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miumiaoomyzi · 3 months ago

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: how i think svt would be like when they're sick and you're the only one to take care of them

warnings: none.

genre: pure fluff.

notes: this is genuinely just a hunch of my thoughts on what svt would be like if they were vulnerable, please don't take it seriously. :)

seungcheol — honestly, he pretends to be so cool about it. 'oh a fever lol anyways' and a few seconds later he's suddenly on the sofa groaning and whining about how terrible his life is. and everytime you'd feed him porridge, you'd always do the airplane thingy. "here comes the airplane woooo!" "i am NOT a child." then proceeds to consume the whole spoon. he's such a cutie ugh.

jeonghan — enjoys your company so much. he ended up pretending to be sick for a whole ass week just to get off work and bathe in your glorious presence and hospitality even though his fever has already gone away a day after. "babeeee could you please fetch me the remote?" with big eyes and a slight pout. you always fall for it and he's genuinely so happy everytime you do.

joshua — could barely function normally cuz his fever is almost sucking the life out of him. voice, hoarse. mind, dizzy. body, sore. and he keeps repeating "love if you ever get sick i'll treat you ten times better." you just hum and nod, smiling at the stuff he keeps blurting out so randomly. he's literally fusing with the bed he can't get out cuz his body is sooo sore and weak. you feel so bad for him you end up staying at his side until his fever dissipates.

jun — pretends to be fine. like literally. "babe do you wanna get these slippers?" "omg look at this super cute reel about cats!!" he tries to hide the fact that he is NOT feeling well and is actually almost close to passing out. he even tries to eat spicy shit to relieve the feeling but it fails everytime. you end up finding out about his condition and basically grounding him to his room. and suddenly he constantly whines about his condition as if just earlier he wasn't wheezing over ig reels.

hoshi — absolutely ADORES it whenever you take care of him. blurts out random shit about his eternal love for you everytime you're near. "baby i wuv yu 🥺" out of NOWHERE. and he's giggling for no reason too. constantly asks for kisses despite his condition almost like his only motive is to get you sick w him so you two would be matching. and everytime you leave the room he starts whining SOOO LOUD. he even starts huffing, pouting, like the "hmph!!" typa shit LMAOO i love him sm

wonwoo — tries everything he could to make you not find out about his little fever. he keeps saying to himself "i can take care of myself" and the moment you show up to his door he suddenly crumbles and collapses into your arms. and ngl he had the LONGEST fever you've ever encountered. it lasted for almost a week which meant you had call off work for 5 days. you sometimes pull up those fruit sensory videos on your phone and he actually watches them. he sometimes even giggles. and he constantly frog blinks too omg hes so cute wtf.

woozi — stays in his studio claiming he's busy. and when the members found out about his fever they'd immediately tell you about it. "no i don't need help." even though his face is clearly red, snot almost running down his nose, limbs shaking and his eyes are genuinely pleading for care. he has his whole body covered in a blanket and only his eyes are visible. he looked so cute you ended up taking a picture and moving it to one of your folders dedicated to 'uji stolen pics'.

dk — genuinely he's just on low battery the whole time he's sick. he's not laughing nor cracking up any dumb jokes. just smiling fondly at you whenever you do something to relieve/lift the effect the fever has on him. and he can't stop staring at you too. just a weak, frail "thank you :)" whenever you feed him warm soup or replace his ice packs. and he's always ALWAYS asleep whenever he has a fever. like he was asleep until afternoon you actually almost panicked thinking he was dead. almost like he's recharging.

mingyu — immediately messages you "babe i'm sick :(((" and now you're running to his place like your life depended on it and it did. when you arrived he was genuinely a MESS. his hair is tousled, eyes are half-lidded and his lips are always in a pout. AND HE KEEP WHINING. even if you feed him soup, massage his legs, give him comforting words he is STILL whining. although deep down he really appreciates your care for him :( it's just he can't handle the fever and has to resort to letting out his suffering through random noises.

minghao — another one of the hiders, doesn't want you to find out thinking he can take care of himself. he keeps hiding his immense migraines and the sore feeling in his body. ends up making it obvious which leads to you to the rescue. and for no ABSOLUTE reason, he keeps trying to kiss you. claiming that kissing you would make him feel better and they do! just not on his fever though. he's also very sensitive and tends to resort to being glued into his bed. didn't care when you found out he was sick he NEEDED your help.

seungkwan — "this stupid fever." he genuinely needs a shoulder to lay on. he keeps grumbling about the problems his fever is causing and he DID rant about the problems. just with alot of pauses and stuttering. ngl you were surprised when he was quiet. he tends to be quiet during his vulnerable times even though he wants to let out the loudest whine ever, he thinks you might be annoyed (you wouldn't). during these times he could freely rant about his problems. and half of them included soonyoung LMAO

vernon — tries to isolate himself but no he's not going anywhere cuz you refuse. watches cat epic fail videos while he's sick cuz it's his only escapism. when you finally arrived, his screentime was cut extremely short. just wants to be by your side and he really enjoys your company :) although he is STILL trying to be nonchalant about it. "no i'll feed myself." then proceeds to do anything but feed himself. he keeps squirming too and bonus, HE CAN'T SLEEP. so you have to pull up asmr videos.

dino — honestly it's super normal to him on how you're taking care of him as if your life depended on it. you even have 3 checklists dedicated to relieving his condition. he also almost cried cuz the pain in both his head and body was too much for him to handle :( poor chan. despite his fever, he clings onto you alot like a koala. 'fever? dgaf next.' typa shit 😭

#[米兹].🍀https//:myzi.fart #seventeen x reader #seventeen #hoshi x reader #scoups x reader #dino x reader #seventeen imagines #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #jun x reader #wonwoo x reader #woozi x reader #dk x reader #mingyu x reader #the8 x reader #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader

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arc-misadventures · 7 months ago

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The White Queen

The White Queen, Queen Willow Schnee Arc

Weiss: Wait… while you were in the, Ever After you found my mother who fell in with us…

Jaune: Yes.

Weiss: Where she travel back in time with you?

Jaune: Correct.

Weiss: And, because another cooky fruit thingy... Mom de-aged to the point where she was... is in her early twenties.

Jaune: She looks just like, Winter. Just less moody...

Weiss: And, she was taken by the previous king, the Red Prince?

Jaune: Proper asshole that guy was.

Weiss: Where he was going to make my mother his bride...?!

Jaune: Least the bastard had good taste...

Weiss: And, you saved her from that looney king fellow…

Jaune: Down with the king!

Weiss: After that, there was a power vacuum from when you dethroned the king...

Jaune: What do you expect to happen when you overthrow the ruling monarchy?

Weiss: And, my mom took the throne for herself to stabilize the kingdom?

Jaune: She was the only member of the royal family still alive to assume the throne... Technically... She didn't marry the, Red Prince, but Willow was the closest thing we had to royalty.

Weiss: And, you became her personal bodyguard…

Jaune: It was mostly just a title. I mostly spent my time with, Willow to train her to become a, Huntress grade fighter

Weiss: And, after you trained her to be a, Huntress grade fighter... You married my mother?!

Jaune: Indeed I did!

Weiss: The fuck is wrong with this place?! And, the fuck you think you're doing marrying my own mother?! You degenerate!

Willow: Hey! Don't speak to your father that way!

Weiss: I refuse to recognize this man as my father!

Willow: It's either him, or Jacques dear; Which will you choose?

Weiss: …

Weiss: Jaune…

Willow: That's what I thought~!

Jaune: Don't worry, Weiss, you don't have to start calling me dad.

Willow: Yet.

Weiss: …

Weiss: I fucking hate this place…

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #willow schnee #jacques schnee #jaune x willow #willow x jaune #rwby iceknight

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stevieschrodinger · 4 months ago

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Part One Two Three Four Five

Eddie smells fresh and clean, his hair is fluffy and...really quite long now. Steve is vaguely aware that cutting curly hair is like, a separate thing to cutting straight hair. Like a totally different thing that needs to be learned. But still, Eddie doesn’t want to get an actual hair cut, and he seems to have a strong aversion to the idea of going outside and dealing with strangers, but his bangs are really getting in the way now, so Steve just carefully snips, a little at a time, not taking too much off. Steve uses his fingers to fluff Eddie’s bangs, snipping again at the curls that are longer than the others, “what do you think?”

Eddie stands, inspecting himself in the mirror, “yeah. Thanks Steve.”

He uses the towel to flick stray hairs off his face, wafting his shirt a little, scars showing at his midriff. He catches Steve looking, so Steve shuffles away, making an excuse, “I’ll get a broom.”

Steve sweeps while Eddie wipes stray hairs off the counter. “Anything else I can help with?” Steve offers.

Eddie sighs, looking a little squirely for a second, before he clearly comes to a decision, “I, the kids have been...asking me to run a game?”

“Right,” Steve starts slowly. He knows Eddie has the books out sometimes, knows he’s planning campaigns when he has the energy to do it, but he blows the kids off every time and they don’t push, clearly able to sense Eddie’s still...recovering.

“I think I want to try...I’ve got an idea for a campaign, just a little one. Just an afternoon.”

“Of course, I think...that’s good. If you feel up to it. Do you need my...help?” Steve has no idea how he could possibly help.

“Yeah...could I...talk you through the campaign, see what you think? And on the day, would you help me set up?”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Anything you need, okay?”

“Okay...thank you.”

“They won’t concentrate if they’re hungry, trust me.”

Eddie just watches as Steve makes up a tray of sandwiches. Some deli meat and cheese, some just cheese, and some he pushes his luck with, adding lettuce and cucumber to the mix. Who knows, they might eat it.

