You guys drove to the location in his car, this one was perfect for a summers drive, a convertible Audi that just felt right on the roads you were curving round.

The breeze was nice, taking away the impact of the sun for now.

Once you got to the farm, you could see it was pretty busy making you grab Carlos' hand.

"And this is why i like to stay in" he teases and you lightly slap his shoulder.

"Come on, i think we pay and get baskets over there" you grin and pull Carlos along as you walk up to the stand that had a number of wicker baskets and a little old lady behind the counter of the wooden shack handing them out and taking payments.

"Hiya can we just have one basket please?" you ask politely. You pay for the basket despite Carlos arguing that he would and could pay for it, which you knew yet decided to ignore.

You guys walk through seeing some kids running through a corn maze before going straight to the open grass field where loads of other couples and families were gathered with lunches they'd brought with them.

Carlos lays the blanket down, before laying down on his back patting the place next to him.

You guys just cuddle and talk for a little bit watching the fluffy clouds go past and discussing the shapes of each that were of a notable sort.

"Lets eat, im hungry!" you say, sitting up and grabbing the basket and decanting all the food you'd brought.

"Wow you brought a feast!" he grins, going straight in for a carrot stick and houmous. He takes notice of the mini sandwiches excitedly not knowing what to eat next.

"Such a treat mi amor!" he grins and you chuckle.

"Yet YOU complained!" you grin handing him a glass of orange juice mixed with the champagne you'd brought.

"Mmmmm, yeah im glad you convinced me. Its a really nice day!" he claims and you can only laugh agreeing with him. The picnic finishes up once all the foods done and Carlos shakes out the blanket making sure no mud or grass is stuck on the base. He folds it up with your help, which he kept arguing wasn't helpful.

He takes the basket in one hand with the blanket under his arm and your hand in the other as you guys him closer to the open fruit field. You guided him through a row of strawberries showing him what you found and asked him which ones you should choose.

"These look the best colour" he points at some smaller red ones which you grinned at. The smaller ones always taste better and you held it up to him.

"Looks good, but only take the higher up ones yes?" he says and you laugh, finding it funny how serious he looked right now.

"Ohhh look there some blackberries over there! We can get fresh ones for your nutritionist to make you that compote with the oats that you like. She'll be chuffed with that!" you mumble off leaving Carlos to run after you now also holding the fruit picking basket.

"Slow down, mi amor have you even got all the strawberries you'd like?" he asks trying to keep up with you.

"Mmmmm, maybe but we can come back for more if not!" you grin taking a look at the blackberries before pulling a few ripe ones that caught your eye.

"These look perfect don't ya think?" you grin showing him the stem you'd just plucked off.

"Mmmmm as perfect as you" he grins cheesily making you shake youd head, tapping him on the chest as you lean up to kiss him. He kisses back despite the amount he's holding.

"I love you" he sighs with a shake of his head.

"Come on omg they have Raspberries" you cry grabbng his arm once again, leaving Carlos to shake his head.

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[manmuncher777]

How the jjk men would react to an aphrodisiac

Toji -

Being brutally honest, I love a dom man. But I think he would get a little subby. Being such a brat because you forget to tell him about the special chocolates you had bought and now hes been fucking aching for you all day. Then you had the audacity o be at work for the whole day.

“Fuck baby, gonna kill me” the giant of a man was basically whimpering beneath you, splayed out on your couch like a slut while you rode him half to death. Hips slamming down brutally against his thick thighs with all your might, doing your best to get him off.

Your slick now dripping all over his thighs as you rode him, your thighs burning and arms aching but you never slowed.

Toji could do nothing but take it, he had been thinking about this all day. And it was so much better than he imagined it rendered him almost paralysed. Forearm flung over his eyes as he grits his teeth as the feeling of your sloppy cunt swallowing him over and over again, your position allowing his bulbous tip to kiss your cervix. Stretching yourself over his thick cock. It’s like his sense were multiplied, usually he would bent you over and fucked into you until you were a drooling mess. But this time he was the drooling mess, as soon as you sunk down onto him he knew it was endgame

Hearing your big strong boyfriend whimper beneath you turned you on far more than you thought, each movement you made dead set on pulling the most pathetic noise from him.

“S-shit~ haa~” he hissed out at a particularly cruel squeeze of your pussy.

Oh how he wished he could watch you, your flushed face staring at him, tits bouncing with each grind of your hips, but he knew the second he stared into those glossy eyes he would be done for.

“What wrong baby?”You questioned, slowing your movements to teasing drags.

“F-fuck you doll.” He gritted out, hips pathetically bucking into yours trying to chase his pleasure

“Awh im trying baby.” You giggled

Shit that was music to his ears, he never usually lets you lead. But hes thinking he might have to from now on

After hes fucked you for payback however

Nanami -

Oh hes fucking insatiable. I mean hes already obsessed woth you enough as it is. Now imagine that tenfold. So its kind of freak you out when you come home from work to find him sat in your living room, glass of whisky in hand, tie undone, disheveled hair. And a devious look in his eyes

“Come on darling, show me how deep I am” he drawls with a Cheshire Cat like grin on his face. Gripping one of you hands and dragging it down to your stomach. Where he was clearly bulging through you poor little pussy. You did your best in your fuck out state to move his huge hands, bringing it down on the bulge. Only for him to press on it gently, watching the way your eyes lolled into the back of you head, mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

“Oh there? Is that the spot my love?” He questioned, cruel really as he knew you could hardly form the words to answer.

Sure you had seen Nanami feral before but it was nothing like this, nothing as raw and filthy as this. The way his eyes trained on you, never leaving. Watching you like prey, knowing you had no way of escape. His hand every now and then moving to the side that he had place his whisky, taking a sip before turning his attention back to you. Only this time he brought his mouth to yours, transferring the Smokey liquid into your mouth with a sloppy kiss, licking the trail it leaves as it spills from the corner of your mouth.

“Ken~” the sultry action pulling his name from your mouth in a broken whine. His cock fucking you deeper and deeper into the couch with every thrust, dragging through your velvety walls in a way that had his knuckles goin white with how hard the were gripping the cushions

“Oh- fuck say it again baby”

Suguru - (fucking father of all my kids, love of my life, underrated king)

He’s so fucking cruel with it, I mean you cant blame him, you left those chocolates out without sating a word, and then are too busy to pick up your phone all day when all he wanted to hear was your voice while he fucked his fist. So of course hes going to have to teach you a lesson

Hot tears stream down your face, ruining the makeup you had spent so long on that morning. You had just got in from seeing a friend, rushing because of all the missed calls. But instead of coming home to an emergency, you came home to Suguru fucking his hand on your shared bed, before pouncing on you, stripping you down and bending you over the bed.

