#like the ya i’ve read is good it’s just not..... stuff i feel the need to revisit after having read it once

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HIGH HEELS - ryomen sukuna.

౨ৎ — about. “sukuna knows those heels, he’s pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much.” as rough and rugged as he may seem, ryomen sukuna lives to see his girl happy. he loves to see her smile. he loves to know she feels as good as she looks…but when you end up looking a little too good in a certain pair of heels, he can’t be blamed for making you late for a dreaded dinner... ( 6.2K )

౨ৎ — warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, pwp — video banner. modern!au, rich girl!au, forbidden romance, reader has sisters, degradation, praise, pain play, fingering (f!receiving), exhibitionism, slight!daddy kink, hold the moan, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), cum play, creampies, modern bf!sukuna, rich girl fem!reader.

౨ৎ — things to note. haii everyone ! it’s been a while since i posted a longer fic so im excited. this was supposed to be a thirst lol. i’m just testing the waters with my version of modern bf!sukuna ! many thanks to @yennified for the ask that inspired it all. i’d like to thank everyone for their patience ‘n i hope you enjoy mwah mwah <3 - m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

“we’re going to be late, hot stuff.” 

“no we’re not, ryo. give me five minutes! i just need to —“ 

if there’s one thing ryomen ‘sukuna’ itadori had  learned from dating you, is that time management was never and never will be your strong suit.

if the phrase fashionably late could be embodied as a person, sukuna believes that it would definitely take the shape of you. you and your beautiful brown eyes that plead with him to give you a moment not even five minutes before you leave the house for dinner reservations. you and your sinful curves only accentuated the silk slip dresses you spend so long steaming before sukuna takes you out for the night. you and your perfect lips that have to be painted with the right gloss or lipstick to match your nails, purse and heels. 

all of you, and your beauty, make up the meat and bones of the phrase ‘fashionably late.’

just like right now, where you sit reapplying your hot chocolate lip gloss, perched on the edge of the luxurious king sized bed you’d demanded be in your hotel room. a room booked by your father for a family-oriented get-away. sukuna hadn’t wanted to come, as a man from humble beginnings, using your daddy’s money wasn’t something that he favoured — but the man liked to see his girl happy. sukuna lives to make you happy, even if he won’t admit it. 

“do ya really need five minutes to fix your lip gloss?” the pink haired man chides, sweeping a hand through his rosette locks in the mirror as he re-enters your bedroom. “i’ve seen you do it in less, gorgeous,” blood red eyes are quick to place you in the centre of the room — they never stray from you for too long, sukuna will always find you in a room no matter how busy or bare it is. your presence fills him with love and brings him comfort, even if he refuses to accept that as his truth. 

there’s a coldness to the look you give him over your compact mirror while you rub the swell of your lips together, spreading the pigment across them easily. it’s a warning not to rush you, a warning to your boyfriend who knows better. “i said, i need my five minutes.” 

ryomen drops the topic with a shrug, fixing his silky tie at the collar of his dress shirt — the one you’d so carefully picked because it matches the deep tone of his eyes and the colour of your slip dress. a mark of possession on your part. once he’s done, he takes to packing your designer clutch with all of your essentials from the dresser — blotting powder, your purse, any silver jewellery you’ll want to put on in the car. he slips on a couple of expensive rings to match with you too.

sukuna is more prepared for this dinner with your insufferable relatives than you are. he knows that tonight will be about your little sister and the rich lord she’s bagged as her boyfriend along with how soon they’ll be getting married. or it’ll focus on your older sister and her marriage that she’s trying so hard to keep together, despite it clearly falling apart. both of your siblings seem to think that they’re above you and your brooding, misunderstood boyfriend. 

but you don’t believe that. 

and you like to rub your love for one another in their bitter faces. 

“pretty girl,” sukuna purrs, his chest rumbling with affection once he takes note of your heels discarded to the side. their silver sparkles glint under the warm embrace of the lighting up above. sukuna knows those heels, he’s pulled them off of you a million times before during a haze of lustful kisses and sly touches. they’re expensive too — he has no idea why the sight of them turns him on so much. “if you don’t hurry up, we won’t be able to brag to your bitchy sisters about how in love we are.”

by no means is sukuna a man of weak resolve. his will is as strong as his exterior — coated in the scars of his rough past like the thick black tattoos that ink his arms. he remains strong in every scenario except for ones that concern you, one look from you and you’ve got that mountain of a man crumbling like an avalanche and falling to his knees. you cast your boyfriend an amused gaze, smacking your lips as you watch him sink to his knees before your very eyes. 

once again, your man takes the hint — thick fingers reaching for your glittery red bottom heels on the floor before he brings them up to the soles of your feet without a word. “you know how much i love the sound of that, ryo,” comes your dark hum, the colour of your eyes dimming with a desire ryomen sukuna knows all too well. “but i don’t see an issue with looking good while i do it.” 

“you’re right,” sukuna quips in a husky tone, taking one foot and slipping one of your expensive shoes onto it. “who cares if we’re late to meet your sisters. as long as you feel as good as you look — i couldn’t give a fuck.” his thick fingers that know the twitches and ticks of your body oh-so-well reach for the straps of your heels and slowly begin weaving them around your ankle, upwards. 

his blood red eyes remain hooked on your exposed thighs and supple skin, littered with a beautiful array of marks and scars from over your years of existence. some from before you even knew of ryomen, others from during your time together. “do you think i look good, baby?” you ask him innocently, leaning back on the bed with the palms of your hands lost in the whipped peaks of expensive cotton sheets — most exclusively found in this five star hotel. 

sukuna grins in that slow and sexy way which makes your stomach lurch with lust, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. “fuckin’ gorgeous, they’ll be shakin with rage.” he says, praise melting on the tip of his tongue. his words, in a symphony syllables, are accompanied by an undercover tune of desire — sukuna is a hungry man with little patience and a big appetite. once he’s settled on something, he’s damn sure to get it. 

tonight; his prey is you. 

the hulking man with the contrastingly soft pink hair bends at the neck to press a chaste kiss to your knee cap, smoothing the rough surface of his palms and workman’s hands over your doughy thighs — massaging you, easing any knots and tension beneath the top layer of your warm skin. his lips, only slightly chapped, curl upwards with a knowing smile when you let out a pleased chirp. sukuna’s hands work wonders on your body — causing your mind to drift away from the family dinner that awaits you. 

tonight; you could very well fall victim to the claws and fangs ryomen sukuna possesses.

kisses quickly become open mouthed and wet, hot and slippery over your flesh — and soon, sukuna adds teeth to the mix once he reaches your inner thighs, littering the area with deep shades of purple and midnight blue. he had no intentions of ravaging you like this, at least not so soon, but with a woman this irritable and fiery and troublesome on his arm how could he not? they say that you attract what you put out and the mirthy look in your eye, hidden between beautiful brown flecks of innocence, tells sukuna that you’re exactly what his guarded soul has been looking for all of his life.

his pulse quickens beneath the calcium cage of his chest — heart beat rising as you allow his curious lips and pink fluffy hair begin to disappear under the silky fabric of your figure-hugging dress. sukuna can practically taste you, the air underneath your skirt is dewy and warm and your flavour (that he knows oh so well) lingers within its particles.

god, he wants you so bad. he doesn’t even care how this may look. 

a man like him on his knees, ready to worship you as if you spout riches and bleed liquid gold. 

except you do, you’re worth more than sukuna could ever hope to be. the weight of your net-worth unfairly tips the scales and he doesn’t even care. all because he loves you. 

“why’re we even goin’ to this stupid dinner in the first place?” your rough and ragged boyfriend ponders out loud, with his words slipping over the edge of his sneaky snake's tongue. said tongue, if ryomen inches forward enough, could drag over your budding clit — clearly outlined through the barely-there crotch of your lace panties. “spend the night with me, doll. don’t gotta go a place…” a thick finger pulls the string of fabric away from your sticky slit, toying with the material until your premature arousal glazes his fingertip. 

but before the man can reward himself with the goods between your perfect thighs — the sharp point of your heel digs into ryomen’s firm right pec. your shoes are clean so they won’t leave a mark, but he feels like you’ve left one on his heart, even as the bottom of your shoe pushes him back and away from your warmth. 

“oh ryo, you must be hungry for the wrong thing,” you laugh breathlessly with your head tipping backwards, the sound shooting straight down to the hardness beneath sukuna’s black slacks. you push at him further until he rests back on his haunches — expression crazed and like a starved animal. “you forgot the other shoe, love.” 

it turns out, you’re just as skilled a huntress as sukuna is. a vixen who stalks her prey and makes them beg for all her mercy. “how careless of me…” the man drawls, finding himself drawn to you like a moth to a candle’s flame. he craves your attention, he basks in it when you give it to him in the way that you do now. there’s not a moment where you’re not looking at him, admiring the shape and form of your man as if he’s the rarest piece of art in the world or a treasure more expensive than any diamond. 

within the depth of those enticing brown eyes lay the truest form of love — even when you’re seconds away from devouring each other, your love for ryomen outgrows any doubt planted in your heart by your bitter family. 

“y’must be so disappointed in me…” he goes on, lifting your second ankle in one hand and adjusting your foot into the perfect position to slip your other heel on.  “how can i make it up to ya, gorgeous?” sukuna’s voice is gravelly, laced with intonations of neediness as he laces you up and finishes the job with a hand clasped over your knee. “i’ll do anythin’, anythin’ you want.”

graciously, you remove your red bottom from his shoulder and part your knees like the Red Sea — giving the older itadori the perfect view of the small string of fabric nestled between your glistening folds. even with the way you play coy, you’re always ready for him — as if it’s coded into your DNA to yearn for his touch. 

the upper row of your teeth sink into your shiny bottom lip as you look down at your man with unadulterated hunger. “anything, ryo?” 

sukuna’s chest rumbles (like a storm) with pride, his watchful gaze noting how you twitch and writhe for more. he leans forward and lets his black painted nails sink into the surface of your thighs — dragging you towards his awaiting mouth. “anythin’ for you gorgeous.” he repeats, voice raspy. in one swift movement, your red-bottom heels are swung over wide shoulders with thick muscles, keeping you nice and spread for him. 

from over your barely-there-panties, a finger glides through your glistening pussy lips and presses into your budding clit just to get a reaction out of you. a squeak that makes sukuna’s hips buck into the floor and a full body shiver that has your heels knocking behind the man’s head. arousal pearls on his fingertip through the material, which he leisurely rubs into the rest of your heated and throbbing sex, right down to your quivering hole. 

two fingers with polished black nails slip past your underwear’s waistband and dip inside of you with practised ease, instantly curling to find that special spot that drives you up the wall. sukuna knows you well, he’s spent years getting to that point. he’s committed every little detail there is to know about you to memory — the your lashes flutter when you like how he touches you, the way your throat bobs just before you mewl out his name. he knows exactly what you like and how to make you feel good. that fact drives sukuna into a frenzy.

his fingers start to work you faster, a lewd suctioning sound echoing throughout the luxurious room the deeper they plunge into you. sukuna’s thumb deliciously rolls over your swollen clit to add to your mounting pleasure, writing the signature of his claim on one of the most sacred parts of your body — where no other person can have you. 

“ryomen!” you squeal in surprise, your shaky thighs threatening to close around your boyfriend’s skilled hands. your hole clenches around his thick digits feverishly while drooling directly into the seat of his rough palm.

a resounding chuckle echoes between your legs, vibrating against your syrupy sex as his pink head of hair disappears beneath the hem of your silken skirt. “that good, huh?” comes his lazy reply to your call of his name, using his fingers to fuck your arousal back into you. “what’s the matter, pretty girl?” 

condescension twists with your boyfriend’s baritone voice, sending sparks of delight through your body like a thunder strike from zeus himself. when it comes to sex and pleasing you — sukuna is a god amongst mankind. the best you’ve ever had:

“don’t tease,” you growl out impatiently through gritted teeth, though your words melt into a whiny moan when sukuna easily bares down on your g-spot because he knows your squishy insides like the backs of his very hands. he finds it adorable when your face scrunches at the sensation of his cold, silver ring brushing up against your molten, sticky cunt and hums in content when you squirt a little bit for him in response. “we…we h-have plans for tonight!” 

“‘m sorry princess, didn’t know we were in a rush.” ryomen says smugly, leaning into the sinful scent of your sex as if he’s been bewitched. not even the sound of your silver gladiator heels knocking against one another behind his head can pull the man out of this reverie. despite your warning, your boyfriend figures that there’s still time to have his way with you, you don’t really care about being on time to meet your family and you hardly have the brain capacity to think about them right now.

not when you fall under the vicious waves of ecstasy and give in to your depraved lover. ryomen quickly has you drowning in pleasure as he finally takes the plunge and replaces his thumb on your clit with his lips wrapped around it. he sucks on the little nub from over your panties, tongue glazing the fabricated barrier with his saliva as he commits the taste of you to memory once again. 

your natural musk has sukuna drunk and high within seconds. you’ve got him returning to old habits and addictions he doesn’t have the strength to fight off. you’re bad for him and he knows it, but he can’t help but to make out with your clothed mound like it’s his life’s mission, mapping out the shape of your cunt through the stringy, soiled material. you ought to be embarrassed with the way you throb against sukuna’s eager lips as he buries his face further into your pussy. he inhales sharply, nastily, with his nose nudging against the sensitive treasure in circles — coaxing you open like a flower in the spring bloom. 

ecstasy decides to bloom within you too, evergreen roots taking residence deep within your chest and curling around your beating heart. your pulse quickens in anticipation, an intoxicating veil of covetous yearning shrouding your brain in darkness as the tip of sukuna’s tongue now begins to circle your tight little entrance. even with the fabric in the way, you greedily attempt to clench down on his predatory pink appendage and keep him locked inside your cunt — squirting small streams of your juices in the process. 

if your siblings could see you right now, how dirtily your man begins to ravage you just minutes before your family dinner while dripping on his tongue and the expensive bed daddy paid for, they’d be horrified. the sentiment strikes a pang of arousal in you, spreading to your boyfriend like a wildfire. 

and as ryomen hooks a finger around the soiled gusset of your panties to pull them down, you hardly find it within yourself to care about what your snotty sisters might think — not when you’re about to receive the best head and best orgasm of your life. 

“how d’ya wan’it?” instead of making a move to eat you out properly, ryomen takes two fingers and spreads your folds and exposes them to the blazing heat of his breath. exhaling through his nose next, he watches with blood red eyes as you twitch beneath his hold, dribbling liquid gold more than his mouth drools. “you’re so fuckin’ wet…all this from puttin’ on those pretty shoes?” your thigh shifts in response, heels clicking and back arches from luxury sheets crinkling under your back.

huffing impatiently, you send a threatening look down at your boyfriend despite how vulnerable you are to his torture teeth that could tear you apart in an instant. “ryo…your mouth,” you whinge, voice slipping into an almost babyish tone. despite your hard stare, your eyes are wet and wide like a prey animal watching its life go by right before it’s hunted or a deer in headlights, for that matter. “you promised you wouldn’t t-tease!”

“yeah, yeah, i know. ‘m sorry,” sukuna hums confidently, except he’s not really apologetic in the slightest — hardly doing his best to tame the uncomfortable yearning building up at your core. you’re a mess for him and he loves it, he’s entertained by the thought of you needing him so bad that it might kill you. he takes pride in knowing it’s not just him who feels this way. “thank you for tellin’ me, by the way. gonna use my mouth to fuck this pretty pussy til’ she’s creamin’ all for me,” he growls to you in a sultry tone, his aphrodisiac-like  words a breath’s width away from your sloppy mound — its timbre sound sending tremors of electricity through your swollen, unattended clit that convulses from the lack of attention.

nothing inflates ryomen sukuna’s ego more than the feeling of your sex throbbing against his face — juices glossing the plump swell of his lips as he wraps them around your puffy pleasure nub. his chest bristles as you open up for him like a flower in spring, the scent of your arousal acting like a perfume to him — the bee with the stinger of pleasure. he works his savage mouth along the length of your slit, as though he lacks the manners of a decently raised man, tongue prodding at your entrance just to be mean. after a while, sukuna stops sucking and making out with your dirty, creamy cunt to nip at your titillating folds, taking one between rows of sharpened pearly whites and gently pulling it away from you. 

at the abrupt feeling — you cry out hoarsely in a mix of bliss and surprise, taking a peek at the pink haired man between your spiked thighs with swimming vision. sukuna’s face is soaked, his angled jaw and cheeks and chin glazed in a layer of your slick as if he’s bitten into the ripest piece of fruit in adam and eve’s garden. the trail runs armously down and over his adam’s apple, coaxing your lover into eating you out properly this time. 

finally, finally putting his filthy mouth to good use.

“fuck, i love the way y’drool for me down here. got so much to give, don’cha gorgeous?” sukuna mewls into you whilst kitten licking your slit, drinking you in as though you’re a glass of water in an oasis of lust and sex. he chuckles happily at your dreamy sigh and circling hips that grind down on his face, tapping three fingers against your sticky pleasure bud lovingly. annoyingly ( but not without appreciation from you), sukuna takes it a step further by sloppily kissing you there. 

even with the time crunch, your pleasure takes priority. eating you out is like a reward for your man, it’s as though he was out on this earth by the gods purely to make you see stars. you feel lucky that he chose you out of all he could where he feels blessed to be the man you let touch you like this. 

“mmph, ryo… always g’na be wet f’you. for my man. only you get me this fucked up,” you drawl with a silky voice, making a show of tweaking your own nipples from over your dress for your boyfriend. with the slipperiness of a snake, your hands slide down from between the valley of your heaving breasts, over your clothed tummy ( that twists with knots of ecstasy ) and into the slicked pink locks that tickle your inner thighs. messing up his perfect look, you grip sukuna’s roots and tug on them forcefully — coaxing him further into the debauched realm concealed by the skirts of your dress.  