He has eggs boiling, and when the timer dings he cools them in the sink, tipping away the boiling water and running cold over them so he can peel them, “want an egg?” He offers one to Eddie, who, surprisingly, takes it, eating it in small bites.

Eddie’s more of a grazer, and he rarely sits and eats a full meal with Steve. Steve just keeps making extra of whatever he’s having, just telling Eddie where it is. It’s at least half gone most of the time, so Steve takes it as a win.

There’s a bowl of boiled eggs, a tray of sandwiches, a big serving bowl of chips and jugs of fruit juice out on the side by the time Steve is done. “I dilute the juice a little,” Steve confesses, “too much sugar in it. Those kids are hyper enough.”

Eddie actually smiles.

Steve moves the table and chairs while Eddie watches, “you got your map? And your shield thingy?”

Eddies goes, coming back laden with his books and his notes. A second trip brings out the hand drawn map, the shield thing that he unfolds in front of the seat at the head of the table.

“I think you’re going to do great,” Steve tells him. Eddie just nods, extra quiet today.

Maybe he’s saving his energy up for the kids. Or maybe it’s nerves, who knows? Either way he’s fiddling with his hair, starring at nothing, free arm wrapped tightly around himself. Steve can’t leave that.

Eddie almost startles, when he gets close, not realizing until the last second that Steve’s in front of him, “hey, come on, it’s okay,” and Eddie accepts the hug easily. Eddie sighs big in Steve’s embrace, settling, “you smell different to him,” Eddie whispers.

“Better or worse?”

“Neither...just different.”

Steve swallows thickly, giving one last squeeze before they part. Steve finds things to do in the kitchen while he tries to gather himself together, the kids will be here any minute.

The kids are watching a movie. Steve’s pretty sure the evening went well; whenever he stuck his head in the dining room, they all seemed engrossed, at least. Every now and again, there would be raised voices, or cheering, so, yeah, Steve figures they had a good time.

When Nancy’s car pulls up in the drive, Eddie tells Steve, “I’ll be a minute,” and then sheepishly slips out the front door.

Steve sees him in the passenger seat, talking to Nancy. He figures something emotional. Probably. Something Steve is too stunted to handle. Steve’s glad really, that Eddie has the girls to talk to about all this stuff. And then immediately feels a little guilty for escaping the burden of whatever that conversation is.

Steve knows there’s something up, from the quiet way Eddie’s watching him. He has something on the tip of his tongue, Steve can tell; it doesn’t come until the next day.

“I’m...moving back in with Wayne. Nancy said she’d help with my stuff, tomorrow, probably.”

It feels out of left field, Steve made unsteady by it for a second before he redirects. Eddie is an adult, and Wayne is family, Steve can’t keep him here.

He remembers the state of Eddie’s room, the stench of alcohol and stale sweat and fresh vomit, “will you be alright?”

“Yeah I...I’m pretty sure I’m done with the drink now, if that’s what you’re asking?”

It kind of is what Steve’s asking, but also, it isn’t, “well. Kind of. But...besides that, will you be okay?”

Eddie shrugs, “I think I need to...find some work, or something. Start standing on my own two feet, if I can. Be a...person.”

Two days ago Eddie couldn’t even face getting a haircut because he’d have to speak to a stranger, so it all kind of stinks of bull to Steve, “if that’s...what you need to do. But...you know you can always be here right? No matter what? Don’t feel like you have to go, or anything.”

“No...I know. You’re...you’re a really good guy Steve. And I...appreciate everything, you know? Really.”

“Yeah, I mean, yeah, no worries.”

It happens way too fast. Eddie’s meager belongings are boxed, his clothes are in trash bags, and apparently Wayne has redecorated Eddie’s room at the new trailer.

“I could have taken you?”

“It’s fine...Nancy’s good to help,” Eddie pulls a pensive face, "I really gotta’ get my van sorted, she hasn’t even been started for...months. Hell, I don’t even know if she will start. I should...go and deal with that.”

“Okay.”

Steve carries out two boxes and then makes himself scarce, doing a final once over. It’s not like Eddie’s going far; if he leaves something here by accident, Steve can just drop it out to him, it’s not like it would be an issue.

Still, he finds some last bits of clothes, forgotten in the dryer. Steve folds them before he carries them from the utility, stopping at the corner of the lounge, just out of sight. He shouldn’t listen to Eddie and Nancy’s hushed conversation, but he does.

“Wayne’s fine,” Nancy’s voice is low enough Steve has to strain to hear it, “he’s fine if you’re here or there. You need to do what’s best for you Eddie.”

“I can’t...I want to stay here.”

“Then-”

Eddie cuts her off with a frustrated noise, speaks with a fierce whisper, “I love him. I love him so much it hurts because I don’t know if it’s him I love or some magical Steve I dreamed up, okay? He keeps, doing things Nancy. You don’t understand. He keeps being so nice, and good and just...Steve. He’s just so much like my Steve and I can’t fucking stand it any more, okay?”

“Okay,” she shushes him, comforts him, “hush, okay, it’s okay. It’ll be okay, whatever you need.”

Steve takes the clothes back to the dryer; he’ll pretend to find them in a couple of days.

Part Seven

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #pre getting together #sort of #my writing #kas eddie munson #vecna #steddie dreamed life #pre steddie

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zstartrixxx · 1 month ago

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𝒞herrish 𝒮tans

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: 𝐘𝐄𝐒 | 𝐍𝐎

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Lion Kaminski is utterly fucked: exhausted, with his brother breathing down his neck, and aching with longing for you. When you two finally steal a moment alone—after days kept apart by the relentless grind of your chaotic lives—all you want is to melt the tension from his muscles, to make him unravel so he can fight at his best. or " [...] “Fucked you up,” you echoed the word, holding back a mischievous smile. “Lion, stop being so dramatic.” “I’m not dramatic—” Walter countered, pulling back just enough to peel his warm, bare torso away from you, and you instantly missed that touch, that heat. His blue eyes were a dark mirror reflecting your hunger. “—I just really fucking missed my girl.” The possessive pronoun said so informally and pathetically needy softened you. Made you wet. [...]" 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: well, i’m a little surprised that what started as a simple idea—something i planned to keep around a thousand words—has now exploded into... well, far beyond that. so brace yourself for something extremely descriptive... possibly the most vivid, filthy, and depraved thingi i’ve ever written to date. so all i can offer as advice to whoever’s reading this is: sit down, rad, relax and come. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18 ADULT CONTENT. smut: oral! (both receive) [she swallows it all if you don't mind] , fingering and squirt. foul language. 𝐖𝐂: +4k for whoever is going to read it, a great read! <3 likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)

𝖫𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖪𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖲𝖪𝖨 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 | 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

"i know that you think of me every night, tell me how does it feel? (yeah); in your mind do i get down on one knee—do i kneel to ya? tell me how does it feel? (ooh) do i get down and kneel to ya?" (kneel to you, kidä)

“Oh, my God…”

Groaning hoarsely, Lion closed his eyes, exhaling heavily through his nostrils. You were on your knees, hands on his thighs, eyes focused ahead. Walter let out another low, soft sound, almost whimpering — a little moan followed by a “my God, fuck…” he couldn’t hold back. You laughed, your mouth occupied with the sticky tip you were sucking slowly.

“Fuck, Lion! You’re fucking me over, man!” Stan’s deep and harsh voice rang through the room, a bit irritated as he barged into the waiting and prep room the organizers of the underground event had set up for you guys —it was nothing more than some kind of infirmary that looked more like a cluttered storage room, with two stretchers pushed against the mustard-yellow painted wall, white vinyl flooring, a warm orange-tinted light overhead, some punching bags piled up in a corner with worn-out tatami mats; a small louvered window high on the wall, and just below it, a poorly painted image of Our Lady of Guadalupe— blurred outlines, a lack of expression in her faded-colored face.

You looked over your shoulder, your attention shifting to the small fridge there for some reason, beside a rectangular plastic table full of protein bars, already dried-out fruits, and a bunch of towels and water bottles for quick consumption. Your mouth watered at how long you were taking with that cherry lollipop on your lips, pulling it out with a little pop, briefly catching the attention of an extremely tense Lion, standing against one of the stretchers, one hand rubbing his wrist frantically.

You rose with a slide of your knees, the heels of your marsala leather boots making a rubbery squeak against the vinyl as you stood, grabbing a can of strawberry tonic, about to open it when Stan’s voice cut you off:

“Hey girl! No expenses on our dime!”

“But I’m going to pay for this shit, Stanley.” Your voice came out a little husky as you frowned, holding his gaze while you popped open the can with a swift movement of your stiletto-painted nails —the same deep red tone as nearly your entire outfit for the night, a cherry amidst a sea of vibrant yellow. Stan rolled his eyes, glancing at his brother and sizing him up:

“Kid, where the hell are your bandages?”

“I don’t know—” Lion replied seriously, looking at you, his bluish eyes crystalline under the amber light above you, tired and at the same time gentle toward you, seeking your answer. You answered Stan before taking a sip of your drink:

“He left them in the car… I think.”

“Fuck, Lion,” Stan grumbled, restless. He pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the front pocket of his shirt, while Walter just stood there, existing somewhere between a tense gaze and quiet breathing; “I already told you to pay more attention to this shit, bro!” He looked at you, silently asking for help.