“That’s it baby, cry for me” he gritted out to you, huge hands coming down to encase you wrists in his grip, using them as leverage to fuck you harder and harder. The slap of skin against skin echoing in the room, slightly masked by your screams of pleasure.

And you did exactly that, pouring tears into your bedsheets, smearing your mascara into the material. His hips snapped so savagely into yours, relishing in the feeling of your thighs trembling

“Sugu~ fuck fuck fuck” his name left your lips so sweetly it almost made him want to show some mercy. Almost.

His hips bucking into yours, fuelled by the sound of your pathetic whines.

“Oh no, not sugu for you tonight sweetheart, thats reserved for good girls” Groaning at he pummels deeper into you, struggling to get his words out as you clench so tightly around him. Getting even more distracted as he watched himself enter you, the way your thighs glisten with your own arousal, the noise your pussy makes as he takes a hand and swipes his digits through your folds

“It’s Suguru to you- fuckin tease”

A scream left you, muffled by the duvet you head was getting buried into. Nodding your head as you accept everything he was giving you.

“Yes Suguru.”

“Oh baby, now you want to play nice? Breaking my heart sweets” he leans down to whisper against the shell of your ear

“Cus im not done with your punishment yet”

Gojo -

Hi - pathetic whimpery mess, thats all - send tweet

“Shit baby, been thinking about this all day” hot breath tickles your ear from the shuddering man. He was fucking wrecked, skin sticky with sweat as he eagerly thrusts into from behind, muscular body hulked over, pressed into your back as he struggles to support himself, his hips moving as if they had a mind of their own, chasing yet another orgasm. “Been thinking about you.” He rambles, eyes squeezed shut as he fucks you, one of his thick arms wrapped around your torso, stopping your escape from his brutal thrusts. “Been thinking about this pretty little pussy” and you can hear the need in his voice, the pitchy whine that leaves him with every word. Silent pleas not to stop. His thick cock stretching you over him, so deep you could hardly speak. Your one choice being to listen to him as he talks to you. Words flowing from him with little thought. His only focus being how well you were taking him

“F-fuck, please let me cum inside” he stutters, a pathetic whisper in your ear. His pretty leaking tip mashing against your g-spot as he spoke, begging.

He never slowed, slamming into you over and over again, unable to stop himself. You werent sure how many times he made you cum already, you werent sure how many times he had cum now. But you couldn’t find it in you to care, hearing him so pathetic and whiny getting you wetter and wetter by the second.

“‘Toru~” You gasped as one of his hands dove sown to your clit, rubbing fast circles on the swollen bud. Legs quivering which each movement of his fingers

“B-baby, you cant ca— fuck- cant call me that.” He shudders against your, eyes rolling back into his skull as he replays the way you said that little nickname of his

“Toru..” you purposely repeat, only to be met by hard thrusts and a deep groan from behind.

One…. Two… three

“Fuck”

A warm sensation filling your belly as he shoots ropes of hot cum deep inside, over and over until he was shaking from the pleasure. Not pulling out before starting his pace again.

“Need more sweets.”

[idekkkjja]

u should sooo do a bully Giselle x reader fic but like it’s not for me duh🙇‍♀️

Belong to me,,🫀⋆ ࣪.

۶ৎ Chapped bruises painted all over your aching body, maroon trickling down from the barely opened pores and your lungs clutching onto the oxygen painfully. The state, as she boasts about so proudly to brainwashed others, claiming an ownership on your very soul. Restricted to nothing but dreadful days of facing her unpredictability at school.

Heads-up: English not my first language so there’s gonna be mistakes, please correct me on them! Very very toxic, read it if you want to. Violence obviously, blood involved, and cursing. Small mentions of masturbation, and this it went downhill at the end wtf.. plus this isn’t proofreaded (for now!) and there’s smut at the end but guys im still new to it please it’s not great at all. And Giselle is just so.. 🤤🤤🤤 can’t resist for her to be a lil crazy.

(I can do headcanons for this Giselle if yall want btw or whatever)

一 Numb to the pain coursing throughout your unfortunate body, a toy to her wrath and pleasure twisted into ‘love’ she softly whispers in private; the pain soothed by the ruined lipstick as she plasters them all over, a physical embodiment of bandages that you plead for.

Hidden beneath the thin layers yet discreetly transparent of your wrinkled uniform, you fixed your collar briefly and continued strolling with the unsynchronised crowds in the cramped hallways. Shoved against others’ unsuspecting selves, you let out a muffled grunt in annoyance and forcefully strode amidst them, rarely determined to get to your safe space.

Away from everyone, away from them.

Cursing under your breath, you slid in the opened doors, into a library reversed for tranquil stillness, with an exception of the old pages of books scraping against each other in a calming rhythm. Most don’t bother giving a visit in the school’s library, it was far too empty despite your friends’ pity attempt to fill up the space. (You only had 3).

But you prefer it like this, fewer people meaning no anxiety knotting painfully in your stomach, a nagging voice alarming you that what they could do to you if given the chance.

Less of a problem now, in the past, others have tried to make you their mocking punching bag. However, it flew right back at their face because of Giselle who forbade anybody else to lay a finger on you or comment anything malicious about you.

Somebody daring to talk shit about you behind your (scarred) back? They better get ready for their nudes to be posted on a porn website if they didn’t get on their knees to you.

Somebody ‘accidentally’ bumping a little too hard against your shoulder? Next day, an inconvenience occurred leading to their shoulder being dislocated.

Somebody flirting with you openly or secretly? Either way, Giselle would find out. And when she does, there’s no point wondering why the person doesn’t dare to glance your way anymore.

Alone on the circular tables at the back, effectively distancing yourself physically as much as you can from everyone, your eyes stared at the repetitive letters on the wrinkled papers—your mind completely elsewhere.

Dried bruises pigmented on your skin, last night aching brutally that dreams had no distraction available to you. Peeling them off wasn’t an option today; too fresh, too raw, relating to your feelings very much for someone.