“princess…” ryomen lets out a pathetic, muffled groan — increasing the pace of the tip of his tongue as it lewdly flicks at your sex. “have you always had such a dirty mouth? what would yer daddy think?”

your head tips back at the new, gratifying sensation — ecstasy mounting in your lower tummy like bricks of a steady wall. “for as long as i’ve been yours,” comes your crazed and melodious laughter, only interrupted by pockets of squelching noises emitted from your squelching cunt. “oh baby…i don’t give a fuck about what my ‘daddy’ thinks. only you. let him stay mad — f-fuck! kuna!”

fuelled by the idea of pissing off your stuck up family, tattooed hands move to grip where your legs bend at the knee — pushing them back until your skirt rides up over your fleshy ass and your knees hit your shoulders and the soles of your shoes are able to lay flat against sukuna’s rippling back muscles. he hisses at the slight sting he feels from the pointed heel digging into his skin through his shirt, but it only fucks him up more. your pleasure is his pain, ryomen doesn’t give a fuck about anything else except for how good his girl feels. 

somewhere amongst the sweat soaked sheets your phone lets out a shrill cry — signifying a call from someone in your spoiled family. without sukuna’s command, you scramble through the sea of stiff fabric peaks and reach for the device, hitting the answer button before checking the contact. 

“h-hello?” you say in a poor attempt to speak clearly, stifling a deep moan. “speak of the devil and the devil shall appear…” comes your shallow whisper as you address your boyfriend. your chest grows sticky with perspiration beneath the bust of your dress — breathing uneven and heavy because of the way ryomen’s tongue wriggles past your tight little hole, squirming about against your lush walls to hit that special spot that has you screaming and seeing stars while on the phone to one of your relatives.

“excuse me, young lady?” it’s your father, much to sukuna’s dismay, his voice is irritatingly recognisable over the crackling of the line. of course he would find some way to unknowingly interrupt yourself and your loving, doting, disapproved boyfriend. “you were supposed to meet your sisters and i for dinner nearly forty minutes ago. where are you?” 

sukuna’s agitation shows with each wet kiss he aggressively places between your swollen folds, nasty and miscalculated whilst designed to leave you a shaky mess.“o-oh! hi daddy,” you emphasise the word, voice rising an octave until its light an airy. your swimming, doe eyes lock with crimson ones that bore into the depths of your soul from below — taunting and testing the pink haired man’s patience. “‘m getting ready. don’t you want me to look pretty?” 

the silky lilt to the tail end of your words causes sukuna to growl against your pulsating, temperate mound while his fingers yank you down onto his handsome face by your meaty thighs. eagerly, your hips canter down to match the stride of his tongue stroking your pretty pussy as though you’re riding his aching cock to your heart’s content. his tongue fills you up almost as good, warmly slipping and sliding over pleasure spots only he can reach. 

he kitten licks and sucks and bites at your raw sex like a wild animal, loudly moaning into you with every roll of your cunt over his face. you taste like heaven, the flavour almost angelic on his tongue. sukuna feels like a sinner with a greedy craving for more and if you cared just a little bit, you might have been concerned about your father catching the lascivious sounds from between your thighs over the phone. 

“i’m past the point of caring about how you present yourself at dinner,” your father says your name stern and low — talking to you as if you’re a child and not the woman you’d grown into. “your sisters are ravenous, they flew all the way into the country for this. don’t you think that they deserve an ounce of your time?” 

losing yourself to the danger of it all, you chuck your phone to the side after putting it on loud speaker. your lover targets your prominent, adorable clit again, the tip of his tongue rolling it in large circles until you’re close to tearing the sheets from the bed. you try your best to contain the scream building up in your throat, but sukuna has never made it easy for you to keep quiet. 

“mph…fuck!” 

“young lady! watch your mouth!” your father scolds you, still blissfully unaware of the fact that you’re getting tongue fucked by the man he hates all the way up to cloud nine. “i bet that good for nothing scoundrel has put you up to this. i keep telling you, no daughter of mine should be with a man like that. where is he? he’s the one making you late.” 

“actually, dad, sukuna’s been a good boy. sitting all handsome in those suits you like. i’m the one making…oohhh…m-making us late!” cruel carmine eyes flutter at your generous praise, lovesick as a sunburn like blush spreads over the bridge of sukuna’s nose from how desperate he is for you. if you tried your hardest to listen in over the wet sounds of your cunt being sucked on for dear life, along with the shaky delectable laments your lover lets out, you might be able to hear the sound of a zipper going down or the slickness of sukuna’s hand around his meaty shaft as he jerks himself off. no longer able to fight off his desire for you. 

your stomach flips at the sight and the pleasure mounts with your impending high, dainty fingers beginning to tug and twist at sukuna’s blushing pink hair. his pain is your pleasure.

“you’ve lost your mind, i didn’t raise you to be like this.” 

“you hardly…hardly raised me at all,” the words feel tacky in your mouth, as if it’s been stuffed with cotton that sucks up your saliva. it doesn’t help that your voice begins to waver too, reaching whistle tone notes. 

ryomen sukuna doesn’t know what’s hotter, the fact that you’re so easily able to sass your rich, douchey father or the fact that you’re letting him give you head while on the phone. “shit,” he curses as low as possible, using one had to smooth the pad of his thumb over the slit in his cockhead — smearing the precum that beads there over the sensitive flesh. his kiss swollen lips part from your sweet sex for only a moment to taunt you. he remains connected to you by a single rope of clear elixir that leaks from your precious little hole. “god, gorgeous. you’re fuckin’ drenched…all from talkin’ back to daddy, huh?” 

a lewd and sacchariferous mewl rumbles from deep in your chest as it rapidly rises and falls. it’s all too much for you to keep up with, you’re way too dizzy and it’s only made worse when sukuna bobs his head between your quivering legs so that his fat tongue drags through the entirety of your ravaged pussy lips. 

“holyfuckingshit!” you shoot the man a  glare once you remember where you are and who you’re on the phone to.

ryomen offers up a cocky smirk as his excuse before delving beneath your silken skirts once more, though it does nothing to mask how turned on he is — squeezing the base of his drippy shaft to stop himself from cumming too soon to the sight of you. 

you try not to forget the presence of your father again, it would be hard to, since he’s insistent on betraying you down the phone. “speak back to me again and i’m cutting you off. starting with cancelling the card you and your mangy boyfriend live off of.” 

“do it, i dare you.” you somehow manage to snap back, jolting at the sensation of sukuna’s razor sharp teeth grazing your clit. he hisses deliciously against your sex as your heels cut pretty crescent moons into his back. “i-i wonder what mom would have to say about it if you…if you did!” 

silence echoes down the line, broken by small pockets of your boyfriend slurping on your folds like a man starved. slurps that you’re just so blessed to be able to hear. you should feel ashamed instead of hungry, doing nothing to tame the greedy beast inside you that craves more and more of sukuna’s attention on you. you must have lost your mind, for letting him eat you out so brazenly while you converse with your father on the phone. it’s so depraved, so dirty and yet you wouldn’t give this… give sukuna up for the world. 

you love him more than anything. love how he treats you like you’re the strongest person he knows whilst handling you as though you’re made of glass. you love how he gets off to you, dribbling thick white from the tip of his cock because you make him a mess enough to need to jerk off. you love how he pleasures you, his baritone laments and simpers muffled against your cunt sending fireworks up your spine and setting them off at your tailbone where your mounting pleasure lies. 

you love ryomen ‘sukuna’ itadori, and no amount of scolding from your father will ever change that. 

“just…just be here within the hour. please.” your father requests quietly. 

“see you soon, daddy,” you hang up the phone faster than a lightning strike, all of your composure flying out of the window with the last dial tone. “ryo, fuck! i’m close… gonna cum. please, hurry!”

“god you’re such a fuckin’ menace, hah, pretty girl?” your pink haired lover quips airily, his jaw tight from flicking his tongue against your sex in sync with his fist flicking around his throbbing dick, slinging precum about the place. he’s amused and love sick all at once, a feeling that was once foreign to ryomen before he met you. “gotcha so turned on by talking back to your dad, yeah? all while i ate this pretty fuckin’ pussy out… so nasty,” only sukuna could make you feel this loved while degrading you, the only man who’s ever been able to do so. none of them could come close to knowing your body like he does, the way you twitch when you’re close and start to pout like a spoilt brat when you’re frustrated from waiting for your orgasm.

sukuna takes the edge off by lifting a tattooed arm and slapping his hand down on the entirety of your cut — letting out a haughty moan at the sight of glistening droplets of arousal flying about the place while your heels drag down his back with delightful pain. you cry out, but your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you in seconds — soothing your poor pussy. “‘m so lucky to have you though, my nasty fuckin’ princess,” he mewls into you, using his tongue to bully your g-spot over and over and over while he fists his precum glazed cock into oblivion. “gonna make you cum, gorgeous girl. let you make a mess in my mouth, you want that?” 

“m-more than anything, ryo!” you wail, fighting back tears as you spew a fresh wave of your sweet nectar from your pathetic hole. you do have a dinner to get to after all, you should only be crying from one place. your cunt. the sound of said squelching cunt and your dulcet whines make sukuna’s balls twitch with a load he would only dedicate to you.  “i love you, love you s’much…love you,” 

the delirium starts to catch up with you, becoming too much to bare as you babble nonsense into the sex tainted air. you can’t hold back, some of your release already beginning to stream out of you. “‘m gonna cum, ryo…cum with me, please!” you squeal in warning, mere seconds before your body succumbs to sukuna’s eager tongue and the wrath of your orgasm. 

“love you too, s’much,” your glittery heels knock behind his sweaty mass of pink hair, cutting into his back as he walks you through it all. “f-fuck baby, that’s it,” he goads as you gush into his mouth like a tidal wave. you have so much to give, release trickling into his mouth, painting his cheeks and sliding down his adam’s apple in a viscous current. sukuna is swept away by the arousal in the air, drinking you in as he pumps his cock harshly and in tune with the way you weakly hump at his face through the aftershocks. 

pulling his sticky mouth away from your equally sticky sex, sukuna replaces his tongue with three of his fingers to your clit — coaxing you through the rest of your high as he draws random shapes on the puffy nub. “keep that orgasm goin’ for me, pretty princess, give it to me…give it t’me while i fill you up,” he rambles brainlessly, abruptly standing up as he fists his cock pulled out from the zipper of his dress pants — barely fighting back his own orgasm. “spread those fuckin’ legs, wanna cum inside.” 

“ryo!” 

“ahh, fuckin’…fuuuck!” in one swift move, your boyfriend slips his sensitive and bulbous cockhead past your quivering, orgasming entrance — shallowly thrusting into your tight heat as you spasm around him, before he’s thrown off the edge into his own high. “c-cummin’…” hot sticky ropes of white seed flood your womb, which sukuna keeps plugged into you as he folds you over — chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. your heels clink at the dip in his waist behind his back. you’re still cumming as languid thrusts smear your boyfriend’s cum against your rippling walls, but you’re content, breathing beginning to even out as you both come down from cloud nine.

still releasing in small spurts, ryomen slowly pulls out of you with soft kisses pressed to the side of your face. “sorry, didn’t wanna fuck up my pants before dinner,” he chuckles over the warm static spreading over your happy little brain. 

you offer him your own dopey laughter, remaining sprawled out underneath your hunk of a man. “so you decide to just jizz inside of me? you’re a class act ryo. what about my dress?” 

“first of all, you don’t like it when shit goes to waste ‘n second off all, i made damn sure that it stuck. your dress is fine, brat.” a chaste kiss is pressed to your nose as sukuna helps you sit up, double checking for any mess he might have left between your shaky legs. “let me clean you up, don’t want your dad findin’ out what we were really up to all this time.” 

“pretty sure he already knows,” you shrug, rolling your ankles as you lean down to fix a strap on your heel. “you’re a messy eater, ryo.” 

but before you can fix your shoe back into place, ryomen sukuna is already on it — adjusting the strap to sit comfortably on your leg before he stands again and retreats to the bathroom for a warm cloth to clean you up with. 

you watch with a smirk as he goes, admiring all of the little red marks on his shoulder blades you’ve left on him with your shoes. “then i guess i’ll have to use some fuckin’ table manners at dinner,” he remarks childishly. “but i can’t help how delicious you look in those heels, gorgeous.” 

and it’s true, you’re the only meal sukuna could ever want — especially when you leave your claim on him with high heels like that. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere. special thanks to @yennified for the ask below !

[miyaz6ki]

I just wanted to say I LOVE your Kinich stuff so much. It makes me so happy to see people paying attention to him! I’ve read through almost all your Kinich posts and honestly I think you have his personality spot on. I also love the little inclusions of Ajaw in some of the writings. Anywho I had a little idea I thought fit him and figured you might like it :D

Kinich using his skill to tie down an enemy in a fight and you can’t help but get a little turned on at the thought of him wrapping his vines around you and letting him do whatever he wants to your body. （≧∇≦）

I don’t know if you have an anon list but if would love to be a 👾🪼🎐 anon (you can pick which one)

welcome 👾 nonnie 💜

your eyes linger back to your lover's as you both fought together. you couldn't help but let your imagination run wild, your mind illustrating every little detail about that rope he used to transport dendro into to hit the enemies.

gosh, maybe if he weren't so hot... you could just visualize—envisage how good it'd be to be tied up helpless in front of your boyfriend.

just musing the way his cold fingertips would touch and feel every curve he could see. "all f'me, baby?" your body almost twitched under his hold. every stroke down to your very core turning you on all the same.

"m- mmhm! all for you, kin'..." was the only thing you've been able to say so far.

he held you close with one arm, as the other one continued foreplay with your cunt. watching how it reacted in real time, and in the mirror in front of you two. the vine-like lines tied you down, and submissive to his rope.

"shhh, baby... not too loud. mualani right outside. don' want her to hear, do you?" you could feel his smirk grow even without looking up from the sight of the floor. pleasure the only sentiment on your mind.

you could feel something start to pool down to your core just thinking about it. or maybe he'd be a little rough with his sweet, flowery words. whispering your name... a kiss to your skin, scattering pecks down your back while his cock so angry, and mean, you could hear the sounds from the other houses. not to mention the moans you would let out.

vines only blooming with small flowers to signal that kinich was getting close. his grunts, and whines giving a few signs as well.

his hand hovered over your stomach, feeling the way his shaft reached, and kissed the deepest parts of you. "haah—you feel me inside ya, sweetheart?"

you don't know which you preferred more though, a more... softer—more vanilla kinich? or it could be the rougher side of him. oh well, as long as it was him, it's honestly hot either way.

he could do both, maybe you could last a few rounds. but you couldn't help cling onto his arm on the way home.

"...hey. you seem out of it. what's wrong?" his voice was quick, and caring. kindness clear in his voice.

"hah—kin'.." the very look in your way could tell him everything he needed to know. and before you acknowledge it, you're lifted up into his arms and he's swinging with you home.

the sappy sweet smile on your face was the opposite of the sentiment his cock sent through your hole. your entrance clenched harshly onto the shaft, his base giving fast thrusts nonetheless.

you were bent over the dining table you invited mualani to for dinner in a few hours. he can make this quick, I think.

your head threw back into the wood of the table, your arms helplessly flailing at your sides. eyes closed shut—his hands had such a gentle touch to your waist to hold you into place. your eyebrows knit each time you tried to open your eyelids, meeting his very eyes. piercing, dominance clear in his loving gaze.

"if you open your eyes—sweetheart... look at me at least..." one of his other hands floated over to your cheeks, helping you look, and maintain your eye contact with him.

even so, your umpteenth orgasm came and went... his hips were almost glued stuck to yours, his warm load shot up into your stomach. your back continued to arch, and so did his. archons—you've never felt better is all he's busy thinking about.

his cock slowly left you as he watched cum drip out of your sweet pussy, the urge to lick it all back in had to come for later, damn why'd you have to invite mualani...

he cleans you up well, letting you wear one of his clothes for the moment to wrap his arms around you and sit on the couch quietly. his head leaned onto his left as his left arm rang around your neck, holding you close.

the warm atmosphere almost icked mualani as she brought ajaw back from his walk.

"hmm. smells like pineapple in here... whatever, I brought your lizard back, (name) it's time for you to pay!" the girl cheered, drooling at the thought of your cooking. all the dishes you made tasted amazing, no matter what recipe anyone gave you!

kinich suddenly wakes up by the time you've left his arms to go to the kitchen and chat with the shark girl. oh well, he can wait until later.

[hemlockesprings]

i jam sever the blight most days of the week i’ve loved it the minute it was released

how did you decide which songs to include on going gone? how does that work? big fan 4 life keep it up xoxo <3

so glad u enjoy the single! thank you for listening! 💕

honestly, I sleep on it! I also often write/type different tracklists out until I get a warm feeling! For going going gone, I rewrote the tracklist about ~40 times before I felt good about it

I got A LOTTT of flack for not including sever in going going gone (😳) that made me feel misunderstood! For me, ggg had too much of a indie-bedroom feel that sever did not fit at all (in my mind) hence I kept it off! agree to disagree, I suppose..........

I think because I was just starting out and stuff, I just got so happy and just kept releasing.......but in time I realized I was releasing so many singles and I felt like didn't have a solid grasp on my project and what I wanted it to be....I had no direction and needed to figure it out for myself!

...so future musicians reading this, don't be like me LOL!!!!!!!!

I regret releasing it when I did (wish I kept it to release with the album) but at the end of the day, I think there's a reason for everything! From a marketing perspective I probably/definitely fucked my self over, but marketing, schmarketing, ya know??