Your reaction was a shrug, holding back an almost wicked little smile at seeing Stan so out of control and frustrated, watching everything that was supposedly under his command slip through his fingers. The older Kaminski let out a heavy sigh, lit his cigarette with some roughness, placed one hand on his hip, and stared at the younger one, who had now stopped massaging his wrists and was keeping his hands together. Stan threw a serious look your way, took another drag, exhaled smoke and words all at once:

“Damn it, always big bro here having to solve other people’s fuck-ups—” he looked at the watch on his wrist: “—we’ve got forty minutes before the fucking fight. I’ll go get your bandages, Lion—and you,” he pointed at you, “take care of him so he doesn’t die from anxiety.”

He gave one last look at Lion before turning on his heels and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. And then you two were alone again.

Lion finally gave you a look—his expression a fine line between exhaustion and the nerves of a hectic week. A week without you, too. He smiled softly, pressing his lips together. You looked at him attentively; shirtless, he was only wearing black cotton shorts, the waistband of his white underwear showing above the smooth, lean underbelly, black sneakers, and the golden necklace with the pendant that had belonged to his late mother resting on his sculpted sternum. Hair neatly done, the rattail intact. His face was free of bruises—it had been weeks since his last fight— so today would be the day to earn some new ornaments on that beautiful face.

“Hey, girl…” it was strange, like you hadn’t been stuck in that place together for about twenty minutes already. His voice was sweet and calm, almost a tired whisper, heavy with external pressure and all the longing he felt for you.

“Baby?”

You answered him with a sweet little smile—sweeter than the lollipop you were sucking on, mixing with the icy drink you sipped—stepping closer to the man who stared at you, so tired and undone, completely in love with how gorgeous you looked. The deep wine mini-skirt, the black lace camisole, the coat matching your skirt—an outfit almost too dramatic for a place like that—screamed your vibrant, loud, striking, passionate personality. Just like cherry red. Your color.

Lion raised his right hand, waiting for you to settle into his palm—a gesture so common between you two, it had become your first language. He would offer a trembling, bruised hand, and you’d take it gently, stroke the rough skin, slide it along his cheek, and gaze at him like he was the only man in the world.

“Missed you,” he almost purred, voice low and humming with secret need as he turned fully toward you, his hand caressing your face.

You smiled with the lollipop still between your teeth, placed the can on the table beside you, and took the hand that touched you so tenderly.

“It was just a few days stuck in that university, baby. You can survive stuff like that.”

“I can take a few punches and slaps, sure… but being away from you, sweetheart—” he pulled you closer, wrapping himself around you in a muffled embrace, “—being away from you this long just fucked me up.”

“Fucked you up,” you echoed the word, holding back a mischievous smile.

“Lion, stop being so dramatic.”

“I’m not dramatic—” Walter countered, pulling back just enough to peel his warm, bare torso away from you, and you instantly missed that touch, that heat. His blue eyes were a dark mirror reflecting your hunger. “—I just really fucking missed my girl.”

The possessive pronoun said so informally and pathetically needy softened you.

Made you wet.

You took the lollipop from your lips, studying Lion in detail: despite now wearing a more livid expression than before, he was still tense. The corners of his eyes held fatigue and tension, his smile was fragile and needy, and the way his shoulders stiffened under your left hand indicated genuine agitation. He released one of those heavy, audible breaths. You tilted your head:

"You nervous or what?"

"A little. I’ve been feeling like shit these past few days, didn’t train enough, and Stan’s fucking pressure on me is—" he confessed, eyes half-lidded, smile contemplative, his hand sliding from your face to your shoulder where he gave a squeeze. You felt a mix of pity and lust for the man in front of you. The symptoms of days apart due to his routine had palpable effects on you with this skin-to-skin proximity, breaths merging, adrenaline buzzing from the risk of someone walking in at any moment.

Your pupils dilated, bringing the lollipop back to your lips as Lion breathed deeply—audibly again—pulling away to face the others, staring at the saint’s painting on the wall. Seeing his back was worse: his shoulder muscles tensing as he clasped his hands together woke something in you; the strained sound, a rough grunt of fear, made your mouth water, and all that neediness spurred you to act.

You walked up behind him, hugging him tightly.

Lion whimpered petulantly, his head tilting back almost onto your shoulder—which would’ve welcomed him instantly—as your arms locked him in that lustful embrace. The atmosphere shifted subtly from the amber of exhaustion and tension to the scarlet of arousal, desire, surrender. Your dominant hand gripped his slender waist, his warm skin welcoming you into its velvety fuzz; the other cupped his neck, pressing the lollipop against his parted lips. Your mouth grazed his exposed, goosebumped neck:

"My little boy’s so tense and unmotivated, hmm? How about I prep you for that ring?"

"What’re you gonna do…" he rasped against the sticky lollipop. You laughed wickedly, sliding the hand on his waist to the edge of his boxers:

"Let me suck you off real nice, yeah? You’ll relax, and all your problems’ll disappear."

"Hmnnn—" Lion was pure surrender, eyes closed with the languor of desire, his cock hardening between his legs as he opened his lips and licked the lollipop coated in your saliva. Your hand dipped into his boxers, the contact with his skin making him shiver, fingers threading through trimmed pubic hair to find his stiffening length. You began kissing his neck, your other hand abandoning the lollipop between his lips to grip his thick throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob as your other hand stroked his hard cock in a slow jerk, the tip wet with precum, easing the restricted friction of his clothes. Lion grabbed your wrists in one last act of resistance—the hand on his throat and the one jerking him off—pausing you momentarily. His voice came out muffled:

"Stop… Stop… Please… What if someone… Comes in?"

"Scared, baby?" you tore out almost viscerally, squeezing his cock, listening to his teeth-clenched moan and the sharp gasp of pleasure-pain. His hand—the one that had been holding yours inside his boxers—pulled away to free himself from your grip, while yours tightened around his throat as if to strangle all that resistance out of him. You growled into his ear:

"I know you’re dying to get fucked by me, Lion. Shut the fuck up."

And he fell silent.

Obedient, almost passive or too permissive, Lion just let out a soft 'owhn' from his lips, surrendering to your hands.

You could feel your pussy clench from that dominance high, his need for your touch inflating your ego, making you tease him again just to hear his quiet moans, his ragged breaths begging for more. Slowly you pulled away from behind him, removing your hands with deliberate calm—an act he clearly disliked, shooting you a look that pleaded for continuation. You faced him, confidence in your gaze, voice commanding:

“Back against the mark, my love.”

“Mhm,” he nodded promptly, stepping backward until his hips met the swaying, rubber-coated metal mark behind him. You both laughed as he placed his veined hands at his sides, fingers of one hand still clutching the upside-down lollipop, his gaze ravenous as you shed your overcoat—a simple movement, utterly ordinary, yet profoundly significant to Lion in that moment.

You approached step by step, the slender heels of your boots the only sound—apart from distant noises that only heightened the tension. Dropping your coat to the floor, one hand captured his face between your fingers while the other slid down his strong arm, tracing bulging veins before plucking the lollipop from his grip. With a mischievous smile at his hunger-glazed eyes—his silent plea for your touch, his irrational devotion—you brought the candy to your lips, enveloping it with your mouth, sucking before swirling your tongue around it. Lion exhaled sharply:

“Fucking hell—”

His hand, gone weak, caressed your cheek. You laughed, eyes glittering, pressing the lollipop between your lips again—no, this was more a grinding of tongues against cherry syrup—before lowering it to kiss him properly. The taste of cherries mingled as Lion's tongue dominated your mouth, his sounds almost childish in their desperation, a wordless demand for everything. Your free hand found his cock through his clothes, palming the hardness, making him roll his hips shyly against your touch.

Lion spoke against your mouth:

"I want you to fuck me so bad, love. Please, just fuck me, love."

"Aren't you scared someone might catch us in the act?" Malice laced your voice, a prelude to the dominance and pleasure you took in watching him beg. Lion pulled back from your lips, squeezing the hand you had pressed to his face, staring at you with bloodshot eyes, cherry-flavored saliva glistening on his mouth:

"Fuck 'em. Fuck me, love. I need this."

You gave him the warmest smile you could muster, nearly laughing at the raw desperation in his plea—that hungry whimper, the cherry taste mixing with spit, hot breath, sweat beading on both your foreheads. Lion nodded, giving you a clear signal: Just do it, love.

With him so utterly surrendered to your hands, your mouth slid from his saliva-slicked lips down to his neck, leaving sweet marks on his goosebumped skin. You sucked at his collarbone, then dragged your wet tongue in a sensual trail down his chest to his navel. Raising the lollipop in your hand, you made a casual request:

"Hold this for me, please?"

"Yeah—" Lion echoed impatiently.

"Just don't drop it. I want to finish sucking on it later."

Lion held back a half-disbelieving laugh at the request, but you didn’t pay it any mind, now using both free hands to savor him with full palms and open mouths, embracing as much of his skin as possible—his waist, navel, shivers, and little moans of surrender. Near the waistband of his underwear, your eyes met his, passion and thirst, his mouth salivating for what awaited you—you were a full waterfall between his legs, pulsing with desire for him.

Kneeling him down, you felt a gentle hand atop your head, a prior support before the imminent descent. Walter looked at you with such tenderness it melted you inside with a syrupy warmth. Cherry syrup mixed with his saliva on the roof of your mouth.

Your tongue traced that bulging vein leading into Lion’s intimacy, the Adonis belt serving as the perfect support for your hands to fit into the grooves, squeezing lightly, sliding your tongue down as far as the fabric allowed. Your hands moved to the waistband of his underwear, casting a voracious glance at Lion, pulling the underwear along with the shorts in one sudden motion, receiving in your face the hard cock that sprang up erect, pointing toward you—the wet, reddish-pink glans, like the lollipop that had passed from your mouth to his, sticky; the rest of the shaft veined and thick, fitting nicely between your hands and inside you, large enough to reach deep. Lion smiled eagerly, his mouth split into two bands showing his teeth in that characteristic broken grin, intense eyes on you as you took his cock with both hands, sweet voice:

“Do you want me to lick here—” then you touched the tip of your tongue to his glans, hearing him pant heavily; “I asked you, Lion: do you want me to lick here?” you repeated the gesture in a firmer tone. Walter squeezed the mattress beneath him, the lollipop between his fingers, closed his eyes, nodded. Then your tongue took over his glans, wrapping it inside your mouth, staring at him to savor every reaction.