It was complex, a lengthy puzzle impossible to entangle within months and months on end, and the prize wasn’t worth the struggle. You weren’t obvious with it, those feelings were reduced to nothing but filth used at sleepless nights to get you off.

You were dirty, a very dirty slut behind those ridiculously thick-frame glasses aching your poor, reddish ears, the shy interior. Not in the way of being a slut outside school, no, unsurprisingly you were a humble (that's what you always say to your friends) virgin. Desperately enough, the used toys and such messily arranged in the back of your closet says otherwise.

Who could blame you? Being attention deprived did wonders to a person!

Foolishly so, even in instances where Giselle shoves you roughly around, manhandles you, or beats you up for sick entertainment—you did get turned on.

Subconsciously in stress, you scratched your hair, the messy thin strands fell loose on your forehead. Getting off your chair, you lazily slacked your bag on your shoulder and limped out, leaving the book hanging behind, forgotten because of your racing thoughts.

It was lunch, a time where everybody adores, prays for it to come nearby: but it was different for you, very different. Frantically, your eyes searched across the crowds full of familiar yet blurry faces to recognise where your friends lay by, you couldn't find any sign of them.

With a heavy, defeated suspire, hanging by your lips, you dragged yourself to go on a search for them.

Cafeteria, checked.

Nearly all of the extended and endless halls of the school, checked.

Some of the classrooms, checked.

Needless to say, you were exhausted, your knees buckling slightly.

Then, the highlight of your miserable days shone in the spotlight; Giselle. And her loyal sidekicks. Acting upon your impulse, you sharply turned to the opposite direction, praying to the skies that she would not spot you.

"Ah, my bitch's here, hm?" Your day could not get any worse.

Defences—the paper-thin walls constructed carefully around you—were ripped apart cruelly by that girl the second fate destined the two of you. It was the unfortunate inevitable, bound to occur almost daily: it’s either she beats you up to the ground, leaving week-lasting bruises on every surface of your skin or an entertaining prank orchestrated mainly by her lackeys to humiliate you for days or even years.

So, you had nothing. Nothing. Teachers? They simply did not care except if it involves their beloved salary, and Giselle’s father funding the school made matters worse.

Fair play wasn’t your thing.

Your parents? No point, they were worse themselves, ignoring you completely and belittling every single thing you utter or do.

Both home and school weren’t comforting. You had nowhere to go to, no real solitary.

Slowly, your eyes met with hers, awaiting a response provoked by her taunting.

You couldn’t say anything; you wanted to, to break this vicious cycle of this pathetic life you’re tied to—the will had no benefits to you, no defending could help, no slim chance. Too much disadvantages, you knew that, everybody knew.

Without waiting any further, her hand clamped onto your wrist, yanking you closer; her hot breath ghosting your ear teasingly. “You’re being a mute little thing now today, aren’t you? How sad.” She whispered breathlessly, her thumb pressing against your pulse within the visible veins displaying on your wrist like the roots to your heart.

“I don’t know,” you murmured meekly, shrinking yourself by your stiff demeanour.

Giselle only smiled in response, grinning, her teeth showing. Usually smiles are a sign of happiness, one’s smile would be used to bring positivity to the other they’re showing to.

But her’s—they were terrifying, the opposite, a bad sign.

“I know why you’re so quiet, out of guilt, right?” Her nails dug deep in your skin, awakening new crimson lines. She was subtle in her words in public, playing with confusing riddles that an English teacher cannot decipher fully, so how could you?

You were confused.

What did you do wrong this time?

“You know what you did.” Insisting roughly; she tugged on your wrist to emphasise her point yet it didn’t serve its purpose, overwhelming you instead.

To sobs.

Tears involuntarily pricked in your eyes, you didn’t want to cry, you didn’t know why you were crying now. It would create no sympathy for you, just mockery.

“You’re crying out of guilt now, aren’t you?” Unfazed by the teary display, Giselle stared, unblinking with the eerie smile remaining.

She didn’t glance at anybody else, staring only, seeing you break apart so satisfyingly in front of her brought a twisted pleasure tugging her insides.

Travelling down to your hand, her hand embraced it tightly, too tightly that your complexion paled from before. “Don’t follow me,” Giselle chirped at the other girls—her lackeys who watched giggling and not intervening nor protesting, simply abiding her actions. Subtly agreeing, wishing that they were her.

Everybody wishes they’re Giselle.

Through the hallways, she dragged you, letting you tumble forward in sync with her footsteps as she found a secluded area: nobody around to witness what she will do.

Inside, she ushers you inside and slams the door shut, the sound booming in the tight space signalling your devastating fate. Her smile was long gone, being replaced by an empty calm washing over her relaxed features, a contrast to her actions when she shoved you down to the dusty floor where you belonged.

“You’re guilty, tell me what you’re guilty of.” A small gasp choked out of your clenched throat when her hand found your cheeks, squeezing it and muffling your noises.

You don’t know what you’re guilty of.

“Giselle, I-I don’t know.” You repeated yourself from earlier, affirming how clueless you really are.

Disappointed, she let out a low tsk and threw your head against the floor, unconcerned by your state as always. Her posture straightened, she stared you down, continuing the prolonged and agonising eye contact as her shoe presses down your neck, nuzzling against your windpipe letting the air turn into a privilege instead of a basic necessity.

“I’ve heard you’re dating someone.” Finally, Giselle states the information she sucked out of someone forcefully from a week ago roughly; it has been nagging her for days now.

You? With someone else? Cannot be in her eyes.

“Are you dating someone? If so, you better fuckin’ tell me.” A defeated cry responded instinctively, her shoe crushing a little harder now making it impossible to mutter a no.

Noticing ever so slightly, she decided for once not to let her fury control her actions so she drew her shoe away before kicking your neck a little at the new mark blooming.

“No… no,” you chanted desperately, as if trying to convince yourself rather Giselle.

Doubt flickered in her eyes, she stilled. “If you dare to lie to me, especially about this, I’ll break your neck.” Shouting was much preferred than her blurting the threat with no visible emotion lacing her hoarse voice.

She crouched down, caressing your hair and letting her long fingers entangle in your messy locks. “Did it hurt?” Obviously, the pain burned cruelly.

Pain always reminded you of Giselle.

No response, she expected it and gently tilted your head to meet her eyes again. God, she would never admit it—but she adored your eyes, too much even so. Specifically if glazed with restrained tears because of her.