I had to be able to sleep at night and not rip my hair out over what I felt at the time to be a lofty tracklist (also if I hadn't changed it, you probably wouldn't have gotten enknee1, train to nowhere, or going going gone)!

So that's the same thinking I am keeping with this project: What's going to keep me from pulling my hair put at the end of the night?

I probably have rewrote the tracklist about 3x as much as I did ggg! I'm starting to get a warm feeling when I look at it/hear it, so I know I am getting close!!

-🔒📝

[yandere-sins]

I love you so much, you know? I’ve been reading your work for a while now and I’ve been holding back from requesting until now. I just read your Sylus fic and oh my god??? I can’t anymore. You write him so good I was engrossed the entire time. I wanted to request some LaD stuff from you but I didn’t know if you played the game or even knew it existed (despite its popularity) so I was too embarrassed to.

That brings me to the request itself. Xavier is my fav, if you’re comfortable writing for him, can I ask for a possessive/obsessive fic for him? How he’d be possessive/obsessive in a yandere sense, since we already know he’s pretty possessive canonically. I get major wolf in sheep’s clothing vibes from him. And I think he has potential yandere traits with the whole “No matter how many times it takes, no matter where you are… I will find you.”

I love how you write smut so I would love some of that in it, if it feels right to you. If not that’s completely okay. I may not be giving enough substance to write with so please let me know if you feel like you need more elaboration. Thank you so much!

Feel free to ignore! Take care! I love ya!💕

Thank you so much for requesting some LaD, I'm so glad you enjoyed the other story ♥ Some friends to enemies for you, coming right up ♥

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"Is this where he touched you?"

"Ngh— Xav— What are you—!"

"Or was it here?"

A shuddering breath escaped your lips as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your sweatpants. Your back arched as he pressed you towards the front door of your apartment, the cold wood heating up quickly from your own body heat. With his leg pushing between yours, kicking aside your right ankle, and loosening your position, you were quickly caught in his trap, feeling his fingers brush over your panties, sending tingles up your spine.

"What's gotten into you, Xavier?! Why are you even here?! I locked the door before coming home, didn't I?!"

It wasn't unusual for you two to hang out at the end of the day, Xavier being your closest friend ever since you two became mission partners. But you never crossed the line with him, never felt his hands roam your body so hungrily, reaching for what wasn't his.

The grip around your wrists tightened, pinning them even harder against the door in front of you, and you hissed at the sting of pain it caused. You knew how capable Xavier was firsthand, having watched him fight countless times, but he had never used his strength against you before, causing a flare of panic to rise inside you.

"Where was it? Where did he touch you?" he urged, his voice laced with anger that you had never heard from him before. He leaned forward, lips brushing against your earlobe until you felt the pattern of his teeth against your skin, nipping away. You didn't remember doing anything wrong, so why was he so upset?

Digging his middle finger between your folds, he dragged it upwards until it scratched at your clit, immediately turning into Xavier manipulating the little knob, flicking and abusing it while your back arched, buttcheeks pressing against his crotch. A surprised gasp eluded you as he reminded you of the more pressing matter of his assault rather than playing his little Q&A.

"Wait! Stop! That's not— We're not like that, Xavier!"

"Really? Because you seemed perfectly fine getting chummy with that guy."

"Wait, you mean the neighbor?!" you squeaked, followed by your head falling forward and breathing off the shameful moan that nearly escaped your throat as Xavier's hand changed its rhythm to include more fingers rubbing side to side. Goosebumps erupted on your arms, your body reacting with familiar glee. It was the very same touches you sometimes used on yourself, but with the fabric of your panties in the way, the friction was much better than your own fumbling.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you complained between heavy breaths, barely able to stop your hips from moving against his hand, inflicting more pushes of pleasure.

"I thought you didn't care about who gets you off, seeing how you let just anyone touch you."

"He just returned my sugar jar!" you whined loudly, your body caving into his touch. It had been so long since the last time someone actually touched you like this. So long since you had the chance to let off some steam, too, with new missions trickling in constantly. You hadn't even been home for the last few days—which your neighbor had noted when he returned the jar, having tried it a few times before.

That didn't justify Xavier's actions, though.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" you finally spoke up, twisting your torso around and tearing one hand from Xavier's hold, instead pressing it into his chest. You, too, had enough training to qualify for the hunter position, and your strength was remarkable in every aspect as well. However... you were no match for his surge of emotions.

"So he did touch you," Xavier concluded, and despite the strain on your wrist, he stepped even closer, his hand slipping further down your sweatpants. You broke out of the clutch, retracting your hand only to reach up and grab him by the hair, the only easily reachable thing you could use against him. But by the time you made your first tug, his fingers had already pushed aside your panties.

You gasped while Xavier hummed appreciatively, even with your full hand in his hair, pulling the strands as hard as your tense position allowed, he seemed no more stressed or urged to end this. Instead, he slipped his fingers through your slick, feeling the welcoming warmth of your pussy as it enticed him with its wetness. Traitor, you thought, biting your lips while tears welled in your eyes. What a shame it was to be betrayed by your own desire while the man you presumed to be one of your best friends treated you like shit.

"Please..." you whimpered. "Let's just stop?"

"So you can go back to him now that I prepared you? Is that what you want?" Xavier asked, danger swinging in the voice he used to spit this at you.

"I'm not going to anyone, but this isn't right, and you know it!"

"Of course you won't. I won't allow it."

And with that, his fingers curled inward, spreading apart your eager lips and allowing him to slip inside. The first one made you gasp, despite barely being all the way in. But by the time the second finger arrived, you couldn't hold back a moan, Xavier's hand molding to the shape of your pussy, covering it possessively while giving his fingers the freedom to sink inside up to his knuckles. He only arched his palm to place his thumb back on your clit, slick and swollen, more jolts of pleasure zapping through you as he connected with it.

"Fuck," you breathed out heavily, feeling your grip on his hair loosen as your body sunk down onto his hand, easily lifted by his strength. But once you noticed, you jolted back up, gulping down a gasp as Xavier began pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"Is that what this is about? You think you own me? And you're jealous of someone giving me back my jar of freaking sugar?!" you managed to bite out between his fingers spreading you apart savagely.

"Correction," Xavier mumbled, and you felt his hot breath next to your ear, his movements becoming much more vigorous as he sandwiched you between his body and the door.

"You've been mine long before anyone else. I always know where you are and who you are with, and that guy is trouble. He's been borrowing your sugar more often than you fall asleep in my arms while we're watching a movie. He's into you, and I won't let him have you. And you'll no longer want him once I'm done with you."

"I never did!" you cried out, absolutely baffled at Xavier's words. You never knew he thought about you like this! He never let on that he was any more than your friend and mission partner! Sure, you two were close, but that's how it was supposed to be! All of his actions now felt like a betrayal of the worst kind.

If betrayal felt this good.

"Fuck, Xavier," you moaned. There was nothing left of the drowsy friend you knew as his fingers hammered into you relentlessly. You heard the squelching of your own juices through the fabric of your pants, paired with the pleasurable jolts wrecking your body.

"That's right, say my name. It's the only one you should be calling."

"Xavier, please—! I—!"

Your hand finally released its death grip on his hair, sinking down to the side of his body. As the edge closed in, you held on to his clothes, and he finally released your still-pinned hand to wrap his free arm around your body. Pulling you securely against him, he hit just the right spot with his ever-moving fingers that made your toes curl, your voice rejoicing as you cramped up, the bittersweet release washing over you.

For a moment, you could forget about the betrayal and heartbreak you felt, the tears in your eyes from pained relief as your orgasm shook through you. It didn't justify what he did, and you hated that it felt so good, but it was like he knew all the little buttons he needed to push inside you to scramble your brain into pieces. Despite it all, you felt more seen than you had in a long time, the pleasure releasing so much tension and stress that had built up over the weeks. It was that good.

But everything that could be considered good in that situation had to end eventually, and it did, slowly, as you regained your senses and realized what Xavier had done to you. What you let him do to you. It wasn't your fault, and yet it felt like it.

If only you had fought harder and made your disapproval clearer, maybe he wouldn't have...

Looking up, you hadn't even realized that Xavier made sure to lay you down safely on the floor, squatting above you with an intense stare raking over your body. You watched breathlessly as he lifted a wet hand to his mouth, tongue lapping at the slick from your pussy clinging to his fingers, without breaking his eye contact.

"I thought we were friends," you choked out, the floodgates of your eyes opening as tears blurred your vision. "How could you do this to me?"

"It was time, was it not?" he asked in this eerily calm voice of his. Never before had his demeanor frightened you so, but in front of you wasn't your "friend" Xavier, but the hunter. The cold-blooded, jealous hunter that you must have ignored for so long since you never saw him outside of work. Or perhaps he had just hidden it, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Time for what?" you sobbed.

His features softened a little as Xavier reached down to wipe away some of the tears that had escaped from your eyes. But just as quickly, his expression grew emotionless again, unfeeling and factual.

"That you learn your place."

It didn't make sense. Who was this guy? Why was he in your home in the first place, and why did he know how often the neighbor borrowed your sugar jar? Why was all of this relevant, and why did you have to find out this way what kind of person Xavier really was?

Reaching down, Xavier picked you up, effortlessly it seemed, not concerned with your orgasm-pleased, heartbroken, and slack body weight as he heaved you into his arms before moving towards the bedroom.

"Learn what?" you asked, desperate to get at least some answers. Make some sense of this situation. Explain it, however possible.

"Learn that there's no one who loves you like I do," he replied. With a yelp rattling from your throat, you were thrown on top of your bed, your body aching as you propped yourself onto your forearms reflexively, too scared to look away. Reaching underneath his shirt, he pulled it off in one swift motion, exposing his chest before reaching for the waistband of his own pants. Only then did realization dawn on you as to what he was doing, your pulse rising as you quickly began to crawl away until your body hit the headboard of your bed.

"And that no one gets to touch what is mine without consequences."

[kireilien]

hiii baby, how’re u doing ?! ok first of all, appreciate u for being u on here and blessing us with ur yummy content, i’m eating this shit up like omg <3 second of all, i wanna smooch ur face for being a writer for &team and kiof :3 and third of all hehe, i came here to share my thoughts on maki cus like hello ?? that my baby right there, anyways !! contrary to ur own thoughts about daddy/size kink maki, i think that he’d really enjoy having his girl wearing skirts with nothing underneath cause one, easier access duh !! and two !! he’s a little munch and just wants to spend most of his time if not all of his life between his gf legs and just drinking and lapping at her cunny >_< plus, just makes it easier for him to corner you into some place in the house or while outside and just simply flip up the skirt and go to town on you, telling you to keep quiet for him otherwise no cumming !!

anyways i yapped too much, but hope u don’t mind me cus i got a little too excited. alrighty then, have a good day/night girl, mwah !!

hellloooo anon i’ve been well and ty!!!!! but wait anon come back anon yap some more pls i love you so much you are so right i love everything about this 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!maki, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, free use, MUNCH MAKI aka oral (f receiving), pussy drunk maki, domestic/possessive maki, spit play if you read between the lines, borderline exhibitionism, use of “baby,” rambling not much actual content lol

maki munch is 100% real there’s something i’m cooking up with maki and look. 

I AM A MAKI MUNCH ENTHUSIAST SINCE DAY ONE 

unfortunately putting aside my daddy maki agenda (no one will stop me i fear), he’d LOVE the thought of free use, it’d lwk make him feel a lil domestic like heyyy you’re not wearing panties aka you trust me heyyy what if i js fuck you to my heart’s content as you fold clothes bc we’re alone tgt heyyyy do you get what i mean. 

i can just imagine him coming home literally swamped from practice and the first thing he does? eat you out. he’s so fucking addicted to your pussy he loves the smell, the taste, the look you have on your face when he’s hitting the best spot. he’s not even doing it for you, he’s doing it for himself. homeboy LOVE LOVE LOVES munching on box he goes in a trance to decompress and destress. just lapping in your juices, practically making out with your lower lips, toying with that clit, slobbering all over your pussy, making sure he quite literally drinks your cunt up, not letting a single drop run off somewhere else, and if you try to ask maki to stop, he keeps going, this is for him, he’s keeping you down with his arms so you can’t go anywhere, looking at you with those dark eyes of his letting you know that this pussy is his and only his to use on his time HOLY FUCKKK LETS MOVE ON THIS IS GETTING TOO VIVID GUYS I CAN NOT RIGHT NOW NEXT SCENE GUYS NEXT SCENE LET US MOVE AWNNNNN

moving onto another form of free use, remember how i said it makes him feel domestic? whenever you’re doing something like it doesn’t have to be actually “domestic” ie folding laundry, cooking, cleaning that sort of stuff, you could literally be watching a movie, maki would js look at you and go, “thank god that’s mine.”

yes he would 100% go “need that” to you but

yas he would totes flip your skirt and have you take his cock whenever!!! i wouldn’t say wherever tho, i feel he’s more cautious but he would die to hold in his rock hard dick and once you walk through the door he’s already plowing into you. butttt i would say if it’s more secluded and not another person lengths away he’ll take you right there like a fucking horn dog smh. he’d take his strong hand to shut you up and make you take his cock, grunting as he’s cock kissing your cervix, “be quiet, baby. gotta take this load for me ‘kay? or else i won’t let you cum until we get home.” 

sigh. maki. all i think about is him guys. 

back 2 maki catalog

[theblessedcap]

A Weekend to Remember 💕

Summary: Terry wants to give his girlfriend Siya (Sigh-ya) a peaceful weekend away at his place to help her loosen up after a rough week. 🩵

Warnings: Some smut 💋 and 420 friendly 🍃

This is my first fanfic y’all so take it easy on your girl. It’s been a while! lol. Enjoy!!!

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Terry POV

Friday Night 🌙

My girl Siya, who I’ve been seeing for about five months now, has been expressing her frustration with work all week. I’m not quite sure what her exact job title is but I know she works with badass kids and intense parents everyday in the school system. I’ve always admired her patience with people on a daily. I told her I do labor and engineering work for a reason cause I’d catch a case. Nonetheless, I know she needs an outlet and frankly, just a good time so she can let her hair down a bit. I can admit I’ve been slightly negligent to my lady’s feelings recently due to my own work being a shit storm with high volumes of orders and requests needing to be completed. A couple nights in a row I’ve been falling asleep on her mid conversation from pure exhaustion. I know that stings her a bit because we don’t live together and she really treasures our nightly FaceTime calls. She lives about 35 mins away from me on the other side of the county so anytime I get to see her face I try to make it last. I know she knows I still love her and I’m here for her like always but I’m the type of man to show it. Especially when I know I’ve been slacking a bit.

On the way home from work today, on a high from finally making it to Friday, I text Siya to let her know my plans.

T: Hey babe, hope your work day ended on a high note today. I want you to pack a bag to stay over my place for the weekend. I wanna show you how much I’ve missed you all week.. I’ll be there to get you around 6. I love you ❤️

S: Oooo you got plans plans huh? 😏 lol ok baby, I’ll be ready when you get here. Just let me know when you’re on the way 😘

I smile down at my phone at her response. She always finds a way to make me laugh. That’s why this weekend I want her to feel like she’s fully taken care of. My girl is the kind of woman who loves detail but loves simplicity even more. She loves good vibes and ambience.. she loves to be able to take in all the small joys around her and revel in them while spreading that same feeling to the people around her. It made me think about what I wanted to plan for us this weekend. I want to take Siya’s mind off of all her stress and worries and I have to be quick because I only have about 2 hours until I pick Siya up…

Siya POV

That text from Terry made my day. I haven’t stopped smiling since I got it just as I was about to sprint to my car after calling it a day at work. Don’t get me wrong, I love aspects of my job but the mental rigor of trying to put out fires everyday is A LOT. I was just starting to get annoyed with Terry actually, he’s been seeming a bit distant and uninterested but those thoughts faded away as soon as I read that text. If there’s one thing I know about my man its that he’s thoughtful when it counts and loves to prove it.

Getting home to my quiet condo, I drop all my stuff in my office room then head straight to my bathroom to shower off all the angst of the day. Blasting some Summer Walker and Kehlani while the hot water slowly soothes my body into relaxation. I make sure to shave and moisturize something serious not yet knowing exactly what Terry has planned. I just have a feeling it’s going to make me fall in love with him even more.

After my shower, I decided to fix something small to eat to hold me over and then pack my bag for a stay at my man’s.

*phone vibrates*

T: I’m heading to you now babygirl 🩵

S: Ok be safe ❤️ see you soon daddy 💋

I don’t know what it is but Terry still makes me giddy and nervous. I can’t stop checking my hair and light makeup in the mirror just to make sure nothing is out of place. If he knew I was taking what I looked like so serious, he would reprimand me saying you look beautiful regardless, don’t trip but hey, I’m just a girl with nerves!

Dressed in a causal three piece cozy fit, perfect for this fall weather and brisk evenings, I wait for Tory to arrive while chilling on my living room couch. Just as I start to feel a little antsy my phone vibrates again.

T: Come open your door for me beautiful

Without texting back, I hop out of my seat and speed walk to the door with a smile. I open the door to find my tall, muscular, ocean eyed teddy bear of a boyfriend dressed in a hoodie and joggers to match.

“There she is” he says before softly pulling me into his arms and lifting me into a tight hug. He smells so good..

“Hey baby, I missed you so much” I say before planting a kiss on his soft, plump lips.

“I’ve missed you too baby girl. More than you know. Come on, let me get your bag for you” He says slightly brushing past me into the living room to grab my pink duffle bag. “You ready, mama?”