At that moment, inside you, Lion grew even softer, trying to stifle his moans as his mouth moved up and down, sliding along your cock, devouring it with his cherry-flavored saliva—the taste of his skin against you, the faint scent of soap from his intimate areas. His free hand escaped the grip of the sheets to find your head, pressing firmly against the back of your hair, gazing at you with raw desire. You reciprocated with your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, making slow, deliberate circles at the tip, sending waves of pleasure through him that he vocalized in deep, needy groans—each one sending sharp jolts of electricity straight to your neglected clit, begging for attention.

You tightened your grip around the base of his cock, never breaking eye contact, taking a steadying breath before swallowing him inch by inch until you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. A wet, choked noise escaped you as you held him there, throbbing against your tongue, your throat—before pulling back with a gasp, tears welling in your eyes. A wicked grin curled on your lips as Lion let out a shameless, throaty moan.

His hand in your hair clenched tighter. He adjusted his other hand, still clutching the lollipop between his fingers, breathing heavily.

"Suck me good, baby."

"You love when I do this, don’t you?" you teased, kissing along his length, tongue dragging from base to tip—lingering just at the head. Lion groaned, laughter thick with lust:

"Fuck, woman—you wreck me. Please don’t fucking stop…"

"Want me to pamper these too?" Rhetorical. Your hands already cradled his balls, kneading. His eyes slammed shut, hips grinding against the car’s leather as he choked back moans. That damn door better stay closed. You grinned against his skin, trailing kisses down to his sac, sucking just to hear him hiss—his thighs twitching, you burning up just watching him unravel.

Lion swallowed his rough words, his breathing ragged as he fought to stay focused—not yet, not yet—because having you like this was too damn good. The way you took him deep, sucking him down with obscene enthusiasm, those little noises you made as you drooled all over him, his cock throbbing against your tongue—fuck, it was indecent.

You pulled off with a gasp, panting, hand already working him in eager strokes. Your eyes gleamed as Lion’s hips jerked into your grip. You pooled spit in your mouth and let it drip onto his flushed, reddened tip, mixing with his own slick, listening to his moans grow fractured—whiny, desperate.

“Where do you wanna come, baby? Here—” You tapped his cock against your cheek, savoring the agony in his gaze. “—or here?” Your other hand squeezed your own breast.

“Fuck it.”

He gripped his own cock with both hands:

“Open that pretty mouth for me,” he commanded with the full weight of the world in his chest, stroking himself as he pressed that candy against the corner of your lips, using his other hand to fist your hair. You parted your lips, waiting. Lion dragged the swollen head of his dick along your outstretched tongue—receptive, eyes locked—speeding his hand until thick ropes of cum shot across your mouth, hitting your throat as he groaned “Fuck, Christ, goddamn!” from the depths of his soul.

You swallowed every drop, showing him your clean tongue. Lion exhaled shakily, chest heaving, nearly buckling to his knees as he pulled you into an embrace. He petted your hair with sudden tenderness, his cock softening gradually from that overwhelming pleasure still buzzing through him. You smirked proudly, letting him help you up before plucking the nearly-finished candy from his mouth and sucking it pointedly:

“Delicious, baby. So sweet, so sweet,” you teased with a wink. Lion—now tucked back into his pants—watched with undiminished hunger. You raised an eyebrow:

'What?'

"Just wanna return the favor, angel," he rumbled, voice thick. His breath was pure cherry, his skin sweat-slicked, pupils blown as his hands seized your waist. But your gaze darted to the door, uncertainty creeping in:

"Lion… Lion, do we even have time?"

He kissed you with filthy intent, cherry sweetness mingling with the taste of him, laughing against your lips as he hoisted you onto the sink—the metal frame rattling violently from the impact, drawing giggles from you both. His whisper grazed your ear, a vow and a threat:

"Promise I’ll make you come in minutes."

You looked at the door, the adrenaline mixed with the awareness that Stan could arrive at any moment only fueling your arousal further. You nodded your head, giving him the permission he needed to kneel before you—eager, like a man who'd been thirsty for days, maybe weeks. You bit down on the last bit of lollipop in your mouth, swallowing the remnants of cum, saliva, and cherry, adjusting yourself on the mark, sliding your skirt up to expose your white panties, knowing full well the slick mess of your arousal staining the fabric between your thighs. Lion smiled proudly, massaging your pussy through the damp material, drawing out a restrained sigh from you. His blue eyes drowned you as he gazed up:

"You're so wet for me... It'd be a waste not to devour you whole..."

"Lion—" You moaned his name as he hooked your legs over his narrow shoulders, pressing his nose against the soaked fabric, inhaling your natural scent with a rough groan. He bit your inner right thigh, then licked the same spot before repeating the act on the other side, drawing muffled whimpers from you as he teased that sensitive, needy erogenous zone. One hand pinned your knee to make space between your legs, while the other tugged your panties aside, exposing you fully to him:

"So fucking pretty, this little pussy of yours, love. And to think it's all mine..." he murmured, a mix of tenderness and possessiveness lacing his words. You gasped:

"Fuck, I am all yours. Just eat me already, Lion."

"Like this?" He teased with a grin, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit—once, twice, three times, applying just the right pressure to make you squirm. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ You wanted to speak, but all you could do was grind against him. Lion then sealed his lips around your clit, sucking hard with a sharp pop, pulling back just to watch your eyes flutter shut in dazed pleasure before diving back in, his tongue swiping side to side in frantic, wet strokes. The scratch of his beard against your skin sent delicious shivers through you, the slight sting only making you rock harder against his mouth.

"Please—just like that, don't stop... Fuck, Lion, your tongue—!" You didn’t bother with pretty words, just raw, panting praise as your head fell back. He ate you with single-minded hunger, pausing only long enough to slide two fingers inside you, curling them just right, fucking into you in time with the suction of his mouth. Your weak moans tangled with the rough, pleased sounds he made against your cunt, your hips rolling helplessly into his face as he loved you, ruined you. Your orgasm built like a storm in your thighs, lower belly, cunt—radiating through your entire body. One hand found his, fingers lacing together in a tight grip while the other flew to your own mouth, stifling a cry.

All it took was one more vicious suck, one deeper thrust of his fingers, and—

"Lion! Fuck!" You nearly shouted, yanking him closer as your body seized, trembling through the pleasure that wracked you, your climax hitting in crystalline spurts. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you came undone, shaking, burning, utterly consumed.

Walter laughed low, admiring his glistening torso. "Look at this mess my princess made… Christ, got me hard all over again."

You stared at him, utterly dazed. Your chest rose and fell violently. Seeing him glistening with your own slick, drunk on pleasure, felt like a mirage from paradise. You both laughed breathlessly—Lion tapped teasingly against your still-throbbing pussy, electric shocks sizzling from your clit through your entire body, as he murmured "good girl" and rose to his feet. His gaze swept over the wreckage: your soaked coat, your thoroughly ruined state.

"I'll clean up this mess. Stay put."

As if you could move. You watched him grab two towels from the nightstand—one for his ruined jacket (tossed aside), the other dragging carefully between your thighs. Gentle pats over oversensitive skin, then flipping the towel to wipe your eyes, your entire face, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes inevitably dropped to his cock, still half-hard between you. Noticing, he muttered through his teeth:

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

He caught you between his hands, kissing you with raw passion—his tongue now a heady mix of your own intimate flavor and cherries, something dangerously addictive. He peppered your skin with tender kisses before pulling away, moving to the other side of the room to wipe himself clean with a towel.

You let out a lovesick sigh, smoothing your skirt back into place, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear—still too weak to leave the warmth of that spot.

Lion returned composed, though the faintest hint of an erection strained against his clothes. Yet he seemed in control now—torso and face dry, his gaze serene, sated

"Feeling calmer now?"

"I'm in fucking paradise," he grinned through his teeth, genuinely happy and relieved. You stared at each other for minutes, connecting through gaze alone, when he suddenly blurted:

"Root for me extra hard tonight, love."

"Why's that? You know I always cheer for you..." you asked, confused, hopping off the counter and grabbing your jacket as you moved closer. Lion's fox-like smile dripped with intention:

"'Cause tonight I'm gonna fuck you raw, and for that I need to win this goddamn fight."

"Holy shit." Your laugh was equal parts disbelief and molten arousal. "Alright then. Fingers crossed—and legs wide open—for that to happen."

Lion Kaminski hit you with that smile. The door burst open to reveal a breathless Stan clutching bandage rolls, his eyes darting between you two with suspicion. He scrutinized his brother head to toe, then you.

"Fuck it, I won't even ask." He tossed the red wraps at Lion. "Wrap those hands. Ring's waiting."

Lion caught them while Stan shot you another look—half judgment, half curiosity—before shaking his head and exiting. You just shrugged, too blissed-out and post-orgasm hazy to care about the older Kaminski's disapproval, following him out of that unmistakably sex-sweat-and-cherry-scented room.

Lion was the last to leave the room, his focus divided between wrapping the tape around his fingers and stealing glances at you—each look heavy with that unspoken promise reflected in his eyes and the smirk playing on his lips.