“Whoever made that little rumour about you… will pay, it made me so angry when I found out. You didn’t reply to my calls or messages when you were away from school for a week. A week. You can’t blame me for thinking the worst.” Giselle ranted on, her hands cupping your rosey, warm cheeks due to the flu still lingering within you.

Scoffing, she looked away gingerly. “Don’t do that again, you… you made me so worr- mad.”

“I wouldn’t.” Reassurance from you was all she needed, her body eases into relief and her knees fell to the ground.

Her lips slowly brushed against yours for comfort, melting into your broken body as she held you up as if she was your saviour arriving at the scene of rescue.

Even if she was the villain all along.

Hesitantly, she pulled away, her forehead touching yours. “Let me do all the work, maybe making up for being a little mean from earlier, hm?” You tensed, this was your first time being so close to a sexual contact with an individual.

You were a loser, an inexperienced clumsy loser. “I-I, I’m a virgin, Giselle.” Embarrassingly you confessed and she didn’t seem bothered.

She was excited, the possessive monster provoked by the mere fact you were untouched before her.

“Can I be your first, please?” This was the first time ever she uttered those words, and it was to ask for your virginity.

You had to say yes, it was Giselle! After all those long sleepless nights shamelessly moaning her name when you neared an orgasm, you could experience her true touch.

“Yes, yes, yes please.” Babbling out so desperately, your voice cracked amidst the pleading.

Giselle glanced around, she shifted herself closer, her body covering yours and pressed her finger against your lips. “Be quiet baby.”

Unprovoked, she kissed you again and slipped her hand underneath your shirt, the coldness of it made you shiver as her fingers trailed up to your breast and massaged teasingly slow.

Trailing down mouth-opened kisses against your jaw, she nipped on your neck and collarbones and sucked hard creating hickeys, branding you as hers. The soft moans eliciting from your parted lips caused some unrecognisable emotions stirring in her, she clasped her palm on your lips, effectively silencing you.

“Today, I’m going to pleasure you.” She breathed out shakily, her hands ripping through your leggings revealing your soaking underwear where she shoved it aside to see her prize.

Humming approvingly, she grinned at the sight and traced her fingers on your leaking cunt, rubbing circles on it with her thumb making you adorably squeak and jolt in surprise.

“Shh, it might hurt at first… but you endured worse, didn’t you y/n?” Whispers of bittersweet reassurance stuck by your side temporarily as her slender, cold finger slid inside you quite easily because of how wet you were.

A startled moan echoed through the storage room, she pressed her free hand harder to suppress the upcoming more.

“Quiet, quiet.. be quiet for me, wouldn’t you, baby?” The use of the rare nickname usually reserved for taunting you had another side to it, the side that let your thighs tremble.

Fascinated, admiration seeped through her tone with her gaze fixated deeply onto you—like how deep her finger was in you, letting the pace go slow (for now) to let you be comfortable with the sudden intrusion.

“Another finger, you can handle another one for me, okay?” Giselle snuck in one more, her dreamy eyes silently forcing you to keep an eye contact with her despite how dazed you were, how unbearable the burning sensation was.

You could barely do this.

“Just like that, baby.. take me, take my fingers.” She practically moaned in your ear, mimicking yours, wishing to use a strap instead on you. Not caring if you were an inexperienced loser.

“Mhf.. Giselle…” you attempted to coordinate words together, managing to say her name at the end.

It turned her on more if that was possible.

Jamming in and out a little more roughly; she savoured your muffled gasps and moans, the way your chest heaves in struggle, and the way it was because of her. Your uncontrollably tremulous hands sought solace, your nails clawing her back as your leg sprawled wide for easier access.

“Just like that baby, take me like this..” she breathes out, inching closer and closer to the pending orgasm she was so eager to witness.

When your back arched, your clenched pussy convulsing around her fingers, black dots scattering in your blurry vision from tears welling up, Giselle hastily removed her hand and swallowed your cries in a rough and sloppy kiss when white liquid trickled down her hands.

“Mhm, good girl. You’re my pretty good girl,” she patted you, breathless by the whole encounter when you’re not even recovering and cleaned her fingers up by sucking it, enjoying the new taste.

“Yes..” out of it, you simply complied. Like always.

Pleased, Giselle nodded, fixing your clothes and tugging your skirt down. “I’ll bring you a new pair from my locker, one second.” She stood up, dropping her blazer on you to cover what was hers and opened the door carefully before exiting quietly.

You don’t know what you got yourself into.

[revelboo]

Im just… over and over again rereading the Rung one you wrote…. Like.. the sheer distrust. I feel that on a bone deep level. "No one’s that nice without an ulterior motive" GOD. I've learned that too well. I just... I gotta hold that one in my teeth and knaw. I hope maybe Rung can get some more love sometime? (Also lord I hope Everything is Alright hits ao3 lmao Tumblr is dogwater for navigating)

Yeah, his human doesn’t trust any kindness

Everything is Alright is on AO3, I’m just terrible about remembering to update there

Anything For You Pt 4

Rung x Reader

• “Here we go. Energon for me, nutrient rations and water for you.” Pretending to be asleep with the blanket over your head, you hear him vent softly. Probably not buying the act, but you’re not sure you can force yourself to choke down another of those dry bars. You’d tried dipping it in your water, but it had come apart and become an even less appealing, gritty slurry. “You have to refuel even if you don’t like them,” he adds, placing a servo on your blanket and sliding it off of you. And you’re not winning this round of tug of war as he gentle tugs the blanket away.

• “Humans eat, we don’t refuel,” you mutter, staring at the what the aliens generously call food. And he’s smiling at you, expression almost indulgent like he thinks you correcting him is cute instead of annoying. There’s a nearly overwhelming urge to throw the bar at his head, but you’ve tried that before and it doesn’t seem to phase him at all. He just takes whatever abuse you throw his way in stride, that smile firmly in place. Just keeps trying and trying to run him off just makes you feel guilty. Like being mean to a puppy.

• “Right you are,” he says as you scowl up at him. So prickly and mistrusting. And he’s gone from curious about why you’re that way, to obsessed over the short time he’s had you in his care. Needs to unravel your secrets, get you to open up to him so he can help you. “I can always try to ask Ratchet to augment the flavors, but we don’t perceive taste like you do from what I understand.” Those eyes narrow as you lean to grab the bar and pick it apart with your fingers. Knows he has to keep an optic on you because you’re not above pretending to eat and hiding the things when you think he’s not looking.