Terry POV

It feels so good having Siya next to me again. It’s only been about a week and a half since I’ve last seen her in person but right now let me know that’s too long without her. Her soft, luscious, radiant skin. Her fragrance that always smells like something sweet that makes me hungry for her. Head full of curls and that amazing smile that still makes my heart skip a beat. I’m sprung, no doubt. I can’t keep my hands off her as I hit the highway heading back to my place. My free hand found its way in between the heat of her thighs and rested there for comfort as I gripped the steering wheel. Snoh Alegra playing from my truck speakers and our heads bobbing to the smooth tunes. I look over at Siya softly singing the words and I crack a smile involuntarily. Call me corny but I made a playlist just for this ride back so I knew she’d be feeling it.

“You know this is my song” She says with a playful smirk while dancing in her seat.

“Yeah I know love”

Siya went back to her karaoke as i focused on not missing a turn right up ahead of us. As soon as I made the turn off our usual route, Siya stops her concert and looks at me with curious eyes.

“Where we going?” She asks

“Just a little detour babe, don’t worry” I reassure her grabbing onto her hand to hold.

I could tell my words put her at ease. I watch her lean back in her seat to take in the beautiful sunset outside our car windows. The sky barely lit but just above the horizon it’s painted a firey bright orange with clouds leaving small traces of purple and blue. Approaching our destination, I see Siya sit up, peeking out of the windows to take in the view before us. A walking park adorned with vast land scattered with trees and a beautiful lake front that provided a perfect view to watch the remainder of the sunset. The area is empty and barely any cars drive past at this time of day. Perfect for a chill ass smoke session to get my girl right for this relaxing weekend I got planned for her.

Siya POV

Terry is always up to something I tell ya. I’ve always appreciated the effort and thought he puts into the things he does for me. No matter how little or large. Terry knows I’m a sentimental nostalgic who loves taking in sunsets and sunrises. I mean, I couldn’t even count the amount of moon photos I have in my camera roll too. He also knows I don’t take the time to enjoy these things as much as I’d like to. To just be present.. with a beautiful view.

“Let’s sit at these benches over here” Terry said taking my hand and leading me to our seats near the lake.

“This is beautiful Terry. How do you know about this place?”

“Me and a homeboy of mine use to come here and go fishing sometimes. We even came out here just to chill. Get our minds right” Terry reaches into this hoodie pocket, “So, with my beautiful lady having the hard week she did.. I figured we’d start this weekend with some reallll relaxation” he declares pulling out a thick cigar blunt with a playful, big cheesy smile.

Terry and I have smoked together before but it’s been quite a while. Shortly after we started dating we both decided to take a tolerance break and focus on work and being a bit healthier. Not to say we didn’t break our pact from time to time but it has definitely been a couple months since I faced a fat blunt.

“When did you start smoking again?” I ask genuinely curious.

“Right now. I figured since work has been kicking both of our asses, we deserve this. You deserve this,” He says lighting the blunt and passing it to me. Instantly the thick weed smoke and scent hit my nose and brought back all those fond memories of getting high and letting my worries roll off of me like water.

I take a deep breath and allow the smoke to hit my chest. I hold it for a few seconds before a deep harsh cough escapes my throat.

“Take it easy, babe” Terry said laughing while patting my back.

“Oh whatever! It’s been a while” I snap back at him out of a little embarrassment of my fragile lungs. I take another puff and force myself to keep in the smoke long enough to feel the after effects.

“You good mama?” Terry asks me as I pass him back the blunt.

“Yeah I’m good. This shit is hitting me nice..” I say leaning back into the bench, letting my body and mind unwind. I start to listen to the gentle wind of the night breezing past my ears, the lake in front of me rippling from the wind. It’s so peaceful. I feel Terry’s arm cradle my shoulders from be side, providing extra warm from the cool breeze. We continued to pass back and forth until our blunt became a roach. The lowering sun completely gone but now the fluorescent moonlight took its place. It gave us ample light reflecting from the shimmering lake. I could feel every bit of my body soften and loosen up. My head lay back to rest on Terry’s buff arm still wrapped around me. We were both pretty quiet enjoying our high and the tranquility around us. I look over to Terry to make sure he’s okay only to meet his incredible grey eyes, low and hazy from the marijuana, already locked on me.

“How you feeling?” He asks deep in tone, his gaze still stuck on me.

“Good. I feel great actually”

“Good. I’m glad to hear, babe. Come here…” Terry whispers before grabbing me around my waist and pulling me into his lap. Never taking his eyes off me. I was starting to really get lost in them. All I could picture was the last time we fucked, soaking my satin panties as I clinch my thighs on Terry’s lap. My eyes gaze down to his juicy pink lips that just seem to be calling my name. Without hesitation, i pull Terry in for a passionate kiss. Lips smacking and soft biting making us both groan into each other’s mouths. I could feel Terry’s thick bulge grow stiffer below me as he shifts my booty on his lap to help adjust himself. He let out a soft moan before placing lewd, wet kisses all over my neck.

“Terry you know that makes me weak” I moan out as he hits all my spots causing me to quiver.

Ignoring my plea, gripping onto my thighs, he continues to place warm kisses on my neck and slowly down my chest. Suddenly he stops and looks up at me. The moonlight beaming out of his now dark clouded eyes. He sits up, gently moving me off his lap and back on the bench before standing up and starting to take off his hoodie. I bite my lip watching him undress, revealing a white tee hugging his defined abs and massive arms. I quietly stare up at him from my seat, heat rising within me from anticipation, wondering what’s next to come. Also forgetting that we’re technically in public.

I’m high as shit.

“Lay back on my hoodie babygirl” Terry says softly while stretching his hoodie out on the bench space beside me. I do as he ask and lay my heated back to the wood bench to rest. Terry, now sitting by my feet and smirking down at me, slowly turns to me with his eyes still intensely on me, lifts my legs and places them firmly over his shoulders. Now I get the hint..

“Take these off” he whispers before licking his lips and pulling at my pants with authority.

I lift my lower body to assist him in slipping my pants and panties off in one quick swipe. The cool air hit my bare legs and made me clinch my legs shut.

“Open up for me, babe” Terry commands sliding his large body back on the bench and lowering his head right above my wet, aching pussy. “I got the munchies.. but all I wanna snack on is you”

With a sloppy, wet kiss to my throbbing clit, Terry began to devour my pussy like his last meal. I couldn’t help but to moan loudly as he slurps and licks me with purpose. One thick swipe of his tongue after another. As he playful darts his tongue in and out of my pussy and tenderly rubs my pulsing clit, I stare up at the stars above. Thanking God and the universe that I’ve found this man.

“Ahhhh Terry.. this feels so fucking good babyyy” I cry out reaching for the bench arm rest behind my head for leverage.

“Mmm.. you taste so damn good mama.. I could eat you all night..” he spoke with all his concentration still on my leaking pussy. Suddenly feeling two thick fingers slowly sliding into me, I arch my back out of pure ecstasy.

“Fuuuuck” I cry out letting Terry quicken his pace. Beginning to feel an amazing but unfamiliar pressure build within me.

“Pussy clenching up baby, you about to cum?”

“Oh my god… Terry!” I shout unable to explain what I was feeling. Silence falls as nothing but the sound of Terry’s fingers slipping in and out of me and his slurping and smacking fill the air. My eyes close shut and I swear even with them closed, I can still see stars. Suddenly, a loud gush erupts from my slippery center.

“God damn..” Terry groans staring at my pussy forming a puddle below him with a look of pride and accomplishment.

“Did you just make me squirt?!” I asks out of pure shock. Did I really just squirt on my boyfriend on a public bench?

“Hell yeah I did. You got me and my hoodie soaked baby girl” he says with a chuckle and a menacing smirk.

“Oh my god” I say laughing to myself, covering my face as Terry lifts me up to hold me in his arms, face to face.

“Aww none of that now. Shit, that was fucking amazing. I didn’t know you could squirt like that, mama. I find it sexy.. lets me know I’m doing all the right things.. maybe I should get you high and eat you out more often” he suggest with that enticing smile of his.

“Yeah maybe” I respond with a smile and gaining a little sense of confidence back. The sound of loud car exhaust approaching made us both grab for our clothes and get dressed. Terry wasn’t lying when he said I soaked his hoodie. Even with it being black I could tell I left the majority of it damp and knew he’d be cold in this frigid wind as we walk back to his truck.

“I’m sorry again about that Babe” I say with my arms crossed in front of me to shield my exposed skin from the breeze.

“You don’t hear me complaining do you? Stop worrying, love. So what I’m drenched? I love that shit. All that matters to me right now is that you feel good.. you gushing all on me like that just shows me you was feeling more than good though.. right baby?” He asks slowly stepping closer to me, forcing my back against the truck door, invading my space in a way that makes my knees almost buckle. Him and these goddamn eyes!!

“Oh I’m more than good..” I almost whisper looking deep into his glistening orbs, feeling like I’m under a trance.

“That’s what I like to hear. Gimme kiss..” Terry says before pulling me into him by the waist and giving me two sweet, wet kisses, “come on, beautiful. Let’s get back on the road. We still got the night ahead of us.”

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK and sorry for any typos 🙈🩷 Depending on feedback I’ll write the rest of the weekend with Tory and Siya 🥰 I have a feeling this is gonna get cute and nasty lmao appreciate y’all! -Kye ✌🏽

[pukefactory]

hey! could i pretty please ask for a capsaicin cookie x neurodivergent(adhd/add) reader hc?

I have some time reading your posts and it's like you practically created the character and I love every single post you do! it's simply amazing

Author’s Note

That’s such a wonderful compliment! I have to admit, this brought a huge smile to my face—thank you so much! I don’t have ADHD myself, but two people I’m very close to do, so I hope my observations are accurate. I’ve certainly given it my best effort.

- Rush

⫘⫘⫘⟢ BREATHING FIRE ⟢⫘⫘⫘

！ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Capsaicin X ADHD Reader

！ Character(s): Capsaicin Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

！ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

！ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

！ Image Credits: @knife-wielding

⚡︎ Capsaicin Cookie loves how much energy you have! You’re always bouncing around, jumping from one topic to another, and he’s right there with you, laughing the whole way. Sometimes, he doesn’t even try to keep up—he just lets you run wild while he watches, a big, fiery grin on his face.

⚡︎ “Hey, what if we—” “YES!” You don’t even have to finish your ideas before he’s on board. He’s just as impulsive as you are, which means you both have to be stopped before you decide to challenge someone to a spice-eating contest again.

⚡︎ You forget stuff constantly, and it drives you nuts. But Capsaicin Cookie? He doesn’t mind at all. He just grins, reminding you with a playful “Ya forgot again? Ha ha! That’s alright—I’ll remind ya as many times as ya need, buddy!”

⚡︎ You have those moments where you get super focused on something and block out everything else, and Capsaicin respects that. He’ll just sit next to you, arms crossed, watching proudly—“Look at ya go! That’s some SPICE LEVEL FOCUS!”—and only interrupts if you’ve been at it too long without a break.

⚡︎ Loud crowds, bright lights, too many noises at once—it can all get overwhelming sometimes. But Capsaicin notices when it’s getting too much. He’ll throw an arm around you, guiding you somewhere quieter with a reassuring “C’mon, let’s getcha somewhere with less BOOM!”

⚡︎ You tap your fingers, bounce your legs, chew on stuff—Capsaicin gets it. If you need something to fidget with, he’ll literally rip a piece of hardened magma off his gauntlet and hand it to you like it’s nothing. “Here! Indestructible AND spicy!”

⚡︎ You get excited about everything, and Capsaicin lives for it. He doesn’t care if you’re jumping between five different topics in under a minute—he’s just laughing, nodding along, and hyping you up with “Keep goin’! This is the good stuff!!”

⚡︎ Capsaicin believes in you. You’re struggling to focus? “You got this!” Feeling overwhelmed? “One thing at a time, buddy! Let’s BURN through it together!” No matter what, he’s there, cheering you on like it’s a full-blown championship match.

⚡︎ Sometimes, you’re the one who has to stop him. He’s about to throw himself into another ridiculous challenge? “Capsaicin, NO.” He grins. “Capsaicin, YES.” You sigh, grabbing his cape before he can launch himself into whatever fiery disaster he’s planning.

⚡︎ You get frustrated when your brain won’t cooperate, and sometimes it just boils over. Capsaicin doesn’t try to fix it—he just sits beside you, letting his warmth radiate off him like a steady campfire. “It’s alright. Ya don’t gotta do nothin’ right now. Just breathe, okay?”

[noellawrites]

Dark!Sonny Carisi R*pe and Impregnation HC’s

a/n: happy anniversary my love @rafaslittleboy <3 also gender neutral but afab reader

warning: DARK CONTENT AHEAD, please do not read if this disturbs you! includes: rape, impregnation, virginity loss, inaccurate portrayal of abortion laws, manipulation, forced pregnancy, lmk if i missed any

- As Dominick Carisi Junior’s paralegal, you have a very professional relationship with him. Always running errands, filing papers, gathering reports

- But one day, he asks if you’re free that evening to babysit his three kids

- And you agree, of course, knowing he’s been going through a rough period with his wife

- But when you arrive, only Sonny is there

- “Sorry kid, there’s been a change ‘a plans. ‘Manda’s mom’s watchin’ the kids, ‘n ‘Manda’s off doin’ work stuff,” Dominick sighs, welcoming you in

- You’d been alone with Mr. Carisi many times, but this felt… different. The vibes were off

- He tells you to stick around, that you can help him out with work stuff and he’ll still give you money for it

- You share a few drinks, not unlike some of the late nights you’ve spent in his office together

- Later on, you’re definitely tipsy and sitting on the couch next to your boss

- All of a sudden, his lips are on yours in a passionate kiss, and you feel sick and confused

- Your brain is lagging behind your body, and Mr. Carisi is pulling your underwear and bottoms down your legs

- “Shh, this is jus’ between us, kiddo. Lemme make ‘ya feel good,” he say in your ear as your head lolls back

- At some point, you end up on the bed and he’s pulling his dick out of his pants

- “Been waitin’ so long f’this,” you hear him growl before he pushes in, painfully taking your virginity as you lay paralyzed with fear

- “Mr. Carisi, s-stop!” you whimper, which is pretty much all you can do as he fucks you deeper and more passionately

- He’s thrusting so roughly, and after a few moments you can feel him blow his load in you as he tells you how tight your hole is

- You pass out at some point and wake up in his marital bed the next morning with a dull, throbbing pain between your legs and a check for seventy-five thousand dollars on the nightstand next to you

- You think you must’ve imagined it, you’re in shock and disbelief. Your boss, the man who has worked to bring sexual predators to justice for the last decade? Raping you?

- And the next day at work, Mr. Carisi acts totally normal. Talks about how proud he is of his kids, how his son just took his first steps. It’s almost like nothing ever happened between you

- He gives you a wink, saying he’s always down for some more fun, and that’s the last you hear of it

- You love your job, and you need it, so you go back to acting normal with Mr. Carisi

- Until six weeks later, when you start arriving late and disheveled, sometimes calling out entirely

- “What’s goin’ on with ‘ya, kiddo? C’mon, talk t’me,” Sonny presses, putting a hand on your shoulder comfortingly

- He hasn’t crossed your boundaries since that night, so you’ve gotten more comfortable with him again

- “I’ve just been really sick,” you mumble, rubbing your forehead

- “Maybe ah’ should take ‘ya to a doctor,” he frowns, feigning concern. He knows exactly what’s “wrong” with you.

- “I’m fine,” you mumble, but after a few moments you get up and run to the bathroom to puke again

- “Let’s go,” you sigh, “I probably have the flu or something.”

- The doctor writes down your symptoms and orders a blood test, and you wait in the lobby with Sonny for about an hour until your results are ready

- You know you must be imagining it when the nurse tells you that you’re pregnant, about six weeks along

- Sonny hugs you, tells you how amazing it is that you’ve created the miracle of life together, and you stand still in shock.

- The first words to come out of your mouth are, “when can I come back for an abortion?”

- Sonny’s smile falls and he grabs your wrist, “what tha’ hell?”

- You tell him you don’t want a kid, you’re too young and not ready for it, but he’s not listening

- "'Ya really want an abortion? I ain't gonna let that happen, kiddo. I'll see 'ya in court," he snaps.

- The nurse gives you some resources but you know that Mr. Carisi will find a way to get what he wants, like always

- Your lawyer tells you that Amanda has been unfaithful to Sonny and he just found out that Nicky Carisi isn't his biological son, which is why he's so adamant on forcing you to carry to term

- Your lawyer goes for the rape angle, since you were actually raped and shouldn't be forced to carry the child

- Needless to say, Sonny and his lawyer eviscerate you on the stand, and it's emphasized by the sob story of what happened with Amanda

- He truly sees you and this child as his second chance, and there is no way he's letting you ruin it

- You can't take care of your newborn in New York City on a paralegal salary, and Sonny convinces you to move in with him and out of your shitty apartment

- You share custody, but slowly you can feel yourself becoming more attached to both Sonny and your baby

- You have to work from home, both the new baby and the postpartum struggles making it too hard to go in and do your job

- Before long, Sonny is already talking about baby number two. He needs this family, needs to rebuild what he lost through Amanda's infidelity

- That's when you realize, it was hopeless to ever try and leave

[winniefrezcomics]

Anonymous asked: When did Perry realize he was trans? Also are his parents also trans or non-binary or anyother gender identity? ♡

All three of them are trans, actually! Carlo strikes me as a person who went thru the lesbian-to-nonbinary-to-transgender pipeline, but I think Wendy knew she wanted to be treated like her twin sister was from a fairly early age, so transitioned much sooner than her husband. (Mama cosma’s disapproval also forced Carlo to socially transition in secret, and he wasn’t able to begin PHYSICALLY transitioning until turning 18 and moving out)

Here’s a comic that hurt tf outta my feelings to sketch lmao- (in a good way)

“orgin story” and more doodles below the cut!