As he stepped toward the ring, he removed his necklace, pressed a kiss to the pendant, and handed it to Stan—a sacred ritual between the brothers that you’d never interfere with—before turning back to you. He captured your lips in a quick, audible kiss, then pulled you into a tight embrace, his voice a rough whisper against your ear:

“Remember my promise…”

You didn’t hesitate, your retort hot against his skin, uncaring if Stan overheard:

“Fingers crossed and legs open, Lion Kaminski. You’d better not forget.”. Let Stan hear. Let him know he wasn’t the only one who held sway over Lion now.

Lion’s answering grin was all pride and wicked delight as he pressed a softer kiss to your forehead—a silent seal on the pact between you.

His name was announced and he stepped into the ring of that old gym where these events took place in secret. You stood on his side, holding his jacket, eyes fixed on your man as he received final instructions from the blond, who said goodbye to the younger brother by pressing their foreheads together, repeating the affirmations you knew by heart, before leaving the ring to stand by your side, clapping. He glanced at you:

“And what's the reason for that big smile, girl?”

“Not that it's any of your business, Stan—” you said over your shoulder, watching Lion tap gloves with his opponent, “but know that your brother and I came to a very good understanding before this fight, and all I want is for him to win this damn thing.”

“Hmnnn.” Stan looked you up and down before turning back to his brother, clapping encouragingly and shouting 'atta boy! go get him!', then looked at you again:

“I hope whatever filth you two did in that little room is enough to make my boy win this fight.”

“Don’t worry, Stan…” you laughed smugly, your eyes never leaving Lion as he landed a straight followed by a cross on his distracted opponent, “...I’m absolutely certain that tonight we’ll all leave here very happy and fulfilled.”

You winked at Stan.

Lion blocked a jab and a straight, dodged, and grabbed his opponent, delivering repeated punches to his face. For a brief moment, he looked at you—standing there, beautiful and radiant above everyone else, even over Stan’s cheers—summoning an absurd amount of strength to land another punch that dazed his opponent.

Before you knew it, Lion had knocked the guy out.

He celebrated, Stan erupted in joy. And you? You just smiled.

Your eyes met across the crowd, and Lion gave you the best smile you could receive that night—already knowing just how long the night would be from here on out.

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: god forgive me but after this i will never see a cherry lollipop like the same again, oh heavens this fertile mind of mine will condemn me to hell (if it really exists :)

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yuri-is-online · 10 months ago

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Ace being so down bad for Yuu is funny. I love to bully this ginger mtf.

Imagine this dude has the perfect plan for a date and successfully asks Yuu out. And Grim hears it and now wants to join, and because Grim is an unmovable object when it comes to food, he gets included.

Another is the classic “Hey Ace, want a date?” He hears it wrong and without thinking he just says “Yes” And Yuu gives him a date, the little fruit thingy.

Grim is laughing cuz he doesn’t want his henchman to date Ace, he can’t pay the Tuna tax.

But the others have to hold back Sebek from yelling it at the top of his lungs, cuz this crocodile is getting tired of these situations.

IMAGINE IN HIS DREAM YUU AND HIM ARE DATING AND YUU CALLS HIM SWEETHEART OR SMTH.

“Why was my henchman calling you sweetheart?”

“How about we stop talking for a little while?”

aceyuu, best worst kept secret of NRC, has left 3 dead and 1 injured tonight after local crocodile fae had an accidental discharge of his unique magic

"They deserved it." He is reported to have said at the scene. "Seriously, is no one else tired of this? This is absolutely disgraceful behavior for people Lord Malleus respects!"

"He's not wrong but he still shouldnta hit em that hard." An onlooker who requested to stay anonymous said. For NRC news, this is Octavinelle Resident C.

I think there's a chance Ace might be Heartsabyul's dorm leader in his dream. He mentions wanting to be once or twice, and he clearly wants to surpass Riddle (it's his way of showing respect), I wonder if Yuu would be in his dorm in his dream?

He's the Queen of Hearts now after all, and you're his lovely little king all dressed up and sat by his side to preside over the Unbirthday party. It's weird to see how... normal he is while talking to you. No power tripping, still a tease here and there but nothing as loudly in denial as what you're used to. He even winks at the dream you when he turns to try and eject you and Silver from his court.

"You've got this, sweetheart!" The dream Yuu cheers and the real you looks at the ground because it is suddenly just that much more interesting.

Grim is never going to let either of you live this down.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader

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xavsua · 1 month ago

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( ♡ ) MON CHÉRI - NAGI. S & KOZUME K. 2.

WHERE IN # you're unfortunately best friends of two gamers who have beef with eachother.

kenma and nagi had history with eachother but not like those relationships and ex thingys, just straight up beef with eachother.

it all started in a grow a garden, a supposed peaceful game it was until kenma pulled out the a big ahh fruit with lots of enchantments that cost billions (easy explanation if yall don't play it)

[nag1zsei] : my candy blossom/plant bigger than that and more expensive.

[k0zum3ken] : sybau no one cares

anddd that's how the beef sparked. the two somehow keeps finding themselves in every game and server.

but how did they meet you?

( KENMA KOZUME )

he's your classmate and childhood friend who you met through kuroo. you found him interesting to his love to video games.

it was useful knowing he can help you in every game you wanted to play such as [favourite game]

"ken! look what i got!" you immediately went to him when you saw him near the gym.

you showed him your new switch, and the games in it.

"of course, I'll play with you."

( NAGI SEISHIRO )

meeting was quite a bit interesting, you met him at some point in highschool, just some sport fest competing with eachother.

you were playing final fantasy 7 on your switch while waiting for kenma and kuroo to finally finish some practice before match.

nagi and Reo were passing by, but reo stopped walking after taking a glance at the screen.

reo nudged nagi who was also looking, "hey, isn't that the game you've been talking to me about?" reo whispered.

"yeah." before reo could even start talking to you nagi was already seated next to you, "hey, you're battling that guy wrong."

nagi gave you a full on tutorial while reo was sharing some stories to you.

"you should come to our school."

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im so happy w this and pt likeee if i managed to think a scenario (it'll take a day or more)

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msgexymunson · 2 years ago

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Forbidden Fruit

Description: The newest object of your affections happens to be Eddie; your father's closest friend!

A/N: this is just smut personified and I ain't even sorry. Enjoy it with caution, hells saving a mighty fine warm spot for you ;).

Warnings: age gap, Eddie's in his forties, reader implied 20s. Voyeurism, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (wrap the thingy, trust me I'm old)

5k words

Masterlist Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Delicate fingers are slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts. You stroke at your soft skin, running in teasing patterns. Your body begins to react to your secret touches, downy hairs starting to stand on end as your skin prickles with sensation. Then your hand drifts lower, lower, until it meets your pubic hair. Massaging your breast with your other hand you try to relax and empty your mind, just focus on the feeling. Not that it works. All you see when you close your eyes is Eddie.

This is wrong. So fucking wrong. He was at least 20 years your senior. Hell, he was one of your father's closest friends. It may as well be forbidden. He probably thinks of you more like a daughter than a lover.

You couldn't help it though. Recently he was just looking so damn fine. You're not sure if it was just him getting better with age, or you growing up and appreciating the man in front of you. Either way, woof.

Your fingers find your clit as you think back to earlier today; the events of which hadn't been much help in quenching your mounting feelings. It had been a lovely day, the sun was beating down and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Eddie and your father had teamed up to do some of the yard work. Eddie was always on hand to help with any manual labour, or to fix things. He was really very good with those hands.

Well, it was a beautiful day, so sunbathing seemed perfectly acceptable behaviour, and not an excuse to be in the yard at all. Nuh uh. You'd headed outside in your skimpy red bikini, book in hand, and laid on a lounger keeping one eye on Eddie.

God, he'd looked particularly good today. His hair was grasped in a messy bun with a shock of grey and white visible through it. His stubble looked a few days old, peppering his chin and sharp jaw. Those eyes of his sparkled, a deep chocolate brown you wanted to dive into. Jeans clung to his muscular thighs, only wearing an old wife beater on top, showing off his tattoos and chiselled arms. There was a brief moment when he'd lifted up his vest to use it to wipe the sweat from his brow. Abs had gleamed in the midday sun, flexing and taunting you on purpose, or at least it had felt that way.

When your father had gone inside to grab them both a beer, Eddie had sauntered over to you and crouched right by your lounger. You had done everything you could to keep your face neutral, even though your head was screaming and flinging its metaphorical hands in the air.

"Hey sweetheart."

The gravel in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Hey Mr Munson." You responded, trying to keep your eyes on your book.

"How many times I gotta tell ya? Call me Eddie."

You glanced over and saw a slow grin creeping across his face, as he eyed you up and down. Is he checking me out?

Tearing his eyes away, he spoke again.

"So, where's the little boyfriend today?"

"What? Oh, him. We broke up. He was… selfish" you reminded yourself of all those disappointing encounters, flicking through your mind like a magazine of the mundane.

His grin widened at that.

"Oh, that's such a shame."

He sounded so sincere, but that smile of his was certainly telling a different story. You found yourself looking at the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned. Probably thought he wasn't good enough for me, just like father said.

It was like he'd read your mind.

"He wasn't good enough for you anyway."

"You think?"

He'd leaned into you, as if telling a secret. You could smell him, lingering sweat, aftershave and cigarettes. Drawn to him, you'd sat up and moved a little closer. His words were a whisper in your ear, his hot breath on your neck making your heart beat just a little too fast.

"What you need is a real man."

Mouth falling open, you snapped your head to face him. A quick wink and he was back on his feet, smiling at your father who had just returned from the kitchen. He had walked off without a glance back.