• “Don’t bother.” Odds are good he’ll somehow make these things taste worse. Aware that he’s watching you like a hawk, there’s no choice but to eat the gritty thing. As much as you’d like to refuse, it’s not worth starving since it’s nasty, dirt bars or nothing. It’s not like he actually cares about you, it’d probably just look bad if you keel over in his care. That must be it. Keeping you alive is about saving face, he doesn’t actually care.

• “We don’t have to be enemies, you know,” he says with a frown. “I really do want to help you.” And your eyes narrow at him, instantly suspicious. He’d give anything to know what’s going on in that head of yours. Because he’s almost positive you’ve been hurt before to be this wary of him. Of everyone. “I’m not going to push, but if you’d like to talk to me, I’m here.” Rolling your eyes, you eat your ration bar. But at least you didn’t throw it at him this time. It’s progress.

Previous

[heartsongss]

three. we heroes.

masterlist.

a/n: guys im putting up a poll soon for the love interest because its a bit of a Choice and I want ppl to like it so watch out for that gang

One week later, you find yourself catching the train into Gotham. It’s 6:30, and the train is surprisingly packed for the time. You figure that even in Gotham, where rent is permanently cheap, people need to make a living. Insurance, and all that.

You chew on your nail, eyes watching the entrances and exits everytime the bus stops, but no monsters climb on, staring at you hungrily. Just more humans, blissfully unaware of the horrors hidden even further into Gotham’s heart. Would they run in fear, horrified by the odd contortations of monster flesh? Or would they accept it. Gotham is the home of human monsters, after all.

What is an empousai to Bane? What is a hellhound, all angry and drooling blood, to Killer Croc? Nothing. It's just another beast out for their blood.

The bus hitches to a final stop and you get off, near the heart of Gotham. Camp owns an apartment they use as their Gotham home base. You’ll start the Cull here and end it there, too. You wonder when your family will arrive. You know that they found out last night, as you watched through the windows as they climbed into a Camp van.

You were in bed by the time they got home, carefully ignoring the sound of them entering the house. Distantly, you could hear their whispers. Not the full things, only small snippets of conversation that relate to you.

“...(Y/N)...”

“It doesn’t….”

“...Weak!...”

You fell asleep to their thoughtlessly cruel words that night, and you made sure to be out far earlier than they’d be up waiting for you, intent on spending as much time away from them as you can. Hopefully, the Cull will save you from them. Maybe they’ll forget about you all over again, letting you fade into the background again, nothing more than the normal one.

You open the door of the apartment complex, hurrying through the halls and into the elevator. You press the button for the fourth floor, watching blankly as you pass the prior numbers. It’s all so close, now. In just a few hours, you’ll be fighting for your life. All of Gotham will be asleep, ignorant to the real monsters in their home city.

You’ll protect them all.

From block to block, borough to borough, you’ll keep them all safe. The elevator stops, and to step out to walk to the apartment door. You fiddle with your keys, unlocking the door and sliding in. There’s a few dim lights scattered about, illuminating eleven figures.

Katie Gardner, Travis Stoll, June Woods, Clarisse La Rue, Mary Leblanc, Will Solace, Lucy Black, and Jamie.

Your eyes widen at the sight of your friend. You had no idea that he’d be here today! He smiles tiredly at you, doing a two finger salute in a greeting. Smiling at him, you go and sit by his side. Clarisse stands just as you sit, looking out at you all.

“As you know, some of the Justice League will be involved in this year’s culling. We’ve supplied them with Celestial Bronze weapons, and Lady Hekate pulled the mist from their eyes. We’ll be working in groups of six. Three Demigods, three heroes.”

You nod, fiddling with your bracelet. You’ve named it doron, for gift. It was the first thing you ever got from your mother, and your most cherished. It’ll protect you well, tonight. You look to Clarisse, raising your hand.

She points to you, silently telling you to ask your question.

“Who’s working with who?”

“I was getting to that.” She says, deadpan.

You scowl at her, chewing on her lip.

“Katie, June, and I will be with the Flash, Wonder Woman, and Superboy. Travis, Mary, and Lucy will be with Batman, Wondergirl, and Red Hood-” You sigh in relief, “And (Y/N), Will, and Jamie will be with Superman, Impulse, and Nightwing.”

Fuck. Fucking shit. You try not to let the panic show on your face, reaching out to clutch at Jamie’s hand. He squeezes it reassuringly, tapping his foot in a panicked beat.

Clarisse barrels on, uncaring, “We’ll meet at eight today and get everything in place. Ensure they understand we’re doing it our way, never theirs.”

She takes it personally, you can tell. Something must have happened during the discussions. You don’t care much, though, a bit distracted of being on a team with your older brother. Your eyes flick to the clock. It’s seven. One more hour before you’re face to face with your family, walking them through the yearly massacre held in Gotham.

You’re so fucked.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Wonder Woman is leading them through a recap. Discussing do’s and don’ts, how they differ from baseline humans. She’s particularly focused on Bruce, who’d made the mistake of condemning the demigods who had killed.

He said they were cruel, and that nothing - even winning those wars - warranted so much death on their part. He said they should be jailed.

Clarisse, Dick thinks her name was, was royally pissed. She had turned on him, eyes wild, and spat, “Do you have it in you to lock up your own child?

The room had gone silent. Clarisse, breathing heavily, stared hin down and said, “(Y/N) did the most damage out of all of us. They fought for their survival. For our survival. You want to persecute them for that?”

Bruce hadn’t been able to answer. Mostly because Clarisse had been led out of the room and hadn’t returned. That was when Wonder Woman had taken over, explaining (Y/N)’s ancestry. She admitted that Clarisse would have known more, and she’d try to get her to talk the next day, but she hadn’t been with Wonder Woman this morning, apparently with the demigods in charge of the Cull.

Wonder Woman was still talking, saying, “They’re unconventional. They’re used to fighting with what they have, so they’ll probably make use of their surroundings. Including you.”

Dick nods. Bruce, beside him, grunts. His hands are clenched, tightening in a rhythm. He’s stressed. They all are, really. They hadn’t thought (Y/N) was so… scarred. They hadn’t even noticed! The poor thing must have been so scared. They couldn’t go to their family for help with the monsters following them… They hadn’t even been to camp! What if they were homesick, those summers spent away?