(MILD cw for misgendering and a mama cosma appearance 😷)

As for HOW Perry discovered he was NOT in fact, a little girl, and rather a little boy?

Timmy noticed first, actually!! Though his adopted parents didn’t go out of their way to mention to their son that they were both transgender, a young Timmy eventually noticed them doing thier hormone shots, and Carlo and Wendy had to assure him that they were both okay, they just needed to take thier “mommy and daddy medication” sometimes. As Timmy got older, he noticed other things that made his parents unique, and they would explain anything he asked them, so by the time Poof was born, Ten-year-old Timmy had a pretty solid understanding of what it MEANT to be “transgender”. This understanding is part of the reason he wished on a star for a baby brother- he knew it MIGHT be possible for his parents to have a bio child as well, but also knew thier unique biology might make it difficult

(Sidenote: if ur parents still let u think babies were delivered by the stork or something by TEN, my condolences brother ☠️)

ANYWAY- from the MOMENT his baby sibling was born, Timmy and Poof were INSEPARABLE, with Timmy wanting to help with the baby in any way he could, as often as possible. His parents certainly appreciated the help, and baby Poof was never hurting for love or attention 💕

As Poof grew, his parents encouraged him to play with whatever toys he liked best, and do whatever he wanted, but USUALLY what Poof wanted to do was “whatever his big brother was doing”. From video games to comic books, poof was always incredibly interested in whatever Timmy was interested in, and his brother was more than happy to read the pages out loud, or give him a controller to smack around (usually unplugged lmao, regular older brother shi)

Even when Poof was a toddler, Timmy would occasionally notice things that didn’t quite sit right with him- stuff like poof getting upset when Wendy would tell Timmy his was playing too rough with his sister (despite how much poof LOVED being chucked into soft objects or wrestled), or how much poof seemed to enjoy being called things like “little dude”- but I think it was a visit to Grandmas house when Perry was 7 that finally made him ask the big question- (Drabble below this comic that legit makes me a lil nauseous to look at and I considered not including 🙃)

DRABBLE START

Timmy goes outside to thier front porch, to find poof already sitting on the steps, having clearly retreated from the Christmas party inside. Timmy sits with him and they chat for a while, before Timmy finally goes out on a limb and asks-

“Hey P- random question but- do you ever like, wonder what it would be like if you were a boy?”

Poof shrugs, simply responding “well yeah, everybody thinks about that….”

Timmys nose scrunches, as his hunch starts seeming more plausible

“Bud… I’ve like, never thought about that. even once.”

“Of course not, you already ARE a boy!” Poof pouts

Timmy sighs, clarifying- “no no, like- I’ve never really wondered what it would be like to be a GIRL- eveb when I once dressed like one to hang out with my crush!” He added with a laugh, but Poofs frown only deepened-

“Hmf! Why WOULD you? Being a girl STINKS.”

And with that, Timmy had his answer-

“Ah. Yeeeahhh, thought ya might feel that way… c’mon lil dude- I think we should ah- talk to mom and dad.”

Timmy scooped his younger sibling into his arms, but poof looked up at him with confusion

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Nah, Poofy- I just, uh- think they’ll be able to explain better…”

By Eight years old Perry had fully socially transitioned, coming out at his eighth birthday party, with his parents even getting his name legally changed as a ninth birthday present 💜 ;w;

Making yall look at this doodle again bc it’s relevant lmao- Perry’s aunts and uncles all adore thier little nephew, and couldn’t be happier to see him living as his truest self 💕

[violettwrites]

in the arms of the broken — daryl dixon

a/n: to the dear nonnie that requested this 🫶🏻 thank u sm i absolutely adored writing this (i rly should be sleeping but i can’t so here i am) i hope you enjoy !!

if you enjoyed reading this, please support me by giving me a like, reblog, and/or comment ! don’t forget to follow me either if you want to read more of my stuff !

request: anon said — “i also like the dialogue prompt ‘i don’t know… i’ve never seen her like this’ that tugs at the heart strings”

summary: reader cannot cope with the way the world has become, during a particularly hard night for themselves, daryl dixon is the one to comfort them.

warnings: angst/sadness ,,, thats it rly

word count: 1,241

recourses: divider by @adornedwithlight

➵ tp!daryl masterlist

➵ regular masterlist

here is my ask box !

the night was quiet except for the crackle of the fire, but it felt wrong—like the world had gone still, holding its breath. you sat by the flames, knees drawn to your chest, staring blankly into the flickering light. the heat touched your skin, but it didn’t reach you, didn’t chase away the cold that had settled deep inside.

daryl watched you from a distance, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest. he’d been keeping an eye on you for days, noticing the way you’d been pulling away from everyone, isolating yourself. you’d always been strong, always held it together for the sake of the group, but something was different now. something had changed, and it scared him. you were like a shadow of yourself, your spirit drained, your eyes distant.

rick approached him, eyes flicking over to you before meeting daryl’s. “how’s she holdin’ up?”

daryl didn’t answer right away, his jaw tightening as he watched the way you sat so still, your body hunched like the weight of everything had finally become too much to carry. he shook his head, his voice quiet and rough. “i don’t know… i’ve never seen her like this.”

rick nodded, his expression grim. “she’s been through a lot. more than most of us. maybe she just needs some time.”

rick can recall the first time they found you, smack bang in the middle of atlanta, all alone. you were covered in blood and guts, and if he hadn’t actually heard how you begged for help when he saw you, your voice barely audible, he honestly would have thought you were just another walker.

“time ain’t gonna fix what’s broken,” daryl muttered under his breath, the frustration simmering beneath his skin. time wasn’t enough when you were drowning, when you couldn’t see a way out of the darkness. and he hated that he didn’t know how to pull you out.

rick gave him a look, one that said everything he didn’t need to say out loud. “you’re the one she’ll listen to, daryl. talk to her.”

daryl stood there a moment longer, watching the way you curled into yourself, like you were trying to disappear. every instinct in him told him to go to you, but he hesitated, unsure if his words would even matter. still, he couldn’t just leave you like this.

he finally pushed off the tree and walked over, his boots crunching softly against the dirt. he lowered himself to the ground beside you, sitting close enough that you could feel his presence, but not so close that he’d crowd you.

for a while, neither of you said anything. the fire crackled between you, the only sound breaking the silence of the night. daryl wasn’t sure how to start, wasn’t good with words even on the best of days. but he knew you, and he knew the way you got when things started to spiral out of control in your head.

“you don’t gotta shut us out, y’know,” he finally said, his voice gruff but soft. “we’re all here for ya.”

you didn’t respond at first, your eyes still fixed on the flames like they held some kind of answer you were searching for. after a long moment, you sighed, your voice barely a whisper. “i’m tired, daryl.”

those words hit him like a punch to the gut. he’d seen people break before, seen the way this world could wear someone down until there was nothing left. but hearing you say it, seeing you like this—it scared him more than he wanted to admit.

“i know,” he said quietly. “we all are. but we’re still fightin’. you’re still fightin’.”

you shook your head, your voice trembling as you spoke. “i don’t know if i can anymore. every day feels like it’s getting harder. like… like i’m losing pieces of myself.”

daryl’s chest tightened. he’d always admired your strength, the way you kept going no matter how hard things got. but now, hearing you say you were falling apart—it made him realize just how much he hadn’t noticed.

“you ain’t losin’ yourself,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “you’re still here. we’re still here.”

you swallowed hard, tears brimming in your eyes. “i feel like i’m drowning. like no matter what i do, it’s never enough. i can’t save everyone, daryl.”

that was it, wasn’t it? the burden you carried, the weight of trying to protect everyone, to hold the group together when everything was falling apart. it was breaking you.

daryl shifted closer, his hand reaching out to rest on your arm, hesitant at first, but firm once it was there. “you don’t gotta save everyone. that ain’t on you.”

your voice cracked as you spoke, the tears spilling over now. “but if i don’t… who will?”

daryl’s heart clenched at the raw pain in your voice. he wished he had the right words, wished he could take that weight off your shoulders. but he knew he couldn’t fix everything. what he could do, though, was remind you that you weren’t alone.

“you don’t have to,” he said, his thumb gently brushing your arm in a way that was more comforting than he realized. “we’re all in this together. you ain’t gotta carry the world by yourself.”

you turned to look at him, and the vulnerability in your eyes nearly broke him. he wasn’t used to seeing you like this, so lost and fragile. he hated it. he hated that you felt like you had to carry the world alone, that you felt like you were drowning.

“i don’t know how to stop feeling like this,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “everything feels so heavy.”

daryl swallowed hard, his own heart aching at how much pain you were in. he didn’t know how to take that pain away, but he could be there for you. he could be the one thing you could hold on to when everything else felt like it was slipping away.

“you ain’t alone,” he said, his voice low but steady. “you got me. no matter what, you got me.”

you looked at him then, really looked at him, and for the first time in days, you felt like you could breathe just a little easier. his words were simple, but they grounded you. daryl had always been your anchor, and in this moment, you needed him more than ever.

without thinking, you leaned into him, your forehead resting against his shoulder as the tears came harder, your body shaking with the force of them. daryl didn’t hesitate. he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

“let it out,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “it’s okay. i got ya.”

and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself fall apart. you let the tears come, let the pain you’d been holding in for so long spill out. daryl didn’t say anything more, didn’t need to. he just held you, his presence steady and unwavering, letting you know without words that you didn’t have to carry this burden alone.

the fire crackled softly beside you, but the world felt a little less cold with daryl holding you. you weren’t okay. you weren’t sure when—or if—you’d ever be okay again. but for now, in his arms, you felt like you didn’t have to be.

and maybe that was enough.

[despicablebisexual]

Fake Out

Roronoa Zoro x f!strawhat!reader, one-shot, established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort

Why did they all have to split up one day? They just got back together, now everyone is thinking of leaving again. Why couldn't Zoro just have everyone under one roof where he could keep an eye on and protect all of them?

Zoro isn't prepared to talk about your future.

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fic warnings: very small pre-time skip Sabaody spoilers, small time skip spoilers, background Franky/Robin and Usopp/Kaya (if you don't like idc), takes place at the end of fishman island

With a big, sloppy kiss to his cheek, you stumbled away from Zoro and back to Robin and Nami, drunk enough to not have any shame in front of your friends. Before you could get too far though, he playfully swatted your ass, silently thanking you for bringing him another bottle of sake to enjoy.

“Do ya have to do that in front of us?” Usopp murmured, side eyeing the resident swordsman of their crew.

Zoro popped the top of the bottle off and took a big swig. After several seconds of chugging, he finally released with an exuberant gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yup.”

Usopp rolled his eyes while Franky chuckled. “C’mon buddy, they're young and in love, let the man live!”

Usopp shook his head while Franky laughed and patted him on the shoulder. Zoro settled in next to Franky, passing the bottle to him as he got comfortable leaning back on the wall behind the bench the three of them were sharing.

“It’s not like we haven’t all heard you reading your letters from Kaya out loud in the workshop,” Zoro pointed out, resting his arms behind his head.

Usopp squealed. “T-Those are personal!”

“Maybe don’t be so loud then, sugar lips.”

Franky and Zoro laughed while Usopp stuttered, failing to deny the pet name Kaya used for him. Instead, he swiped the sake bottle from Franky, feeling too sober and exposed.

In front of them, the party the people of Fishman Island threw for them raged on, drinks and food flowing freely while people enjoyed the entertainment. Luffy sat with Jinbe and Shirahoshi, laughing as Jinbe recounted stories of his childhood. Robin and Nami sipped drinks and cheered you on as Prince Fuakboshi twirled you around in a respectful dance, while Chopper tried to stop Brook and Sanji from making utter fools of themselves in front of the mermaids. 

The party was a great joint celebration: the people of Fishman Island had been saved, and the Strawhats were reunited after a long two years apart. Zoro couldn’t be happier, after all, he had good booze, great friends, and his beautiful partner all surrounding him. While he had grown during his two years with Mihawk, nothing could compare to the serenity of this moment.

Franky smiled to himself as he watched Robin take a bite of an exotic fruit offered to her by one of the mermaids. His eyes lingered on her smile and the way her head tilted as she studied the taste. 

“Good times, huh bros?”

Usopp hummed in agreement and Zoro nodded. 

“You know,” Franky took back the bottle from Usopp and took a drink, “I was thinking about stuff while we were all apart.”

“Like what?” Usopp questioned.

“Just about what we’ll do when this is all over.”

“You mean the party?”

“No, no, I mean our days at sea. Once the Sunny has sailed all the way through the New World and Luffy’s done the whole king-of-the-pirates thing, I’ve got plans.”

Zoro’s good eye slid over in Franky’s direction, curiosity piqued. “Which are?”

Franky took another big swig. Whatever it must have been, made him nervous. Outside his regular cola intake, Franky didn’t drink much.

“I’m taking Robin back to her home island.”

Usopp gasped. “Ohara? But it was destroyed when she was a child!”

Franky smiled softly, eyes gleaming as he watched you pass off Prince Fukaboshi to Robin. “I know, but I’m going to rebuild it for her. She’s talked about the library that used to be there and I can tell she misses it. Plus, she’ll need somewhere to store all her research on the poneglyphs once we find the One Piece.”

Usopp and Zoro took in the heavy weight of Franky’s pledge. It was known how much he cared for their resident archaeologist, his declarations of love for her not missed by any of the crew, nor her returned affections. Yet they were still so surprised that the promise of rebuilding her home was so resolute, like Franky knew that if Robin asked for the moon, he could deliver it. The resolve in his voice astounded his two crewmates listening in.

“I see…” Usopp replied, resting a finger on his chin in thought. “Well, I’m going back home to the East Blue to tell Kaya all about our adventures! I’ll show her the man I’ve become.”

“Yow! How super!” Franky laughed. The two innovators shared a laugh, throwing their arms around each other and smiling.

“What about you, bro?” Franky held the bottle of sake out to Zoro. “Got any plans for you and Y/N?”

For once in his life, Zoro hesitated as someone handed him a bottle of booze. In the green glass of the bottle, he could see your face from across the banquet hall. A distorted, sparkling reflection as you giggled at Nami’s drunkenness, even if you weren’t far behind her.

Got any plans for you and Y/N?

Plans? What plans? The only plan he had for the future was to find another bottle of sake when this one finished, then maybe steal a kiss from you before he turned in for the night. Who would waste time daydreaming about the future when he had the present, especially when everything was a toss up. As far as he was concerned, the only surefire event to happen in his future would be him finally defeating Mihawk in battle. Nothing else could happen until that did.

He took the bottle from Franky, eyebrows deeply furrowed. “...Nah.”

Franky and Usopp shared a questioning look. Surely the two of you had some sort of idea of what you wanted your lives to look like after your pirate days ended.

A sea of giggling erupted as you and Robin approached, the two of you sharing a secret behind your hands. As you neared, you shushed each other, making some sort of silent vow to keep the boys out of the loop.

“Oh, Usopp,” you giggled. “Brook has your slingshot.”

The sniper suddenly went stiff before hurriedly patting all his pockets. Yep, the slingshot was gone, and a distinct yohohoho could be heard across the hall.

“He’s lucky he’s already dead…” Usopp stood up quickly and ran off.

Robin and you shared another smile, before the two of you turned towards Franky and Zoro.

“Franky.”

Franky perked up. “Yes?”

One of Robin’s hands sprouted from the wall and playfully flicked Franky on the nose. “Come dance.”

Franky scrambled to his feet. “Yes ma’am!”

The two rushed back out to the hall, hands already grabbing each other as they made their way to the dance floor. When they faded from sight, you turned back to Zoro, whose good eye was already peeled and staring at you.

“What’s with the look?” he smirked.

You feigned ignorance. “What look?”

“That look. Like you’ve got some wicked plan.”

You grinned and stalked toward him, letting him pull you into his lap sideways. “I’ve got no idea what you mean.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes yet still smiled as you settled into place. You leaned in and kissed him, Zoro returning the kiss slowly.

“Mm,” you sighed when you released, eyes sparkling up in adoration at Zoro. “I love it here.”

“Yeah?” His hand came down and rested on your thigh, holding you close. 

You turned toward the vastness of the ocean to Zoro’s right. In the night, the corals and seaweed ebbed softly, basking in the moonlight. Schools of fish swam by, carefully navigating their way through. You’d only been on the island for a day, but the place had captivated you.

“Yes. I mean, the food, the people, even with the coup today, I still think this place is wonderful.” Zoro couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes widened as you spoke. “I’d love to learn more about their queen. Jinbe told me about her mission to move the island to the surface, but I can’t help but wish I could stay here. It’s just so… Beautiful in its isolation. No World Government meddling here.”

Zoro nodded along. It was a vastly different place down here, and he could respect the different way of life from that of the surface.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “It’s just the kind of place–”

“You could imagine yourself living in?”

You blushed as Zoro took the words out of your mouth. “Well… Maybe.”

Suddenly, Zoro was frowning. It dawned on him then that the two of you had never had a discussion about your future. Did you see a future with him? Would you want him to live here on Fishman Island with you? His thoughts began spiraling. 

Would he feel content? Honest to god, he never saw himself having a full time residence outside of his village back in the East Blue or on the Sunny. Could the world’s greatest swordsman be fine with spending his days 10,000 meters below the surface? 

Would you even feel happy with him? If your goal was to rebuild the world government one day and turn it into an organization that actually took care of its people, surely you’d settle down in some place like Mariejois and spend your days with people like Jinbe, focusing on leading the world into a better age. You wouldn’t want to be stuck with a meathead like Zoro, tied down with domestic responsibilities when you really just wanted to help people.

Even if the two of you did choose to settle down here for the rest of your lives, where did the rest of the Strawhats fit into that equation? Would Luffy visit you? Would Zoro ever get to share a beer with Usopp again? Feel the harsh back of Nami’s hand after he said something stupid? Would he have to long for Sanji’s cooking, as much as he hated to admit it?