You press your clit harder at the memory of his words, your other hand snaking its way into your top to tease at your hardened nipple. A real man.

Was he talking about himself? Or had he just been teasing you for your taste in boys? Either way, his words had made you wet, your thighs clinging together in supplication.

Fuck it. If he was on your mind you may as well lean into it. Your thoughts wandered, making up scenarios in your head, thinking of those thick fingers replacing yours. Your speed on your clit doubles, thighs squeezing together. It still wasn't enough. There wasn't enough pressure.

Pulling your hand away in a huff, your eyes land on a cushion on your bed. Hmm, now that just might do.

Clambering to your bare knees, you straddle it, positioning the seam to sit just where you needed it.

Now, this was better. You could almost imagine him underneath you as you humped at his impressive length. You assume he had a huge cock. Well, he did in your fantasies anyway. Pulling your top off and away, you tease at your sensitive nipples, one hand keeping the cushion in place.

So close, you were so close. The warm feeling was pooling in your belly, your clit humming with desire. Scrunching your eyes shut and whimpering, a particularly good rub had you moaning out "Eddie!"

Unfortunately, you had failed to hear the approaching footsteps.

"Yeah sweetheart?"

Frozen, you can only watch in abject horror as your bedroom door swings open and the object of your fantasies is standing in the door frame.

"Oh shit, I thought- did you just say my name?" He seems split between looking away and getting an eyeful.

Grasping the bed sheet you quickly cover up your bare chest, cheeks burning scarlet.

"Sorry." He adds, looking you up and down one last time, and finally swings the door shut.

Well that's it, now I need to move to a different state. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Hey, honey, come hear a sec!" Your mother's voice, ringing up the stairs. Trying to get the blood to diffuse from your cheeks with sheer force of will, you hastily scramble to put your top back on.

"Coming!" You shout back. Well, you nearly had. So fucking close.

Making your way downstairs past the bathroom you see your parents arm in arm, Eddie spread out on one of the bar stools in the kitchen. Practically feeling his grin from here, you focus on your parents.

"We're going out to dinner hon. Mr Munson here, well he was going to have a look at the cable. I can't get the damn thing to work. Sure you don't mind Eddie? Ain't you got somewhere else to be?" Your father looks towards Eddie with his question.

"Nope. Completely free. I'm sure I can fix it."

"Thanks buddy, you're a lifesaver. Hon, can you look after him? Make sure to give Mr Munson anything he needs."

Cheeks flaring again with heat, you mumble out your agreement.

"Thanks sweetie!" Your mother adds, planting a peck on your cheek. Then, they leave. It's just you and Eddie.

He begins to walk towards you. The walls suddenly seem too close, your skin itchy, hairs standing on end. He stops in front of you, too close for comfort. A rough hand reaches to you and you flinch. He quickly pulls it away.

"Well, better fix the cable." He smiles at you, and turns on his heel to the TV room, leaving you staring at his retreating ass as he leaves.

Maybe he's not going to mention it?

The thought seems too good to be true. You turn to leave, back the way you came, but a strange force is pulling at your gut. Pretty soon you're standing in the door frame of the TV room, staring at Eddie's ass as he bends to look at the cable box.

Fuck, that perfect ass.

He must have changed from earlier. Maybe he'd had a shower? He certainly smelled good. Staring at his back you notice his hair looked damp.

OK, so, ignore what happened. Eddie seemed to be. Act natural. Be a good host.

"Eddie, do you want a beer?"

He doesn't bother looking back, but you hear his deep voice say, "sure thing sweetheart."

Making your way back to the kitchen, you grab a beer for him and one for yourself, to steady your nerves.

Placing it on the coffee table, you let him know it's behind him, as you swig your own.

"Could you come down here sweetheart? I need a hand."

You fall to your knees beside him.

"Show me your hands?"

Confused, you hold your palms up.

"Perfect, tiny hands. Here." And he grasps one, swallowing it up in his large palm. The skin on skin contact is a shock to your system.

He pulls your arm gently.

"There's a cable right there, can you reach that?"

Sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, you extend your arm, reaching into the gap he couldn't quite hit.

"Got it."

"That's it. Good girl." You suck in a sudden breath at his words, warmth simmering in your core. Eddie doesn't seem to notice.

He's adjusting some other cable, moving the network box to a better position as you stare at the veins in his neck.

"So, did you finish?"

"Huh?" Confusion floods your face as you scrunch your eyes at his words.

"Earlier, when I walked in. Did you finish?"

Your mouth hangs open. He mentioned it so nonchalantly, not even gaining eye contact. You're so shocked that you answer him without thinking about it.

"N-no."

"Shame."

What sort of alternative reality is this?

"OK, can you feel my hand? Give me that cable."

You pass it to him wordlessly, fingers brushing his ever so slightly.

"There. Should be fine now. Try the remote."

Turning the TV on, it does indeed work. You switch it off as Eddie sits back on his heels.

"It just wasn't wired correctly. Easy mistake to make. So, you need a hand?"

"Huh?" You sound out doltishly as he swigs his beer.

"Seemed like you could do with some help earlier is all."

Swallowing hard at his words, you feel your thighs clench and your heart race.

"Eddie, what are you saying, exactly?" Words spilling out a lot calmer than you felt.

"All I'm saying is, you looked like you could use some help. I reckon I could help you out. A lot more than a cushion, anyway." He says, a slow smile spreading over his face making your knees want to melt.

You stare and stare, momentarily lost for words.

"Come on sweetheart, there's a reason why you were moaning my name. We need to get whatever this is out of our system. "

You will your legs to move, to flee. They don't. They have their own agenda it seems, taking a shaky step towards him, and another. He's still kneeling on the floor, a slight smirk pulling at his face as if he has all the time in the world.

Your knees do buckle then, under the weight of his words, as you mirror his position. There's a slight gap between you, but you're closer than you think you ever have been. The air between you seems to hum with desire, an electric current buzzing back and forth.

Reaching out with hesitant fingers, you finally close the distance, resting your hand softly on his knee.

"I'm- I'm sorry that I, erm, said your name, it's so damn embarrassing-"

"Don't be sorry," he responds, his giant hand coming to rest over yours sending your pulse into overdrive, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Really?" You can't help the disbelief dripping all over your tone.

"You're kidding right? I've been fuckin' hard for the last hour, I'm sure it's not healthy."

You giggle into your hand at his confession and move to look down, but his hand is on your jaw then, pulling your chin up.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you know. We can just forget all this and I'll leave."

His stare is firm and sincere, but there's an undercurrent of need behind those eyes, one that's making the pulse between your legs hammer out a tattoo on your insides.

Before it even registers in your head, you're the one pushing toward him, drawn in by that stare. Your lips are crushing against his when you realise you had taken the leap and kissed him. Eddie's hand presses into the small of your back, pushing you bodily against him, the other snaking into your hair. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue begins to slide against yours. Never had a kiss felt so good, so sordid. You wrap your arms around his middle to steady yourself as he explores your mouth greedily.

A slam of a car door snaps you back to reality; pushing your body off him hurriedly you look around with wild eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's OK. It's not them, it's too early for that."

You stop and listen, and realise he's right.

"Sorry."

"Hey, it's OK." He smiles, flooding your tummy with warmth.

"You wanna go and get comfortable, sweets? We can, well, just this once."

You nod and stand up wordlessly, leading him to your bedroom. Your pace is slow and measured as you walk up the stairs, belying the running commentary in your head.

Oh fuck, I can't believe this is happening. This is Mr Munson for fucks sake. Dad would absolutely freak. Oh fuck.

As you're closing the door, he's kicking his shoes off and sitting up on your bed. His rough demeanour and chiselled physique look so out of place, juxtaposed by the sweet pink bedclothes.

"Come here sweetheart, right here." He says, patting his lap. You move over to him, trying to work out exactly where he wants you.

"Knees either side, come on baby, I know you know how to straddle." His smile is dipped in sin, biting his lower lip slightly and flashing his teeth. You take a shaky breath and mount him, your thin sleep shorts barely covering your expectant pussy.

"Can you, um, take your jeans off?" You ask hesitantly, "I wanna feel you."

"Whatever you want baby, I'm here to help."

You sit awkwardly to one side as he wiggles his jeans off those perfect hips, giving you a teasing sliver of his lower abdomen to gawp at before he's gripping your hips forcefully and pushing your core down against his solid bulge.

"Hmm, nearly perfect," he says, giving you an appraising look.

"What's not right?" You feel your cheeks blush, waiting for him to point out some flaws you have.

"Well, I'm sure when I walked in earlier with you in this position you were topless."

An impossible amount of blood flushes your face, chest, neck. Eddie's thumbs trace calming circles into the flesh of your hips, catching the hem of your top and slipping just beneath.

Lifting your top up hesitantly, you move your arms up and away, discarding the clothing on the floor of your room.

Eddie's eyes are fixated on your nude breasts, letting out a slow breath. He holds your hips harder, fingers bruising into you.

"There. Perfect. You are perfect sweetheart. Such a good girl for me."

It's deeply pathetic, the noise that escapes your lips at his praise, but it serves to break the spell Eddie is under and forces him to look at your rosy cheeks and pouting lips.

"Fuck, you like that sweetheart?" He asks, large hands clinging to your hips, starting to grind you back and forth. His breathing is laboured, as if he's trying to hold himself together.

"Yeah." You say back, voice small, hiding under his studious gaze.

"Don't go all shy on me now baby. This good, yeah?"

You nod, mewling at the sensation. He's rock hard, and just the feel of his solid dick rubbing back and forth, hitting your swollen clit with each pass has your head spinning. Just two layers, two layers of flimsy fabric lay between him and you. Between him entering you.