He frowns. Jason bumps his shoulder, looking at him through his helmet. Jason had taken it hard. It was different, but he knew what it was like to fight. He knew what it was like to be so scared, but unable to do anything but face it. It’s horrifying. 

They can fix it. After all this, they can talk to (Y/N) and fix it all. They must be so tired! It’s okay, though. Because they can rest with the family. It’s okay.

Diana’s voice filters through his senses again, “We’ll be meeting them at their safehouse in half an hour. From there, we’ll help with their preparations. They’re setting up some seals to keep monsters in, and preparing the spell to put most humans to sleep. That will happen around… twelve? one? It takes them a while to prepare themselves.”

They approach the Zeta tubes. Diana pauses, looking out at them. Her eyes stop on Dick, Bruce, and Jason. A silent plead to stay calm, a silent message.

They are strong enough.

“You remember your groups? Good. Gods help us all.”

[halitis]

ive talked abt this before, so if this sounds familiar its because im basically just copy pasting parts of an old post of mine!

first of all. her entire fucking reasoning behind being fired adn therefore dying was just because the writers wanted tim back???!?,?! and they made bruce a fucking cunt to do so????? misogyny. plain and simple. SHE IS SUCH A COOL CHARACTER JESUS CHRIST.....

but to talk on her death and why she actually didnt get a memorial was established in a convention panel featuring bill willingham (one of the writers behind stephanie's death) and a fan asks after her death and the decision to kill her, and he has to open his fucking mouth and say the most OUTRAGEOUS shit

"i wanted to gun down those girls who kept asking about the [steph's] memorial case"

WHAT.....

i have no words. im gagged but NOT in a good way. like actually what the fuck! someone there says something about this, like 'hey thats actually insane what :D'

HE DOUBLES DOWN. he's like 'oh i just hate how WOMAN are so upset over this girls death! they are distracting from the actual cool things haha am i RIGHT men??'

..... NO???? I DONT ASSOCIATE WITH U.

anyway. insane. stephanie brown deserves and has been deserving better!

do you ever think about this panel from joker's last laugh and how steph never did get a memorial display case...... because i do. and it makes me violently ill

[wandaslittlelove]

Hi i saw your post about you wanting to write about lady d and i was wondering if you would consider my request. I understand if not.

Could you possibly do one with Lady d and reader trying to keep their relationship private because Lady d thinks that the girls don’t like reader and they don’t because they think r with hurt lady d and leave her and one day one of the maids tries to harm the girls and lady d was out in the village for something so wasn’t there and reader gets in the way of the maid and the girls to protect them and gets really badly hurt in the process and the girls don’t know what to to but bela takes charge and tries to stop the bleeding and right when lady d comes home she gets the wrong idea as she has just seen her lover on the floor and her daughter stood around her but them daniela says what happened and lady d helps to patch up r and then when r wakes up she’s surprised to see all of them there and bela and dani crying and when she wakes up they notice and rush to her to hug her and cassandra is in the corner of the room trying so hard not to cry and r asks what wrong and cass just breaks down in tears and runs to r and snuggles up to her. Thank you!

Blood and Tears

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader, Dimitrescu Daughters x Reader Warnings: Blood, Knife, blacking out

“I'll be back soon,” Alcina says as she picks up a small bag. You followed behind her as she made her way to the front doors of the castle. She was going to the village for matters unknown to you.

“I could come” you try again for the fifth time. Ever since she had told you she was going out you had begged her to let you come with. It had been forever since the both of you had some alone time since you were constantly trying to hide your relationship from the girls. WIth a laugh she rested her hand on your cheek.

“I will be back before sunset. Ill even bring you back something” You thought it over for a second. She would only be gone for a few hours and she said she’d bring you a gift. You lean into her hand, closing your eyes to take a moment to just feel her before nodding. After a second she pulls away and begins walking out the door. You watch her until she climbs into her carriage and then you turn to go back to your work.

The day was going smoothly as you spent your time cleaning and dusting. A smile on your face as you thought of your lady and what you both would do once the girls were asleep. Hiding your relationship from them wasn’t easy but Alcina thought it was necessary since the girls didn’t seem to like you much. She was thinking of ways to introduce your relationship to them without it going south but for now it was best to keep it under wraps.

As you're cleaning you round a corner and stop in your tracks at the scene in front of you. Standing in one of the smaller hallways was Cassandra standing in front of one of the maids. The maid was holding a large knife. The room was cold, preventing Cassandra from doing much to defend herself. Your eyes widen as the maid lifts the knife and without thinking you run in front of Cassandra to shield her. Time seemed to slow as the maid brought the knife down on your shoulder and you cried out at the pain. The maid looks at you with mouth wide open before she drops the knife and runs off. Falling onto your knees you clutch your shoulder as tears well up in your eyes. Behind you Cassandra stands quietly.

Your vision blurs and your ears ring as you hear more buzzing getting closer. Words are being exchanged but you can’t hear any of it. Suddenly a cloth is pressed onto your wound and you hiss. Looking up you see Bela crouch in front of you. Her mouth is pressed into a thin line as she tries to slow the bleeding. Behind her you see Casandra and Daniela looking on with worried faces.

“Girls im home” You can barely make out the sound of your lady as her steps grow closer to where the four of you are. You can see the way Daniela tenses slightly and feel as Bela presses a little harder onto your shoulder. Looking up you watch as Alcina rounds the corner and freezes as she sees the scene in front of her.

“Mother-” Cassandra starts but before she can say anything else Alcina is pushing past them to get to you. She kneels beside you pushing Bela over slightly. She lifts the cloth from your shoulder slightly and her eyes narrow as blood gushes out of the wound. “What have you done!” She yells at the girls and they stand in a small line as they squirm nervously.

“It wasn’t used! One of the maids did it! She tried to attack me but y/n stepped in front of me” Cassandra explains. Your vision starts fading and you reach out your good arm to grip onto your lady tightly. The blood loss was causing you to sweat and feel cold. With a gentleness that not many experience from her Aina lifts you into her arms. Just as she begins walking to her room your vision fades as you go limp in her arms.

You wake up hours later. The first thing you notice is the dual pain in your shoulder and the feeling of bandages on it as well as the hand holding your own. Opening your eyes you flinch at the light. Slowly blinking you look around the room. Alcina sits beside the bed. Her hand in yours as she smiles at you when you blink up at her. At the foot of the bed stands Bela and Daniela you frown as you notice the tears falling from their faces. Before you can ask any questions the two quickly engulf you in a hug. Bela curled up on your good side and Daniela pressed gently into your other side. Alcinas hand slips from your own and instead goes to rest on your thigh.