Why did they all have to split up one day? They just got back together, now everyone is thinking of leaving again. Why couldn’t Zoro just have everyone under one roof where he could keep an eye on and protect all of them?

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Your hand on his cheek and soft voice snapped Zoro out of his downward spiral. “Nothin’.”

You frowned at him, lifting your eyebrows up in your characteristic bullshit face. “You sure?”

He adjusted you on his lap, holding you closer, more possessively. “Yep.”

You watched as Zoro turned away and bit his lip in worry. Zoro never bit his lip in worry. What was going through that moss head of his? “You know… We’re all alone out here with a bottle of sake,” you drawled, fingers creeping up the front of his shirt.

“Mhmm.” He still didn’t look your way.

“Luffy’s only been eating for about three hours, so we’ve still got plenty of party time left.” You left a chaste, yet yearning kiss on Zoro’s jaw. “The Sunny is empty right now… Why don’t we take the booze and head back to the ship?”

He didn’t respond.

“Okay.” You got up suddenly from his lap. “You’re acting weird. What’s wrong?”

Zoro stared at you with a deep frown on his face, his good eye filled with worry, anger, and most of all, hopelessness.

“Zo.” Much quieter, you kneeled in front of him and took his hands. “What’s wrong?”

He tensed up, staring down at you for a second before ripping his hands from yours and cradling his head. “Don’t marry Jinbe!”

You were stunned into silence. “What?”

“Listen,” Zoro began talking with his hands. “I get he’s smarter than me and a freaking diplomat, but you can’t marry him!”

You let out a dry laugh. “What are you talking about?”

Zoro stood up and turned, stomping towards the balcony overlooking the ocean.

“Zoro!” You followed after him, stopping just one step behind him, giving him his space. “Are… Are you jealous of Jinbe?”

“No!” he barked over his shoulder. “Maybe! I don’t know!”

He kept himself facing away from you, not bothering to look back as he responded. With a gentle hand, you carefully touched his back, testing the water. When he didn’t shrug you off, you slowly slid it around until your arms encircled his back.

“Why are you jealous of Jinbe? I’m not going to marry him. I just met him today.”

“I’m not jealous,” he huffed, still staring out at the sea. “I just…”

“Just..?”

He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to be vulnerable. “I just… Don’t want you to leave. Or anyone. I want us all to stay together.”

“Zo…”

“I can keep care of everyone when we’re all together. I don’t like all this separation bullshit.” You listened to him talk, giving him the space to vent all his frustrations. “We’re a crew. We’re not meant to be apart.”

You listened carefully, thinking of the implication behind his words. “You’re still thinking of Sabaody, aren’t you?”

His body stiffened, but he didn’t deny the accusation.

You let go of him and put your hands on his shoulders. “Look at me.”

He turned slowly, barely meeting your gaze in the darkness. When your hands rested on his chest, he grabbed your waist out of reflex.

“Our crew isn’t going anywhere,” you reassured him. “Not for a long time.”

He huffed. “Well everyone seems intent on leaving piracy behind one day.”

You looked to your left and through the doors of the banquet hall where all of your crewmates still entertained themselves. The dishes next to Luffy were rising, Jinbe and Chopper marveling at the sight. Nami was surrounded by several of the king’s guards, schooling them in a game of poker. Robin and Franky languidly danced together, Franky doing his best to not mess up the moves. Sanji, Brook, and Usopp gathered around a piano, joined by the star singer, and sang a song together. 

“I get it. I don’t want to be apart from them either.” You turned back to him and dug a finger into his chest. “I don’t want to be apart from you.”

Zoro’s shoulders slouched, and he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours. “But you’re the toughest nail to pin down of them all,” he whispered.

You laughed. “Why me?”

He leaned back and looked down into your eyes, his grip on your waist tightening. “Are you kidding me? You’re the one with all these crazy plans and opportunities. Everywhere we go, in every country we save, the leaders want you to come be their ambassador, or want to hand you their throne. I’m starting to think I’m going to have to chain you to the mast so you don’t run off with them.”

Zoro and you shared a soft chuckle, though there was a sadness in his eyes. “I’m just starting to realize how big your plans are.”

“And you want to know if you’re part of them, don’t you?”

He didn’t respond. For once in his life, Roronoa Zoro didn’t want to hear what you had to say, too scared his worst beliefs would be confirmed.

“Yeah…”

You took his jaw in hand and turned his face toward the sea. “Do you see that out there, Zo? See how big the sea is?”

He studied the expanse in front of him. The ocean extended far beyond his eyesight, seeming as if it would never end. He nodded in understanding, though he was confused by why you chose now to bring it up.

“No matter how far that sea goes, no matter where the Sunny travels, no matter where I go, I imagine you there, standing next to me.”

He slowly turned his head back to you. “You do?”

You nodded your head resolutely, reminding him of the determination he saw in Franky’s eyes not that long ago. Would you give him the moon if he asked? 

“Rain or shine, in sickness or in health. Nothing matters if I don’t have you with me.”

He studied the look on your face. Zoro was so used to seeing your soft, adoring side that he sometimes forgot what a fierce, determined tactician you could be. Whenever the Straw Hats visited countries down on their luck, you always managed to take the monarchs by their reins and show them the path forward, a job that sometimes required you to be stern. Now, you had the same look on your face as you demolished his worries.

But your fierce look of determination broke, and a small, gentle smile broke out on your face. A look you reserved exclusively for Zoro during tender moments like these. “That is, if you’ll have me.”

In one fell swoop he pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours, curling his entire body around you like he was set on keeping you this way forever. Your arms circled his neck, holding his face closer to yours as your lips moved against each other. Even when your lungs began to burn, you still kept him close, not wanting to part again.

Zoro parted first, staring down at you. “Only an idiot would pass up a chance like that.”

You leaned into the hand cupping your face, smiling at him widely. For the first time since your crew reunited in Sabaody, you could see the tension leave his body.

“Hey! Will you two get a room?” Nami yelled from the open doorway. She sat down inelegantly, roughly landing on her bottom. Behind her, Usopp and Chopper carried a love-drunk Sanji out the doors and towards the stairs.

You waved her off, then turned back to Zoro, giving him another peck on the lips. “Let’s go spend some time with our crew.” You broke from your embrace, leading him towards the growing group.

Zoro threw an arm around your shoulders and secured you to his side, smiling down at you when you glanced up at him Before you got close though, he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “in sickness or in health, huh? Guess that means we’re married now.”

You elbowed him in the ribs. “Nuh uh, you’re not getting out of proposing to me for real, Roronoa. You wanna be forever? You better put in the work then.”Zoro crumpled from the pain of your hit. “Good god, woman…”

[devils-dares]

hi lovely can i get a carmy x college reader where she comes to his for dinner when the dining hall food is bad 🥹🫶🏻

YES YOU CAN

he's grumbling, pouring over his notebook with a cigarette dangling from his lips. he can't get this one recipe right and it's pissing him the fuck off. he's so pissed, in fact, that he doesn't even hear the door unlock. he ends up throwing the notebook across the room, burying the heels of his palms in his eyesockets. suddenly, you feel really bad about coming here to bother him, trying to sneak back out.

"what're you doin' here, sugar?" he asks.

"was just leaving, i didn't wanna bother you." he sighs deeply, standing up from the floor. he walks over to you, taking your hands in his.

"what's going on?" you blink a few times, thinking about how stupid your disruption really is.

"the dining hall food is bad and i haven't really been eating much. came over here cause i was hungry and-"

"you wanted me to cook for ya, sugar?"

"yeah," you frown, "but you don't have to. you're stressed."

"and my girlfriend's hungry," he says, kissing your forehead. he squeezes your hands gently before pulling you into a hug, "what can i make for you?" as you think, he scoops you up and plops you on the counter, standing between your legs. he brushes your hair out of your face, smiling at you. the stress lines seem to melt away from his face the longer he looks at you.

“make me whatever you feel like making,” you say, smiling at him, “long as it’s warm, i don’t care, it’ll be yummy.”

“bear secret menu item?” you giggle at his words.

“you’re just saying that so you don’t have to admit to stealing syd’s ideas.”

“syd can butt the fuck out of my relationship.” he starts taking some ingredients out.

“nothing too elaborate, carm, just messy and warm.”

“are you hungry now or can you wait?”

“i can wait. i brought my bag, i’ve got some reading to do.” he nods. you slip off of the counter, grabbing your book and notes out of your bag while he starts to cook. the smells enter your nose while you study, and your stomach grumbles loudly.

“when was the last time you ate?”

“good food?” he laughs.

“any food, sugar.”

“i had… a cereal bar this morning.”

“that’s all?” you nod. he sighs.

“how about i make you dinner, and then get some stuff ready for leftovers?”

“please?” he laughs softly.

“‘course, princess.” he starts to chop up some veggies as you pull out your books and laptop. immediately, the stress of school comes back, and you find yourself rubbing at your forehead already. as you;’re getting into the nitty gritty of your notes from your lecture earlier today, you see a glass of wine get dropped off at the table.

“gotta relax more, sugar. all that stress is gonna take a toll on you.” you smile up at him, swirling the wine in your glass before taking a sip.

“you don’t like this one.” you say as he takes a sip as well, “you hate pinot.” he shrugs.

“pairs well with the food.”

“no it doesn’t.”

“no it doesn’t.” he nods, repeating what you said and agreeing. you smile as he turns around, taking a sip of his wine. you can see the sides of his neck tense up, and you imagine the scrunched up look on his face from the taste of the wine.

“carmy-”

“it’s good, yummy.” he says, taking another sip and fighting the sour look on his face.

“i love you.” you laugh. he grumbles and goes back to the kitchen to cook.

soon enough, you’ve got a steaming hot plate of food in front of you, and your laptop gets whisked away.

“eat, and then study if you need to, but you’re not touching this until your stomach is brimming with food. i’ve got seconds.”

“won’t you come eat with me?” you ask, a pout on your face. he tuts.

“yeah yeah.” he refills the wine glasses, his wine looking much darker than yours this go around.

“cab sauv? not the best pairing.”

“better than fucking pinot.”

[merowkittie]

hiii! I was thinking about fem reader asking hobie to pierce her nipples bc she thinks it’ll look cute to which he agrees. but when he gets them done he’s literally so horny bc of how hot they make fem reader look..

hope you have a great day/night <3

Thanks :), you too, sweets!

Piercing Problems — Hobie Brown

Summary: Hobie gets a little horny while piercing your tits.

Warnings: lots of talk about your boobs / very suggestive / not proof read I’m sorry but it’s 2AM / talks of needles, piercings / a short smut scene (a flashback) / umm I think that’s it..

Sorry is he’s ooc, still trying to figure out his character also this was rushed because this was requested a good week or two ago..

Hobie was back at it again with piercing your body.

He had you sitting on the counter in your shared bathroom. Your locs were put up in a bun behind your head with some pieces hanging out and framing your soft face.

You were dangling your legs from your sitting position, swinging them back and forth, waiting for your boyfriend to finish getting his stuff together to pierce your nipples.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You were sure this would feel like you were dying and you were 100% sure you’d pass out in the process. Hobie had told you that you didn’t have to do it but you thought about all the perks about getting them.. and they were really cute!

“Ya ready, love?” He turned to you with a sharpie in hand. He walked move in front of you to be standing between your legs.

You nodded your head and lifted your shirt up to reveal your hardened nipples. They were cold from the chilly air of the bathroom. Hobie cupped your breasts, fondling them childishly.

You kicked him in the thigh and sighed. “Stop! Mark the area already and pierce it.. I’m going to piss on myself, I’m so fucking scared Hobie.”

He looked at you and rolled his eyes. He pressed a kiss to each of your nipples and then to your lips as a way to reassure you. You knew he knew what he was doing but he liked to play a lot.. too much.

Here’s how the conversation went with him to even agreeing to pierce your nipples in the first place:

“Mm.. fuck! Hobie, please..!” You placed your hand on his head somewhere in his wicks and tugged his further into your body.

His lips were attached to your nipples and his fingers inside of your cunt. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a fast pace. Your hips were meeting his motions but stopped after you felt your cunt start to squeeze him hard and your stomach felt so full.

“Please what, babe?” He stopped his fingers for a moment, waiting to here the words he was looking for from your pouty lips.

You whined and whimpered at the loss of his thrusting fingers. You tried to move on your own but he held down your hips with his free hand.

“Please.. Please B, I need to cum so bad! I need you..” you looked at him with your lust blown eyes and he nodded, biting at your nipple which made you yelp.

“There you go, baby punk. I’ve gotcha ya. Lemme hear those pretty noises, yea?” He smirked up at you when he saw your eyes roll back in your head as his fingers started their movements again.

When you two finished, you kind of just laid around watching movies and talking mindlessly about stuff. Your nipples ached because of all the biting and sucking Hobie was doing to them. They were so sensitive. Though, how would it feel if you had piercings? I mean besides the feeling you thought they’d look cute on your breasts.

“B. What do you think about nipple piercings?” You peered up at him.

He didn’t say nothing at first, seemingly in thought and then nodded.

“Yea, they’re hot. What about ‘em?” He questioned, his eyes now on you. He knew where this was going but he just wanted to hear it from you.

You hummed. You didn’t know if you were very sure about your decision so you sat in silence for a minute, thinking it over. The pros and cons. The pain, pleasure, what about it be like? Then you were like fuck it.

“I want ‘em. I think they’re cute. What do you think, querido?” You bit your lips in anticipation of his response.

“I think you’d look quite lush.” He smirked at you. Instantly agreeing with this decision and he wouldn’t mind piercing it for you.

Now here you two were in your bathroom, at probably four in the morning, piercing your nipples.

You prayed a good six times during the prep process. You really weren’t one to handle pain well. A bit dramatic people would say.

After Hobie marked little dot indications on your nipples he placed the clamp on one and you gasped.

“What the fuck. B! That shit hurts. Is it supposed to feel this tight?” You winced as he adjusted it a bit and grabbed the needle.

He shrugged, “I wouldn’t know, lovie. How did it feel when I pierced your stomach?” He raised a brow waiting for you to respond.

You thought for a second and it felt pretty similar.

“The same way.”

“Then you’re good, shut your gob.”

You huffed and playfully kicked him again. He was getting annoying.

“Alright Alright. Don’t move, I’m gonna pierce ya now.” He grabbed the needle from the napkin he placed down besides you and steadily aligned it with the mark on your nipple. “Count with me, one?”

You felt the needle start to poke you and sucked in a breath, Hobie gave you a look and you let out a shaky breath. “Tw- FUCK!”

Before you got done saying two Hobie already put the needle through and slid the bar through your bud and quickly screwed the ball onto it.

“Oh my god, Hobie. Are you mental?” You stared at him wide eyed. Your face scrunched up in disbelief and confusion. You had tears coming down your face and you didn’t know what to do with your emotions at the moment.

He snickered at your reaction and clamped your other nipple, preparing for the next piercing. He cleaned the needle he used and the bar. He already cleaned the area he was gonna pierce and marked it. He thought you were doing alright, could tone it down with the screams cause it was, super early in the morning. You guys didn’t need another noise complaint.

As he started to line the needle up with your nipple he asked you a question, “Did you know Gwen and Miles kissed? Finally, right?”

“What!” You exclaimed and then that turned into a muffled yelp as he did what he did last time, slipping the barbell in and quickly screwing on the ball.

“Yup. Lad took forever!” He chuckled.

Once he finished cleaning any blood from the piercings you took a look at them in the mirror. Your tits looked beautiful with the shiny silver of the piercing sticking out of it. Hobie was behind you admiring his handy work.. and how your nips looked. His hands came crawling up your aides and he cupped the bottom of your breasts, holding them up as they sat perky in his hands.

He kissed your temple and rubbed his hands up and down your stomach and back to your breasts. You knew what he was doing and you felt butterflies in your chest at his movements.

“You like them?” He asked you. It wasn’t really a question more of a statement.

“Hell yea. They’re awesome, B.” You smiled, tilting your head up at him and kissing his jaw.

He hummed and pinched your sensitive nipples, earning a whine and a playful swat from you. You could feel him press against you and you knew he was hard from just staring at your tits with the newly added piercing.

“You know.. I should repay you right?” You turned around and placed your hands on his chest. Looking him in the eyes you bit your lip. He nodded, as if to tell you to go on, “Do you want me to help you out with that?” One of you hands traveled down to the bulge in his boxers. Rubbing it slightly causing him to groan.

“Mhm.. I want a view of those tits when you ride me.”

[morgana-larkin]

Chapter 16 of just tired pls pls pls

Ask and receive anon! I honestly got distracted by this Scottish ginger on supernatural, Rowena, and of course stayed up until 3am reading all the Rowena x reader fics on AO3. But here it is and left it on a major cliffhanger, you’re welcome. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

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Just Tired - Part 16

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (mentioned), fear of intimacy and abandonment (mentioned), Smut

Words: 3.5k

“I don’t understand why you aren’t staying the night.” She tells you as she watches you get dressed.

“Because I don’t have all my stuff with me first of all, and second, we both know if I stay the night then we won’t get much sleep as I’ll keep getting distracted by these.” You tell her as you walk towards her and touch her boobs.

“I still don’t see the problem.” Melissa says as she has her hands on your waist.

“Come on, you don’t want to sleep with someone. You have the freedom to have a whole bed to yourself instead of sharing it with someone.” You say and she looks down. “What is it?”

“I like cuddling but Joe didn’t like it.” She tells you and she looks back up and you look into her eyes.

“Damnit.” You say after a sigh. “I’ll stay. These are two powerful weapons.” You tell her as you point to her eyes.

“They’re just my eyes.” She simply says.