"Talk to me sweetheart. What do you need?"

His eyes are searching yours, so eager to make you happy.

"Please, please play with my nipples."

A rough hum rumbles from his throat, hands creeping up to your chest.

"So polite. Whatever you need sweetheart."

Taking over grinding over his member, you feel your skin thrumming, heat bubbling in your gut as his hands begin to trace over your curves. His thumbs graze the underside of your tits with confident movements. Expecting him to start pinching at your nipples, it takes you entirely by surprise when he leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking hard.

Whimpering quietly, you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to be quiet. It's like Eddie can read your fucking mind. Unlatching from your nipple, he grabs your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"I told you. Don't be shy. It's just you and me here. I want to hear you. Every whimper, every fucking moan. I'm committing this to memory, so make it a good one."

A watery grin unfurls over your face, eyes tearing up unexpectedly.

"OK Eddie."

"Good fucking girl."

"Oh God-"

Before you're done moaning at his words, his lips are immersing your nipple again, wet and warm and rough; as he pinches the other with hardened skin fingertips. A thick tongue darts out, flicking back and forth over the hardened nub.

"Oh Eddie, oh fuck!" Your moans are loud and unashamed, your hips frantically humping over his turgid cock, clit swollen, nearing on sore.

His breath diffuses over the sensitive skin of your breast.

"See that's it baby, I know, I know. Keep going, use me."

Chasing your release your movements become almost violent, hands grasping onto his wavy locks and tugging hard. He groans at that, almost a growl. Teeth scraping your aching nipple, he unlatches with a wet pop and instead bites into the joining spot between your neck and shoulder harder than anyone had done before. The act was bordering on feral. An animalistic gesture, sucking on your flesh as if he was sucking the orgasm out of you.

It was working. The low simmering in your gut had bubbled over, threatening to pull you under into the deep depths of pleasure. You let it, screaming out his name as you lost breath, quickly losing yourself in the gaping depths of your release.

Slowing your frantic rocking movements, you finally slow to a halt.

"Feel better sweetheart?"

You hum, fingers tracing over the muscles of his toned arms. Your pussy hasn't gotten the message however, clenching around nothing. Your walls are pulsing, wanting to clench onto something, anything.

"Yeah I'm good."

"Don't lie to me."

Gasping at his hard words, you look into his eyes.

"If you're done I'll leave-"

"No!" You shout, gripping him harshly,

fingernails embedding into his skin. This can't be over, not yet.

"See?" He laughs, almost mocking you, "if you need more, say so. I want to help you. What do you need?"

"I-" fuck why is this so difficult? "I need, I need something inside me."

"See? Was that so hard? You want my fingers baby? I'll make you come, as many times as you need."

You nod enthusiastically, slipping off his lap. He turns you to the side suddenly so your legs are draped over his. Firm, smooth strokes rub up, up, up your thighs making you quiver.

"Take these shorts off. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours."

Wiggling out of them, they land on the floor in a heap.

"Fuck. Spread your legs a little."

It isn't in you not to comply. Your knees fall open, entirely exposed.

"Well, look at you. Fucking perfect." A rough hand slots between your legs, two fingers rubbing the length of your pussy.

Leaning back on your hands, your back arches into his touch, hips moving upwards to meet each stroke.

"You really want this? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" His movements are tantalising and slow. Your body begs for more, more.

Nodding at him, you soon see it's not enough.

"Use your words sweetheart." Fingers whisper across forbidden skin, circling around but never touching your clit.

"Oh God please, please I need you, please fill me up!" All modesty forgotten.

"Fuck, yeah that's it, hmm" you feel his fingers swipe your wet lips, about to go deeper. Leaning forward, he angles his head towards your cunt, and spits, hard.

Holy fucking fuck.

That act had you clenching all over again, rocking into nothing.

"Oh she likes that! Dirty girl."

He smiles his approval and gathers your combined wetness, two fingers diving deep inside you. It's aggressive and rough and entirely what you've been craving.

"This what you wanted baby? My fingers filling you up? Fucking into your cunt?"

His words are filthy, switching something inside your head you weren't aware of until just now.

"Yeah, fuck please, stretch me out, I fucking need you baby, please please please!"

Your tiny hands are gripping onto him, desperately seeking him, digging into skin and flesh.

"Oh you are so hot. Keep begging, I like it." His salacious grin pours over his features, fingers working you roughly, nestling into a spot inside that had your toes curling. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, as his other hand slaps harshly against your thigh.

"I said beg."

His ministrations start to slow.

"No, don't stop! Please, oh fuck please, I need to fucking come Eddie!" Your eyes seeking his with a desperate gleam, toying with your features.

"Yeah, that's it sweetheart, fuck," and his hand lands a hard smack against the side of your ass making you shriek.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" His fingers continue, setting a brutal pace, each stroke reaching your g spot pathetically easily.

"Yeah, oh yes, for you I am."

A thick tongue runs up the side of your neck, pushing his fingers harder, deeper.

"Oh Eddie I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, don't stop!"

"Not stopping, not even if you paid me. Come for me sweetheart."

Your hips betray you, rubbing against his fingers as hard as they can, desperately seeking your second release.

They don't have long to look. Suddenly it bursts around you, popping in your head like a firecracker of feeling, pulsing out of you in waves. Your fingers wind into his hair once again as your orgasm floods your system, hands almost frightened of being swept away.

You knew he was good with his hands but fuck, his words were something else.

"Oh my God that was incredible." You stutter out, legs still trembling.

"I aim to please. You good now baby?" His fingers whispering over your arm, catching your nerves, making quivers run over and over you.

If I'm good, he's gonna leave, and that will be it. Fuck, just don't want it to be over.

"No. I need you to fuck me. Just this once. Please. I- I need you to cum inside me."

"Shit sweetheart, you want my fuckin' cock? How could I refuse such a sweet good girl."

Laying you down against your many pillows, he stands, ridding himself of his shirt and pants.

Oh fuck, just look at his cock.

It's swollen, throbbing against his slickened pubic hair, wetted by your own juices. Licking your lips impulsively, you spread your legs wide, wanting to guide his hips between yours.

"Fuck that's a pretty dick. So fucking big."

He looks at you, quirking an eyebrow.

Oh fuck you just said that out loud.

"Yeah? You want it? You want me?"

He's smiling, stroking at his throbbing length, making an emotion akin to jealousness bloom in your chest.

"I need you Eddie."

He climbs between your thighs again, letting another glob of spit fly from those perfect lips of his.

"Oh!" You moan eagerly, writhing beneath him.

"You are perfect, aren't you? Fucking filthy and ready for me." The head of his swollen member nudges your soft opening.

"I'm on birth control, please just fill me up."

"Oh fuck you're gonna make me bust if you keep on like that." The words are admonishing, but he sounds impressed.

His weight dips onto the mattress between your legs, making it sink dramatically. You grab his relatively narrow hips, your slender fingers forcing his body between yours. You need him inside you, now.

The fat, leaking head of his cock rubs against your intumescent lips.

"Fuck me Eddie, I need you, please fuck me!" You blabber, fingers flexing hard against his hard muscles.

The mushroom head of his turgid cock pushes against your sodden opening. It breaches you then, forcing its way into your soaking lips.

Pushing harder and harder into your deepest depths, you whimper, walls quivering around his fat length.

"Eddie, oh God Eddie!" Your moans are unrestrained and throaty, him rubbing against the spot that makes you wobble inside.

"You wanna come again? So fucking greedy sweetheart." You expect those words to have bite to them, but he's grinning, forehead nearly touching yours as he hikes your legs around his middle.

You hump at him recklessly, hips thrusting against his waist as hard as you can.

"Oh my fucking God, fuck!!"

You release hard, wetness squirting over Eddie's imposing length as you moan hard and loud.

"Hey honey, we're home!"

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Your eyes flick wildly to Eddie. It doesn't help that he seems amused, chuckling a silent laugh into your skin.

"I've, I've gone to bed, see you in the morning!" You cry out desperately, hoping to heaven, or hell, that they listen.

"Eddie fix the cable?" You hear your mom call out up the stairway.

"Yeah he's, he's really good with his hands!" You shout back, Eddie's body shaking with silent laughter over you, the arms caging your head trembling with barely contained amusement.

"Great news, night honey!"

You grip Eddie's shoulders as hard as you can as you listen for the minute changes in air. There it is, mother and father both going to bed.

"Fuck that was close." You huff, releasing your titanesque grip on his shoulders.

"But I'm not done sweetheart."

He thrusts hard and deep against you, his impressive member rubbing against that sweet spot yet again.

"Eddie, you can't, fuck-"

"Oh I can. You just need to shut up." He grins quietly, holding your body close to his.

"Oh Eddie, oh-"

"Shhh, fuck sweetheart, shut the fuck up." He whispers urgently into the skin of your neck. Your mouth forms a perfect 'o', wiggling against him ardently.

He releases his cum into you with a hard, shuddering thrust, throbbing and throbbing out of him. It pumps inside you, pushing you to the edge of coming yet again.

Eddie knows.

Grinning wickedly, he latches his teeth to your nipple again and sucks hard. Moments later you feel your release explode from your core, dampening your bed sheets in the process.

Thrumming against him, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, you manage to coax your breathing to a normal level.

"I hope that's everything you wanted sweetheart, 'cause it aint happening again."

Before you can protest, Eddie is leaving the warmth between your thighs and aiming for the window, so no one suspects what just happened between you two. A few sure movements and he disappears, however reluctantly, into the night. Leaving you huffing, and panting, and wanting.