Scanning the room once more you find Cassandra hugging herself in the corner. Her hands shake slightly and you can see the way she is trying not to break. You try to move but the other two girls curl up to you tighter forcing you to stay laying down.

“Cassandra? What's wrong?” The second the words leave your lips a small sob leaves her lips and she joins her sisters in clinging to you. Her head rests on your stomach and you can feel as her tears soak into the fabric of your shirt.

“I'm sorry. It's my fault” She cries as she holds onto you tightly.

“Honey it's not your fault. I choose to step in front of you. Your not the one that hurt me” She nodded against your stomach but you could tell she didn’t truly believe your words. They all continued to hold onto you, their cries growing quieter.

The girls fall asleep quickly after. Still clinging to you tightly as if you would disappear if they let go. Looking over at Alcina you see the happy smile on her face as she reaches out to rub your cheek.

“It looks like they finally like you” She whispers as to not wake the girls.

“All it took was a little blood loss” You joke. Alcina playfully glares at you.

“It was more than a little.” You laugh at her words but wince slightly at the pain it brings to your shoulder. “Rest dear. Ill be back” She pulls away from you and you frown as the warmth of her touch disappears.

“Where are you going?” You ask as she stands and walks to the door.

“To take care of that maid”

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

i wanna req matt murdock x reader fanfic since u open to req teehee. im fine w any plot just please NO smut ty<3

The Breaking Point

Pairing: Matt Murdock x FiskDaughter!Reader

Author's note: You can tell me if this is bad, it's ok!

Breaking into Matt Murdock’s apartment was easier than it should have been.

His new place was a far cry from the dingy walk-up she had once been familiar with. It smelled like fresh paint and sawdust, like something unfinished, like something new.

She hated it.

She didn’t turn the lights on. Didn’t need to. The city glow spilled in through the window, bathing the room in fractured light. And when she heard the door open, heard the familiar click of a lock sliding back into place, she stayed exactly where she was—seated on his couch, waiting.

Matt sighed before even acknowledging her. "Breaking and entering. That’s new."

"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by, see how you’re enjoying your new life."

He set his cane aside, locking the door behind him with deliberate care. "You could’ve knocked."

She let out a short, humorless laugh. "Would you have let me in?"

Silence. Just as she thought.

Her fingers drummed against her thigh as she finally looked at him—really looked at him. He looked... well. Better than he had any right to. Like he had finally shed something heavy, something that used to hang over him like a second skin.

It made her sick.

"You testified." Her voice was flat, emotionless. She refused to let him hear the weight behind the words. "You sat there, suited up, playing the righteous man, and when they called your name, you stood up and buried him. You testified against him, Matt. You ensured he’d never see the outside of a prison cell again. And then what? Moved on? Started over? Like none of it mattered?"

Matt didn’t flinch. "I know why you’re here."

"Then you know I think you’re a sellout."

That earned her a scoff. "I’m a sellout for not defending a man who killed my best friend and nearly burned this city to the ground?"

She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Don’t do that, Matt. Don’t pretend like he’s just another criminal to you. We both know it’s not that simple."

His jaw tightened. "It is."

"Bullshit." She stood now, stepping toward him, daring him to say it again. "You cared about him. You—"

"I did what I had to do." His voice was sharp, cutting through whatever storm was rising between them. "And now he’s where he belongs."

She felt something crack inside of her, something she had been holding together for too long. "You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to sit here, in your nice new apartment, with your clean slate, and act like it didn’t cost you anything."

Matt tilted his head slightly, as if studying her. "What do you want from me?"

She wanted to tell him. Wanted to ask why he let her go so easily. Wanted to ask how he could sleep at night, knowing Dex was rotting in a cell, knowing she was left to pick up the pieces. But instead, she swallowed it all down and said, "I wanted to say I’m sorry."

Matt stilled.

"I’m sorry that after everything, you and I are... this. Strangers."

He let out a slow breath, like he was absorbing the weight of her words. Then, finally, he stepped closer. "Then let’s cut to the point."

Her pulse spiked, but she didn’t move.

"You want to know why I didn’t visit him? Why I didn’t defend him in that courtroom?" His voice was lower now, quieter, but no less sharp. "Because I knew exactly what it would cost me if I did."

She swallowed. "And what’s that?"

Matt exhaled, his jaw tight. "I need you to hear me when I say this. If you want me in your life, you cut him out of yours."

Silence. Heavy and suffocating.

She stared at him, searching for anything that would tell her this was just another one of his ultimatums, one she could push back on and argue her way out of.

But this time, there was nothing. No give. No second chances. Just a door she had to choose whether to walk through or close for good.

And for the first time since she had known him, Matt Murdock was letting her decide if this was where they ended.

[greenxgloss]

Can we get a bts fanboy headcanon?

BTS as Fanboys

themes: Idol!Reader, Gn!Reader, Fluff, angst

Gonna be completely honest im not sure if you wanted bts as fanboys or how bts interacts with their fanboys so I'm gonna do them as fanboys bc I feel like that's the more interesting of the two (I'm so so sorry if that's wrong in which case you can totally request it again and be more clear I would totally re-write it if I'm wrong)

Kim Seokjin

Jin definitely roasts other fans and claims to be a day 1 supporter.

"I literally knew them when they just posted covers online.

Jin buys all your merch, official and unofficial.

Jin spends hours watching fan-made edits of you.

Jin plays the Sims4 just to create you as a sim and then spoil your sim but forces it to write new music when you're on break/hiatus.

"Close enough. Welcome back, Y/N. When's the next album?"

Jin makes his own video compilations of your funny moments and then laughs at them for hours.

Proud of his obsession and talks about you when he doesn't know what else to talk about with new people.

Attends fan meets

Jin makes memes of the fandom's inside jokes

Min Yoongi

Yoongi buys all your albums (cd form, vinyl form etc.) just to have and collect

He writes fanfiction of you (series, one shots etc) mostly fluff but there is the occasional smutty fic, hyper erotic and juicy asf but still respectful.

He's secretly hugely infatuated but still keeps it subtle/ to himself

"Yeah their music is always in my playlists." with his usual kitten smile.