“Yes, they’re very pretty and they shine brighter when you’re happy.” You tell her and she smiles as she rests her head on your stomach.

“Come on, I’ll feed you.” She says as she puts on a robe and you put on a shirt. “You’ll need the fuel with what I have planned for later.” She says and you arch your eyebrows.

You both go downstairs and she gets all the ingredients out to make some food. You watch as she moves around the kitchen with ease. You love how a kitchen is her happy place, how happy she is when she’s in her element. She glances at you every so often and she smiles. You feel a little fuzzy feeling in your stomach every time she smiles at you and you can’t help but smile yourself. You don’t fully understand the power this woman has over you but you don’t mind either, you’ll just go with what you’re feeling.

“So are you talking with anyone yet?” She asks you after a few minutes and you look at her in confusion. “From the dating apps.” She clarifies and you nod.

“A couple girls, nothing much though.” You tell her. “Girls have always been finicky and complex. I’m a girl and I’ve been dating them for like 7 years and I still never understand girls.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Men are much simpler because you know what they want as they’re very forward about that. With girls, they beat around the bush.” Melissa tells you and you hum. “Take me for example, we’ve known each other for what, 6 weeks?” She asks and you nod. “You still don’t fully understand me.” She says.

“Well you’re not exactly a good example.” You say and she looks at you. “Toxic relationship aside, you’re the most complex person I’ve ever met.” You say and she chuckles.

“Well having 8 younger siblings would do that to ya.” She says and you smile. “By the way, where are you from?” She asks. “I know you’re not from Philly but you’ve never mentioned where you grew up.” She says.

“I’m Canadian.” You tell her and she looks at you. “I’m from this place called Niagara Falls, it’s near Toronto. It’s about a 7 hour drive from here.” You tell her and she hums.

“Never woulda guessed you’re Canadian. Although you’re incredibly nice so I guess not too surprising. I thought Canadians were very accepting of gay people, did you just get the only parents that didn’t?”

“Pretty much.” You tell her.

“You’re quite a way from home. Not only did you travel to a different city, but a different country.” She says and you nod. “Got a question for you, out of all the different schools you could have worked out, why Abbott?” She asks you.

“Well I was looking to move to Philly as they have like the best food ever, and Abbott was the first school to give me a job.” You explain and she nods.

“Philly does have really good food.” She agrees.

“Haven’t had the chance to try any yet.” You say. “Been too broke to get takeout or buy something at a restaurant. But since I got checks coming in, hopefully I can get some soon.”

“You free tomorrow?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes, why?”

“For lunch tomorrow, I’m bringing you to Danny Wok’s. He makes the best chicken in all of Philly.” She tells you.

“I don’t have enough money for that yet. I just have enough for all my essentials and nothing else.” You tell her. “Like if I forget my lunch then I’m fucked.” You say.

“You just got ice cream earlier today.”

“That’s an essential, specially since I’m about to start my period.” You tell her and she snorts.

“I’ll buy something for ya. His chicken is something you have got to try.” She tells you.

“What? I don’t need you buying me anything. I’ll just try it when I have the money, in about 3-5 paychecks.” You tell her and she shakes her head.

“I’m taking you there tomorrow and I’m buying you something.” She tells you sternly.

“How do you even have the money to have a life? I mean you get the same paycheck I do.” You ask her.

“It’s called buying a house with your partner and sharing the bills. Although this month I ain’t giving him any money, but I am giving some to Barb. But that means that I can indulge a bit.” She tells you with a smile. “And don’t even think about saying no cause you know you can’t win against me.” She says and you sigh.

When night comes, she gives you some clothes to use as pjs and gets you to lay close to her in bed.

“Are you in the mood to be the little or big spoon tonight?” You ask her.

“I want to hold you.” She says and you nod as you turn around from her and she brings your body close to hers and wraps an arm around you. A few minutes later she must think you’re asleep as she gives you a gentle kiss on the top of your head and tightens her hold on you. “I don’t think you understand the power you have on me.” She whispers and then sighs. “I hope you have nothing but sweet dreams.” She whispers softly.

The next day, as promised, she brings you to Danny Wok’s at lunchtime.

“What is that amazing smell?” You ask as soon as you step in.

“That is the smell of the best chicken ever.” She tells you and you look at the menu on the wall behind the counter.

“What do you recommend?” You ask her and she thinks about it.

“Get a container of the chicken, you won’t regret it.” She tells you and you nod.

“Maybe we can share then.” You tell her.

“Are you kidding? I’m getting my own.” She says with a smile and walks up to the counter.

She orders for the both of you and then pays. You each get a container a couple minutes later and you thank them before you both walk out. You walk to a park close by and find a picnic table to sit at to eat.

“Try some, I want to see your reaction.” She says and you open the container and look at the chicken. You pick a piece up and take a bite. The flavour really hits your tastebuds and you let out a moan.

“That is amazing chicken, oh my god.” You say and you look at Melissa whose cheeks are red and she’s staring at you. “Something wrong?” You ask as she doesn’t say anything.

“No, just, your moans are distracting.” She tells you and you chuckle.

“You’d think you’d be used to them by now.” You tell her.

“Are you used to it when I moan?” She asks and you shake your head.

“But that’s different, you’re so sexy and your voice is beautiful.” You tell her.

“And what makes you think I don’t think the same thing about you?” She asks before she takes a bite. “The thing about you is you don’t think people mean what they say.” She tells you.

“It’s hard to think people tell the truth when they give you compliments when they end up leaving you.” You say and she looks at you.

“Well here’s the thing, you tried pushing me away but I’m still here, so trust me when I say that you’re very attractive and very distracting.” She says and you smile shyly. “By the way, I was reading up on something called fear of intimacy and it fits you. The reason I came across it was because I asked Google about people who fear getting close to people.” She tells you. “But I think you also have a fear of abandonment there as well.” She adds.

“And what does this have to do with anything?” You ask her.

“Well there is a way to treat it.” She says.

“I’m still not getting the point.”

“If you want an actual connection and relationship with someone instead of pushing them away then there’s a way to do that.” She tells you. “You don’t have to but if you want then I’ll be here if you need anything.” She tells you and you look at her.

“Do you think I should?” You ask her.

“I’m not telling you what to do but I think living with the fear that everyone will leave you is so incredibly lonely. Like even if you’re out with a friend you’re still worried about when they’re going to leave you and not enjoying it to the full extent.” She tells you and you look down.

“And what if I don’t want to change?” You ask her.

“Then you don’t.” She says. “But you‘ve already told me that you want to.” She adds and you hum. “By the way, totally unrelated but can I ask you something?” She asks and you nod.

“Have you ever had a threesome?” She asks you and you raise your eyebrows high. “I matched with this girl and she said she wouldn’t mind having a threesome with me and another girl. I just don’t know what they’re like or what to say.”

“I’ve had one only once.” You tell her. “It was with 2 girls and it was pretty good. Since you’re a switch and trying out different things then you might actually enjoy trying it out.”

“Would you like to do it with me?” She then asks and you widen your eyes.

“You want me to have a threesome with you and this girl?” You ask her and she nods before she gets her phone out and shows you a picture of her. “Oh she’s hot.” You say as she shows you a picture of a ginger who’s 30.

“I want to try but I want at least one person there that I’m already comfortable with, which is you. But only if you want, I wouldn’t force you or anything.” She says and you think about it.

“Sure, I’m down.” You say and she looks taken back.

“Wait, really?” She says and you nod.

“Get to sleep with two hot gingers.” You say and she smiles. You’re pretty sure you only said yes because of the hot ginger in front of you and not because of the other one, I mean how could one say no to Melissa? “What’s the girl’s name?”

“Avery.” She says and you nod.

“Not as beautiful as Melissa.” You say and Melissa does a shy chuckle.

“You think my name is beautiful?” She asks you.

“I know it’s beautiful.” You tell her.

“Thank you.” She tells you and you smile and nod. “So what are you dressing up as for Halloween?”

“I’ll just re-wear last year’s costume, a sexy police officer.” You tell her and you see her eyes go black.

“You can’t wear that to school though.” She tells you.

“I’ll wear leggings and it’ll be fine. It’s not that low in the front, it’s mostly short in length.”

“Alright.”

“What are you dressing up as?” You ask her.

“You know that sexy redhead from Aquaman?” She asks.

“The one Amber Heard played?” You ask and she nods. “You’re going as her?” You ask and she nods again. You just stood there with your mouth open as you contemplate if you’ll survive Halloween if she’s going in that costume.

“Cat got your tongue?” She asks with a smile as she takes in your expression.

“Are you wearing the green outfit and the crown?” You ask and she nods.

“What other outfit of hers would I wear?” She asks with a smirk and you just stare at her.

“I don’t know how I’ll be able to concentrate knowing you’re in that costume and just across the hall.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Maybe I don’t want you to concentrate.” She says so casually. “Speaking of which…are you up for a little fun tonight?” She asks you as you feel her run her foot up your leg. “Or right now?” She adds after a second.

“Let me just see if my roommate is home.” You say and get your phone out. Melissa wasn’t making it easy for you as she took her heel off and kept moving her foot up and down your leg.

You: U home right now?

Hallie: No, out with friends for the afternoon

You: Ok, just curious

Hallie: Have fun with the redhead

“She’s not home and won’t be for a few hours.” You tell her.

“Ok, let’s go.” She says as she puts her heel back on and stands up. You get up as well and follow her to her car.

She drives to your place and you both run inside as you’re both turned on. You both get to your room and she throws you onto your bed before straddling your lap. She surges forward and kisses your lips and you let out a moan.

“Just a kiss makes you moan?” She asks with a smirk and you shrug before she trails down to your neck. While kissing your neck she unbuttons your blouse and then takes it off before unclipping your bra and ripping it off.

“You’re so impatient.” You tease and she pulls back and winks at you. She then looks at you half naked underneath her and she bites her lip at the sight. “Like what you see?” You ask her and she nods her head with a smile.

“I also like that I can do what I want to you and you don’t seem to ever complain.” She says and you go to the hem of her shirt and she lets you take it off.

You then unclip her bra and take it off before you feel all over her chest and stomach. You take a nipple in your mouth and she throws her head back with a moan. You move your hands all over her back and hips and she’s moaning on your lap and you feel her start to squirm. She then pushes you so you’re on her back and she’s looking at you with lust filled eyes. Before she can do anything, you flip the both of you over so that you’re on top and she lets out a yelp of surprise. You go to bring your hand under her pants and underwear but she flips you both over so she’s back on top. She doesn’t pay attention to her surroundings and you both end up falling off the bed. Melissa opens her eyes and sees that she’s fully on top of you and you’re looking at her with a smile.

“You didn’t have to get us to fall off the bed to stay on top.” You joke and she looks at you confused before she starts laughing.

“You take nothing seriously.” She says and you shake your head. “Hm, I like that about you.” She tells you and then she trails her hand down and goes underneath your pants and underwear. She runs a finger through your folds and you buck your hips. “You’re so wet, do you know how hot that is to me?” She asks as she keeps running a finger through your folds and you can’t pay attention to what she’s telling you. She then takes her finger off of you and you look at her. “I’m going to fuck you until you come, and then I want you to eat me out, got it?” She asks and you nod. “Good.” She says and then sticks a finger in your entrance and you gasp.

She sticks another finger inside of you and it slides in easily and she starts pumping in and out of you. She’s able to angle her hand so her palm is rubbing your clit at the same time and you gasp out at the sensation. It only takes a few seconds until you feel your orgasm start to build and you feel all over her back.

“Melissa, I’m close.” You say and let out a small whimper and dig your nails into her back.

“You’re so hot like this, underneath me and at my mercy, needing me to make you come.” She says and she feels you clench around her fingers and then you come with a gasp. She places kisses all over your neck and chest as you catch your breath and then she pulls out of you. She licks her fingers clean of your juices and she sees that you’re watching her do that and she lets out a moan to spur you on.

“Get on the edge of the bed.” You tell her, and she can tell that was a command, not a request.

She smirks before she gets off of you and sits on the edge of the bed. She then helps you take her pants and underwear off and you look at her completely bare. She spreads her legs for you and you see her soaked pussy before you look up at her face and see mischief in her eyes. You have to admit that the sight makes you wet beyond belief and Melissa can tell.

“Why don’t you take the rest of your clothes off before getting on your knees?” She asks and then she leans back on her forearms and watches as you strip.

You then get on your knees and run a finger through her folds and she lets out a small moan. You lean forward and place a kiss on her clit before you run your tongue through her folds. She lets out a small squeak and you think she sounds adorable. You keep running your tongue up and down her folds and she lets out a groan and you can tell you’ve teased her long enough before you slip your tongue in her entrance. She tilts her head back as it feels good to have something in her entrance and she lets out a moan. You slip your tongue in and out a few times before you move up to her clit and begin sucking and licking it. Your chin and mouth is covered in her juices at this point and you watch as her mouth is open and eyes shut as she feels all the sensations you’re giving her.

You reach up and cup both of her boobs and her eyes snap open and sees you looking at her. You start playing with both of her nipples while also sucking and licking her clit and she falls on her back. She starts letting out the most beautiful sounds and you can’t help but get very wet. You remove your dominant hand from her breast and bring down in between your legs and you start circling your clit. You start letting out moans and gasps and that gets Melissa’s attention and she’s able to lean back on her forearms. She gets a good look at you and sees that one of your hands is not on her.

“Is-is pleasing me…turning you on?” She asks you and you nod. She lets out a chuckle before she shifts her weight on one of her forearms and grabs your hair with the other. “You can come after I do.” She says and you let out a whimper. “Luck-luckily for you, I feel it coming.” She says breathlessly and tightens her hold in your hair.

She lets out a squeak as she’s right at the edge and then she falls back as she comes. You then lick her juices up before you come. You get up on shaky legs and go to get a towel to clean you both up. After you clean both of you, Melissa and you get comfortable on the bed and she wraps her arms around you and strokes your head as you nuzzle her head in her chest. You’re right on the brink of sleep when you mumble something and Melissa looks at you.

“What was that, hon?” She asks softly and freezes as the words you say.

“I love you.”

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i just read "bloom" and pleaseeee 😭 you need to make it a longer fic it was too good and also short

Aww, I'm so glad you liked it! Thanks for stopping by to request more. I decided to strike while the iron was hot and got another 1100 words for ya! Enjoy :)

Part 1: Bloom

Blossom

She settles at the kitchen table, legs tucked underneath her like she’s trying to take up as little space as possible, which is ridiculous considering she’s all I have eyes for right now. 

I follow behind her with the tea. Hers is honey and chamomile, and mine, well, whatever was left in the tin. I think it’s peppermint. I set her cup down in front of her, careful not to spill, and try to ignore how my hands are still a little shaky. 

She doesn’t say anything right away. Just tears off another piece of bread and chews. I sit across from her, and for a moment it’s quiet in a way that feels deliberate, not accidental. I’m not worried that she’s retreating back into her shell. I’m simply waiting for the next quip that I know is coming. 

“This is good,” she says finally, gesturing toward the loaf like it’s responsible for everything unfolding between us.

“Making it helps me think,” I saw with a nod. 

“About what?” she asks, staring into my soul. 

You.

 But I don’t say that. Not yet.

“Things,” I hedge. “Dreams. What’s real and what isn’t.”

She hums. Her eyes drop to the cup between her hands. “Sometimes I still think I imagined you saying you wanted me to try harder.”

My chest tightens in that familiar way. The mix of tenderness and grief and awe that always shows up when she gives me even the smallest piece of her.

“Sometimes? How often have you thought about it since I said it five minutes ago?” I chuckle. 

She takes another bite of bread, chewing thoughtfully. “A lot.” 

“Well, you didn’t imagine it,” I say. “And I meant it.” 

She nods, just once, like she’s locking that truth away somewhere safe. Then she glances up, expression unreadable.

“So if I keep showing up like this, being present,” she says slowly, “Will you let me?”

I smile. I can’t help it. It’s like something finally unclenches in my ribs.

“Yeah,” I say. “Every time.

She doesn't smile back, not exactly. But she takes another bite of bread, and her foot nudges mine under the table. It’s light, like a dare.

And I swear the world tilts just slightly toward the good.

Later, when the sun has sunk low enough to stain the windows gold, she stands. Her mug is empty. The bread is mostly gone. I expect her to murmur a quick goodbye, maybe head back to her room in that quiet way she does. 

But instead, she glances toward the door.

“Want to take a walk?”

“With you?” I blink. 

“No, with the bread,” she says, raising an eyebrow. 

We don’t say much as we head out. The path is familiar, worn down by footsteps, memories, and ghosts. She doesn’t reach for my hand, and I don’t reach for hers, but we stay close. Closer than we have in a long time. Our shoulders nearly touch with every step.

Everything has regrown in strange ways, wild and unruly. Nature doesn’t care what burned. It comes back anyway.

Katniss walks ahead a few steps, then drops into the grass like she belongs to it.

I follow, slowly folding myself down next to her. The breeze carries the scent of nature and sun-warmed earth.

“I used to come here,” she says, her voice barely above the wind. “During the war. In my head, I mean. I’d try to remember how the light looked on the grass. How it felt to lie down without anyone watching.”

I look at her, but she’s staring up at the sky like it might tell her something important.

“I used to dream about this,” I admit. “Us. Just being able to take a walk like this. After everything.”

Her eyes flick to mine. “Were your dreams anything like this?”

“No,” I say honestly. “They were quieter. Idealistic stuff. But you? You were just as sharp as ever.”

She snorts, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. 

“You liked that about me.”

“I still do.” The words escape before I can stop them.

She doesn’t flinch. Just turns her head toward me, and something about the way the sun kisses her cheekbones makes me dizzy.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she says.