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tom-is-online · 2 months ago

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what do you think each vbs member’s go-to tesco meal deal combination is

i thought way to hard about this, i need you to know that.

Kohane: chicken ceasar wrap, fruit pot, apple juice

An: BLT, pringles tub or peperami, oasis summer fruits

Akito: sausage roll, aero chocolate bar, lucosade/ tango orange

Toya: pasta pot thingy, tyrells crisps, iced coffee or literally just water

if anyone has any thoughts on this please lmk

#rorynni i need you to know i went into a tesco for this #im dedicated #tomisonline #project sekai #asks #prsk #shitpost #vbs #pjsk

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aimedis · 9 months ago

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porter & treasure headcanons 🧛💎

"i assure you, i see you perfectly.. i see you..."

porter loves treasure’s hands. he loves kissing each of their fingertips and knuckles, he loves when they run their fingers through his hair, he loves when they wave their hands around when they’re talking he loves them

porter feels his heart break whenever he sees treasure cry

and whenever treasure smiles, he falls apart

treasure loves hearing porter talk and vice versa

they’re both waiting on the other to make the first move to officially talk about their relationship status

treasure is prone to headaches and porter massages their temples for them when it gets bad, laughing when they pout up at him

treasure is also veryyyy clumsy. they're always running into shelves or tables or bumping their head. they always have random bruises and cuts without even realizing it (porter learned a little healing magic from sam for them)

while they reassure each other, treasure says how they feel bluntly and absentmindedly and it always catches porter off guard (cue treasure being confused as to why he’s blushing and stuttering)

at this point, porter rarely feeds off of anyone who isn't treasure

he feeds on them while they're reading or watching tv and it's genuinely a peaceful experience for them as much as it is a sexual one

treasure is terrified of spiders and other bugs. they'll be in another room screaming their head off and porter thinks they're getting murdered but it's just a tiny insect

he kills them without hesitation every time and carries them out of the room

treasure has porter wrapped around their finger and they have no idea

porter had a "never stay the night/wipe their memory" mentality before he met treasure. but he knew after talking to them for ten seconds that he was so fucked up over them idk if this has been proven non-canon before, i forgot

treasure has horrible eating habits and porter is always scolding them for it (he cooks for them every time he's over)

they watch horror movies together all the time and treasure screams and clings onto porter every single time

once, treasure's really bad friends tried to confront them about "leaving them for some guy" and they got really upset so porter took the phone from them and told said "friends" off

afterwards, they ranted and cried in his arms for hours

they've done the lady and the tramp eating the same spaghetti string thingy before and neither of them could stop laughing

porter cups treasure's cheeks everytime he kisses them

whenever treasure's sick, porter fusses over them like a worried mom (applies if they even have a slight sniffle)

they've never had an actual argument but they do bicker a lot about random little things that don't matter

they don't live together but porter is always in treasure's apartment, he might as well live there. he has clothes, a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and his skin/body care there alongside treasure's

treasure also goes over to porter's place sometimes, but both of their favourite is theirs

if asked, both of them will answer that yes, it is very much casual but they both know it's not

treasure kisses the tip of porter's nose a lot

porter has the most comfortable chest in the world and treasure loves resting their head on it

porter is a little secretive with the whole vampire thing at times and it bothers treasure a little but not enough to bring it up to him

however, he noticed they were being pouty whenever he brushed their questions off and reassured them he'd tell them in good time which helped them feel better

porter cuts treasure's fruit for them because he doesn't trust them with a knife

treasure laughs their fucking ass off whenever porter says any british/"old time-y" phrase or pronounces something widely different from the way they do

treasure, because they're not used to being listened to, talks a lot around porter because he makes them feel heard and listened to

porter loves listening to them talk about any and everything. he loves their voice, especially when they're just rambling before they fall asleep and he can just hear as their words slow and start to slur before they knock out

treasure buys every little thing that they think porter might like to give to him

their song is bad habits by delaney jane

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted porter #redacted treasure #redacted asmr headcanons #redacted headcanons #kae's headcanons #this isn't as long as i've made the others but 😭#i don't know that much about them as opposed to the others #they only have like four audios so

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miumiubaek · 23 days ago

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stay n cook ~ chef!sukuna x wife!reader

grocery list

you walk around in the women's hygiene aisle trying to find your usual brand of pads, see its interesting to play hide and seek and look for products when they change up the layout of the store but you are annoyed today for no reason.

"sukuna i need an extra pair of eyes" yuji is giggling holding onto sukuna's hair, he is placed on sukuna's shoulders. "woah yuji you grew so much you're so tall" you gasp playfully making the boy blush. "i'm the tallest, more than you more than sukuna", he exclaims and you get on your tippy toes to try and pinch his cheek affectionately. sukuna being the menace he is also gets on his tippy toes making it hard for you reach yuji. "i will start climbing you like a tree sukuna", you whisper to him "i'd love that" he whispers back.

"ohh it must have been heartbreaking" you see an old lady smiling at you. "i'm sorry?" sukuna is offended thinking she has something mean to say. she points at yuji "so much pain carrying and birthing a child for it to look like a carbon copy of the dad and nothing like you huh" she pats your back before smiling warmly at yuji waving and walking away before you could deny sukuna laughs pulling you to the other side.

You forget what the lady said as you try to check and make sure you've got everything for sukuna's meal prep today. He does not do much meal prep he likes to prepare everything fresh but he makes all the bread for the week on sundays and pickles some veggies. You are standing next to the cooler in the produce section when yuji is running to you with tears in his eyes, his nose red. "sukuna will eat me", he cries into your chest when you pick him up, as you try to reassure him that nothing like that will happen the boy slowly calms down sniffling. Yuji stays in your lap hugging you throughout the car ride back home and even after going home he makes sure you are around the vicinity. You glare at sukuna who is eyeing yuji with a smirk. "stop it you are scaring the child", you slap his chest.

Later in the day sukuna is making you some cut vegetable salad thingy and his hands are all red from the beetroot. when you are busy with your laptop he shows both his hands dripping with red liquid to yuji before dramatically licking some "children's blood tastes so good", he says "hmm?", you don't pay attention to the pale kid sitting on the high chair staring between you and your monster of a husband.

"Sukuna why did you not get pineapples, i saw some good one's", you say taking a look at all the cut fruits for tomorrow. "are you not in the mood for peeling them?", you ask picking up yuji and walking closer to where sukuna is cutting up the meat. yuji shuts his eyes not wanting to let sukuna bully him more.

"no pineapples for some time", he says you roll your eyes. "bossy", you mutter walking away from him. yuji is so relieved when his dad arrives to pick him up because he does not know when his uncle might just start chopping him up into pieces. you go to open the door and right when yuji was ready to run behind you sukuna grabs him and puts him over his shoulder like a sack of baby potatoes. "remember what i taught you, say that exactly and i will not cook you", he warns and stops you from opening the door, his brother can wait. "yuji has something to say", he says looking at the little boy in his arms. "i'm bored playing with you", you gasp lightly, your hand to your chest - always the dramatic one, sukuna cannot help but roll his eyes. "i would love if there was a little baby around to play", he says in a rush before jumping out of sukuna's hands. you are stunned when sukuna opens the door, you send off yuji with a kiss on his cheek and sukuna whispers something in his ear making him giggle. you do not utter a word and rush to your laptop.

"honey", sukuna strokes your hair, you are lying on your bed that is the perfect size for you both, you made sure its not too big so you won't drift away from each other in your sleep. Your head is on his chest and you can feel his rythmic heart beating a bit faster now. "did i put you in an awkward position today? i'm sorry", he uses a finger to push your chin up so he can see your face. "no no its just that... i know we did not exactly talk about children but... what if i don't want any", you says your expression shows how nervous you are and sukuna chuckles. "more of you for me, i don't mind if you and me are the only people in the world", he says and your eyes well up. "but you like yuji" "i do, maybe that kid can stay", he says leaning down to peck your lips. "what the madam says goes, ok?", you melt in his touch and words. "maybe..." you hide your face in his chest. "we can try after this month", you say voice muffled. "he is surprised you can literally feel his heart skip a beat. "you are really ok with that? don't do it for my sake i hate children anyway i'm only doing it because its with you", he babbles but you pinch him to stop. "i want to.. really", he chuckles. "i have to add more fibre, calcium and iron to your diet he sits up and your head falls off his chest making you grumble. he leans over to his bedside table and takes out a small container. he slams it into your hand "two tablets a day, lets start with one and increase it to two" "what the hell is this", you read the label. Folic acid tablets. "when did you even get these? were you planning this?", you shout and he smirks "rights after the old lady called that brat our child, imagine me you and our baby girl going grocery shopping", he says with a sigh pulling you back to his chest and stroking your hair. "baby girl? like you know already", you raise a brow. "i know" "what if we have twins", you challenge. "two girls then", he says making you giggle.

you are both almost asleep when you suddenly remembered yuji's crying face. "kuna what did you say to yuji, why was he crying", you ask plopping your chin on his chest, so you can get a better look at his face. "we were in line, he heard my stomach growl and laughed at me, i just told him i'm hungry enough to eat a child and brat started crying, weakling", there is a grin on his face like he is reliving the exact moment. you slap his chest trying to control your laugh. "you're such a meanie, i hope our girls bully you", you say and sukuna sucks in a breath "i hope they do", he says and you can't help but kiss him crazy.

Masterlist

A/N: chef!sukuna is so juno by sabrina carpenter coded

Any suggestions or ideas please leave them down i would appreciate it alot

#sukuna ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #chef! sukuna #sukuna fluff #jjk fluff #sukuna x you #Spotify

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