"Collaborating on something with them would be a huge accomplishment." Hed calmly reply to comments about you on weverse live.

Yoongi paints portraits of you/ makes tons of fan art but its not obvious that its fanart because he makes it look like regular everyday art.

Yoongi not only watches your interviews, he reads them, enjoying the articles far more than video interviews.

"they seem much more comfortable and open in the written interviews" hed say to himself

He's so delulu he learned all your rumoured favourite foods and how to cook them "just in case"

zones out thinking about the meanings behind your songs

Youre his celebrity crush

Yoongi doesn't attend fan meets or concerts because he a more lowkye/ private fan

just interact with the fandom

Jung heosok

Hobi writing remixes of your songs constantly

Hobi being the only one of the boys to actually be friends with you in real life

"can I get on a remix of your recent single?"

Gossiping with him about other idols

"did you hear about the scandal that group was in? they haven't even debuted yet." while tapping your hand before leaning back.

him still being a mega fan despite being friends with you

Having a yoongi and halsey dynamic

begging you to stream on weverse all the time just because he knows other fans want it just as bad.

"come on!! please just an hour. ill get you those cookies you really love.

reposting all your Instagram posts with sweet captions.

"bestie is looking so good!!!" with a ton of emojis

recreating your tiktok dances

also starts dance trends to your music and encourages people to jump on the trend

"I'll repost your video if you do this dance." big heart shaped smile.

Kim Namjoon

namjoon studies your lyrics, finds the double meanings and the word play

"reviews" and reacts to your music in YouTube videos

watches the countdown to your music being released on whatever platform (youtube, weverse etc.)

"supposedly the camera rig malfunctioned on set, that's why the camera is so shaky but they didn't re-shoot because it added to the windy scene" he'd say all jumpy and giddy like a kid on a sugar rush

has your autograph framed from the one and only time he met you

namjoon was very flustered and shy when he met you

"oh uh yeah I love your music and the double meanings in your last song."

gushes about the cinematography in your music videos

Namjoon writes questions he'd ask you if he got to interview you

Watches movies and tags you as characters that remind him of you

Park Jimin

Loves to let your music play while he's doing something and then harmonizes with your vocals

buys Vip tickets to all your events

posts your lyrics on social media

"this part omg!!!"

One time you smiled at him in the crowd and he freaked out and bragged about it for months

"they totally smiled at me last night"

"do you think they remember me from the fan meet last month?"

he's constantly talking with other fans

jimin makes bracelets with letter beads that spell your name or album names

jimin copies your makeup just because he thinks you're the picture of beauty purely in a view of admiration

he views you like greek statues.

"wow- their cheekbones-" he'd say in awh, face right up to the screen while he held a mirror and makeup brush in hands.

Kim Taehyung

requests your songs at parties and other events

begs the guys to do a cover of your songs on stage

name drops you in interviews and is always talking about you in his own interviews

has a huge crush on you and will say so proudly

"they're so pretty. Y/n if you see this, call me." with a sly smirk on his face, completely disregarding the uproar it would cause with army

Taehyung gets super shy when you say his name

Being shy despite being so confident when he talks about you in interviews

"uh- oh- the new song- yeah." while giggling

apologizing profusely when you tease him about the interviews when he comes to fan meets

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would write a song about you that's how down bad he is

Posts on social media in hopes you see it

Kook argues with taehyung about thinking he'd treat you better given the chance

argues with jin about being a bigger fan

picks out his outfits to coordinate with yours

kook hopes to run into you at award shows

stalks your fanpages

reads yoongis fanfiction about you

probably is the more devoted fan among the other members

sings your songs all the time, in the car, shower, while cooking, etc.

the only one of the boys that talks to you confidently

"Your style is amazing, I take inspiration all the time." while standing up straight and s soft confident smile on his lips, eye contact unwavering.

but he would never admit that he's written and released songs about you

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[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie frowns to himself slightly. He was expecting to come home to find you watching TV or maybe doing one of your hobbies. Instead, there are still laundry baskets full of unwashed clothes you were going to take to the laundromat.

"Babe?" He calls, leaning against the wall to take off one shoe at a time. He lets them fall haphazardly next to your neatly placed shoes. He takes his leather jacket off and hangs it on the peg on the wall.

Eddie heads down the trailer hall to the bedroom. The door creaks as it opens. He can see you laying under the covers. Eddie walks over, carefully sitting towards the foot of the bed. "Hey Babe," he runs a hand up and down your spine," bad day?"

You groan," yeah...I'm sorry." "For what?" Eddie's brow furrows slightly. You huff and pull the blankets back to look at him. "I was supposed to do laundry. Clean the living room up for your club to meet tomorrow. Instead my joints decided 'hey let's become stiff like steel so every movement hurts'. My nervous system decided 'oh hey let's send a wave of fatigue so strong we can barely keep our eyes open."

Eddie blinks a couple of times watching you. A stray tear falls from your eyes, but Eddie gently wipes it away before it can leave your cheek. "Those days happen. It's okay. Do you ever get mad at me when my body aches?" He cups your cheek in his hand.

"Eddie you almost died saving the world. My body just is like this-" "Who's to say the Upside Down didn't exacerbate things hm? That air wasn't exactly legal." You roll your eyes.

"It isn't your fault." Eddie murmurs, thumb running back and forth against your cheek. The cool of his rings against your face. "It feels like it," you mumble. "Hey, stop being mean to the person I love!" Eddie pokes your side gently. You can't help but smile slightly at him.

"I love you. I know you get frustrated and upset sometimes, especially when things flare up. I do understand what you're going through and it fucking sucks. But that doesn't mean I love you less. We got to take the bad with the good. It makes those good days all the more special. It's an honor to be with you. In sickness and in health, yeah?"

"Are you saying wedding vows?" You joke. "I mean... I never believed in marriage for me but you make me think about it." Eddie shrugs," Dont need a piece of paper to validate my feelings for you." You smile softly," Yeah."

A few seconds pass before Eddie clears his throat, face flushing," So, uh, do you need heat? Will that help?" You slowly nod.

Eddie stands," Then I am going to go pop the rice bags in the microwave for you, and then im gonna run to the laundromat to get the clothes in the washer because I think Wayne will actually kill us both if he comes home in the morning to no clothes."

You laugh lightly," Til death do us part eh Munson?" "Not even death could separate us my love."