“Me either,” I say softly. “But we’re here. That’s something.”

A beat passes. Then she shifts, slow and deliberate, until her head is resting lightly on my shoulder. Her hair brushes my neck. My heart starts hammering again, but I don’t move. I don’t breathe too deeply. I just exist.

For the first time in a long time, it feels like enough.

Soon, the sun sinks behind the trees and shadows stretch across the meadow like they’re exhaling. Katniss hasn’t moved from my shoulder, and I haven’t asked her to. I’m not sure I could, even if I wanted to. 

There’s something steadying about the weight of her, the quiet rhythm of her breath against my shirt.

Crickets start their slow, sleepy chorus. The stars blink awake overhead.

She shifts eventually, just enough to tilt her face up toward mine. Her eyes catch the last of the light, all storm cloud gray and impossible to look away from.

“I keep thinking I should be better at this,” she murmurs.

“At what?”

“This,” she says, gesturing between us. “Being with someone. Saying what I mean. Letting someone stay.”

“You don’t have to be good at it,” I whisper. “You just have to want to try.”

She studies me like she’s memorizing my face. Like she wants to carve this moment into her mind in case it disappears.

And then, careful and unsure, she reaches for my hand in the grass. Her fingers graze mine, tentative at first, like she’s afraid I’ll pull away.

I don’t. I won’t. 

I lace our fingers together slowly, and she exhales like she’s been holding her breath for years.

Her palm is warm. Her grip, a little shaky.

I let myself look down at where we’re joined, and for the first time since everything shattered, I feel whole.

When I glance back up, she’s watching me.

And then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, she leans in and presses her lips to the corner of my mouth. Not quite a kiss. Not yet. But a promise. A beginning.

When she pulls back, she doesn’t say anything, and she doesn’t have to.

The stars stretch wide above us. The world keeps turning.

And she’s still holding my hand.

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LOST AMONG THE PAGES

(A Zayne x NONMC!Reader fic)

(Word count: ~3.7k)

(Credits: All images from the net. Except for the color editing and brush strokes and writing are made by me.)

(Credits: Pinterest)

*TW: Angst, maybe not well written, NON!MC Reader, Reader has Anemia, heavy blood loss during periods, fights, shouting, feeling of betrayal and heartbreak, shaking, crying, unrequited love.

*Index: Reader speeches are white, bold and italicised.

Zayne speeches are blue, bold and italicised.

MC speeches are pink, bold and italicised.

Others are white and just italicised.

Thoughts are written inside single inverted commas and italicised, sometimes struck through.

Texts and chats have ‘Indented’ font.

Calls have double inverted commas, white and italicised. They are differentiated from other speeches. (Except for main characters like MC and Zayne, they will follow their color code as mentioned earlier and italicised.)

Actions are written inside asterisks, white and bold.

Diary entries have ‘Chat’ font.

If you’re uncomfortable with the following genre or any of the trigger warnings, then please don’t read ahead.

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“She was radiant, held an aura of brilliance…She was a Yellow Rose come to life…”

Memoir: One. Memoir: Three.

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(Credits: The Feels)

Time…07:21 a.m.

Date: 15/XX/2048

Day: Monday

Dear diary,

Hi…last night was well…we didn’t talk after that just went to bed…I fell asleep before him…I hope he’s not mad at me, because we did say our usual good byes this morning as he left for the hospital… but even if he was he’d never speak his mind out…that’s Zayne for you I guess…Anyways I’ll be off to work soon too at around 9:00-9-30, I’ll go make our lunches soon, and yeah…Tomorrow my periods start, I’ll have to keep the tracker ready again, buy some supplies, and medicines, I have a lot of stuff to do…I haven’t checked in on the flower shop either, I guess Raya did text me…I’ll have to update her on everything, besides there’s gonna a lot of shipment coming in throughout the day too, we’ll have to make the places for them, I’ll mention them about the place needing some touch up too and and and…am I forgetting anything? Hope not…Anyways I should get up now, go on with my day, soooo talk to you later.

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As I go about to get done with my shower, then get dressed as I pace around making our lunches, packing them all up in our respective boxes securely. It takes me around an hour and fifteen to do so, as I keep everything ready, opening my phone to text Raya.

RAY

You: Hey girl, sorry I’ve been busy with my doctors and tests these few days hence didn’t get the time to knock…I’ll be coming from today again, just wanted to let you know :D

RAY: oo yay we were missing you, and no worries it’s alright, how are you now?

You: Better. How’s business going? The new shipments are coming in today right?

RAY: Business has been good, although we deal with our daily dose of jerks but yeah you know it. And yes the shipments will be getting in throughout today.

You: K thanks! See you there then we’ll talk more :)

RAY: See ya! <3

Closing my phone, I check the time, it’s still a bit early than I usually leave, but I decide to go forth…

I reach in about twenty minutes by foot, after dropping his lunch off at the hospital, as I open the door and enter hearing the jingling of the bell, the sign still kept on “Closed”. Many greet me as I greet them back then going behind the counter putting on my olive green apron and headband, I access the register through the computer… “Last day’s sales have been good”, “Ikr, we are among one of the popular florist shops in Linkon.”, says Raya. “Ray! Morning!” “To you too! So tell me about the reports.” As we talk, while we arrange up the racks and baskets, the other handling the garden accessories and more…soon we open the shop as the customers start to come in…

We get our first shipment of lavenders and daffodils, completing the necessities before they leave off… “Good?” “Pretty good.” “They’ll make good sales” “Uh-huh”, as we tend to our customers… “Thank you Ma’am please do visit again!”, I send off the last one of them as I heave out a sigh, it was our break now so we’ll have an hour of peace. “You good?”, Raya asks… “Yeah, you know the fatigue is just getting to me…” “You’ve got in spare pads right?” “Mhm, I’ll have to buy more after work tho…” “Cmon let’s have our lunch then you’ll need to take your supplies and meds too.”

While eating, my phones chimes, as I open it.

UNKNOWN

UNKNOWN: Hey! This is (Name) right? I’m MC, we met at the hospital, Zayne’s friend…

You: Oh hey! It’s good to talk to you again, I’m sorry I couldn’t add you in last night.

*UNKNOWN saved to MC ^^*

MC ^^: No no it’s all good. Im actually on standby right now, just having completed a mission, so I thought I’d text you :)

You: Oh it’s my break right now too!

MC ^^: Great then! I was wondering about our coffee plan when will you be free?

You: I’m fine on Thursdays and Sundays, we close early on Thursdays, and on Sundays I take leave…but you tell me, you have it more hectic.

MC ^^: Thursdays are good for me too, I have lesser load well that is unless I get summoned…so Thursday around say…8:30–9:00 p.m.?

You: Sure works for me!

MC ^^: Great then see you soon! ^^

You: See ya :D!

“Zayne?” “Hmm? Oh no no it was his friend MC, she’s just moved into the city, we’re gonna meet up for coffee.” “Ahh…didn’t know Zayne had a friend.” “Pffft neither did I, but oh well.”

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Time…10:37 p.m.

Date: 16/XX/2048

Day: Tuesday

Dear diary,

Ughhhh today was hectic already, this one customer was at our ass, with demanding for a white rose bouquet on the last minute…told him it’s all sold out, but ofc he wouldn’t leave it, good thing Raya, took care of it…And after I reached, I got my periods, fuck it hurts like a bitch…plus the super heavy flow, I just want to lay in bed all day and night…This pain is gonna last till tomorrow, the first two days…I have to go in for work tomorrow, plus we have gotten a pretty huge order for tomorrow so I have to be present, ughhhhh! It hurts…I can’t cook dinner for the night…maybe I should tell Zayne to have dinner from the canteen and I’ll just go to bed…I’m crouched up into a ball, fuuuuuuck….I don’t want to write anymore…I’ll go now.

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As I groan stuffing my face into my pillow and the other pillow, tightly against my abdomen…I need the heat pad, I still have to take my meds and supplies…ugh I don’t at all want to do anything…I wish Zayne was here now…I wanna text him or call him, but I don’t…anyhow Yvonne did mention he had many operations today, so he’s probably busy or at the OT still…This damned pain…sometimes makes me worry, if I have a Cyst or not…prolly will get an USG later…Although my stomach grumbled, my eyes were all droopy…I needed to sleep…but I am hungry…I want my heat pad… “I want Zayne…”

Don’t know what the time was, as I was woken from my uncomfortable slumber, I groan as I felt gently sat up, an aroma of something filling my nostrils… “Hey hey…cmon eat up…”, I slowly open my eyes… “Zayne…? When did you—” “Not now darling…eat up first, then we still have to give you your meds…it’s too late tonight, I’m sorry I couldn’t reach earlier, we’ll have the supplements again from tomorrow…”…he called me ‘darling’, oh how my entire being craved for his pet-names…He fed me, I felt a comforting warmth around my abdomen, as I find my heat pad there, easing the pain a bit…Zayne…he…he sounded so soft…compared to most days…and especially yesterday…I felt my heart ease up…maybe it was just me…

“Where did you eat?” “Canteen.” “When did you reach?” “Around half past one…” “What time is it now?” “Two in the morning…”, I nod as I continue eating the chicken sandwich and at the end some chocolates he got for me…I chuckle “Oh Dr. Zayne is letting me eat sweets this late?” “It’s your periods, you deserve some slack”, I see a hint of smile on his face, as I smile too…everything is fine…

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Time…10:23 p.m.

Date: 17/XX/2048

Day: Wednesday

Dear diary,

Today went well, business was good as usual, blooming hehe. It was a shitty day though, had been raining since morning, thankfully it stopped a couple hours ago…Anyways well it did pain like a bitch but I took some painkillers while working, so ya I could ease through the day, also carried some extra toffees and chocolates plus some sour patch candies, to keep my mind off of it. I’m really tired right now, and the effects of the painkiller have worn out, so it’s gonna start stabbing again, although I feel a bit better, think I can make dinner tonight…Zayne said he’d be early tonight so yeah… I’ll take another painkiller and get to it.

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As I do, walking over to the kitchen, prepping for dinner.

LOML

You: Hey when will you be coming back?

As I go back to making dinner after the text…After an hour or so I was done, as I place them on the table, washing my hands clean, wiping them before I check my messages again…

LOML

You: Hey when will you be coming back? (Delivered at: 10:40 p.m.)

“Hmm he didn’t reply yet…must be busy or finishing up.”, I wait up for him, while scrolling through my phone, checking the posts of my friends and family, reels to keep myself engaged…

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It was almost around quarter to twelve, as I check his chat again…

LOML

You: Hey when will you be coming back? (Delivered at: 10:40 p.m.)

“Still he hasn’t seen…should I call him up…or better let me call up Yvonne and check…”

As I dial her contact—

Ring…ring…ring…

*click*

“Hey (Name)! How are you?”

“I’ve been doing well thanks! You?”

“Good!”

“Hey sorry for calling you up so late, but I just wanted to know, is your shift over?”

“No worries! And yeah, why?”

“Is Zayne working overtime again? I mean I texted him two hours ago, got no reply so I got worried, he did say he’d return early tonight…so I was wondering if he got caught up in an emergency or something. I thought of calling him, but then thought it’d be better to ring you up.”

“Dr. Zayne clocked out an hour ago with MC…they had dinner plans, Greyson told me… He didn’t tell you?”

“Oh…um no no oh now that I recall he did say he had dinner plans with her…thanks Yvonne, and again I’m so sorry for bothering you this late.”

“It’s no issue! But are you sure? I can tell Greyson to tell him to ring you up or give you a text.”

“Its alright I’ll call him up…bye have a good night!”

“Okay bye goodnight take care!”

*beep* As I cut the call…

…I sit in silence for sometime, but my mind is loud…too loud… ‘Again? Why didn’t he tell me he was gonna have dinner with her or that he had dinner plans…He could’ve told me, it’s not like I’m gonna restrict him or anything…It could be because he forgot…or maybe it was impromptu…but still he could’ve texted me, atleast let me be aware…It’s the second time this is happening…first he doesn’t ever tell me about her, and now dinner plans…What’s going on with you Zayne…?’

I sigh as I pour my portion of the soup in my bowl and keep away rest in a container in the fridge, to reheat and have tomorrow for breakfast…I eat in silence staring at my phone, while my mind blares with noises of, ‘why didn’t he tell me why didn’t he tell me why didn’t he tell me why didn’t he tell me why didn’t he tell me why didn’t he tell me—’

After I finish I wash the bowl and spoon and keep it in place…For some reason I suddenly felt like wanting to hit the sack asap…I didn’t want to ask him at all…not tonight…

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Time…07:30 a.m.

Date: 18/XX/2048

Day: Thursday

Dear diary,

Third day of my periods…the flow reduces today so does the pain, then again increases on day 4, finally coming to halt on day 5 or 6…I’ll still be taking a painkiller at work, plus I also have the meet up with MC…Speaking of which…I really don’t want to go…besides I didn’t wake up with Zayne today…I knew he left, I was awake…but I didn’t want to talk to him…besides I was too tired, and I palms and feet were sweating…I kinda don’t even want to go to work today…I feel too iffy for some reason…Am I jealous? But for what…MC? But…I chat make sense of it, and I feel too tired again…I don’t know if I wanna talk with him even tonight, let alone ask him anything…ughhh…Anyways I should get up now, get our lunches ready…should I give him a note? Act like everything’s normal?

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I sigh as I get off of bed, stepping inside the bathroom…Showering while my thought run haywire… ‘He could’ve told me…could he be hiding something? No no…he’s not like that…at least tonight we close early yay…’, as I went on to perform my usual tasks of the day.

Heading out, I was sure to carry my umbrella along with me like always in my bag. As I drop off his lunch and head back out…

…“You good?” “Hmm? Oh yeah Ray, just calculating some totals…” “You sure? You look down…” “Am good hon, thanks…”, as I brace myself and go back to focusing on work. During break time I get a text from MC, sort of disappointed hoping it’d have been Zayne given that my text was still on delivered from last night…

MC ^^

MC: Hey! We on for tonight right?

You: Mhm sure. Where are we meeting by the way?

MC: I have a great place in mind! You know Destiny Cafe? It’s really famous in Linkon, besides it was the first outdoor place I visited when I arrived here, well except for the HA.

You: Oh yeah I know it! Cool then see you there! ^^

MC: See ya!

“Hello excuse me?”, I look up at the counter, seeing an old lady. “Oh yes Ma’am how can I help you?” “I would like to have a bouquet of your fresh red roses and lavender dearie”, “Sure! My coworker will show you to them—” “Hey (Name) sorry can’t, family emergency call, I have to go.”, as Raya walks out the store… “I am sorry for the inconvenience but here I’ll take you to them. Please.”, as I gesture her to move ahead. I take her to both sections, as she picks out the bunch she likes, while I prepare the bouquets for her. After I was done, I take out the card she chose, “May I know who this is for?” “Tabitha…she used to be my best friend…once she died she left a void in my chest…she used to love flowers especially roses and lavender, it reminded her of her childhood…of what that could have been…” “I’m so sorry to hear that, may she rest in peace…” “Thank you dearie”, as she left after paying…Her words left me at an edge, I couldn’t stop thinking about it for some reason and her flower choices…Bright red roses and lavender, they contrasted each other beautifully and elegantly…

Soon it was time to leave, as I say my goodbyes, off to heading to Destiny Cafe…I am carrying a small bouquet of yellow roses with me, I didn’t even know I wanted to but I am…maybe the lady stirred something inside of me…

Reaching the cafe, I stand by the front waiting, as I open my phone to see new messages.

MC ^^

MC ^^: Reaching shortly.

You: Ok no rush!

… “Hey!”, as she waves and smiles brightly, as I return the gesture… “I am so so sorry, got held up by some Flux Anomaly reports, had to review them…” “It’s no problem…here.” “Oh my you got me something? Now I feel bad for not getting you anything—”, I brush it off by waving my hand, “Don’t worry it was impromptu, but I guess this is for the beginning of ur friendship? Since yellow roses symbolise friendship.” “Oh I’ve heard! Let’s go.”

As we sit at a table, order our drinks, she got a coffee black, whole I got a boba tea. “These are so beautiful, thank you so much for them! Let me at least pay for tonight to return the gesture!” “No no no it’s alright! Please your liking them is enough payment.”, I smile… “You’re really sweet, Zayne is really lucky.”, Zayne’s name icked me off, since he still hasn’t messaged me from morning or anything…and neither have I… “So what do you do?” “I’m a florist, I work at this flower shop down Hashcrew Lane.” “Wait you work at -insert shop name-? That’s like one of the best ones in Linkon! How is it like?” “It’s really fun, plus working among flowers is rejuvenating.” “Do tell me more symbolisms of more flowers please!”, I chuckle as I do, she chimes in too at times…

We talk and gossip, I noticed that she too keeps facts from her childhood herself, mostly mentioning some about Zayne and then her Hunters’ Exams and life in Linkon…

Time flies by as always, and we say our good nights. “I had a blast tonight thank you so much! We should do it again sometime?” “Sure! And me too thanks for such a lovely night.”

We part ways as I check the time…oh well not too late it’s like when a little late than I usually get off of work, it’s around five minutes to eleven. I walk the streets when I get a call from Raya..

*click*

“Hey (Name) could you please manage for the remaining days? I can’t come anymore this week.”

“Yes sure *I stop on my tracks, sitting upon a nearby bench* no worries, but what’s wrong?”

“Remember my mother had an Endometriotic Cyst…yeah it had increased in size, 7.3 cm…needs to be surgically removed…I’m not worried, cysts are really common…but it’s just…oh god…”

“I understand…don’t worry she’ll be all fine again…I pray that the operation goes all well…”

“Thanks a lot N/N, puts me at ease, but I have to go now, bye.”

*beep*, she cuts the call…

…As I open the door walking inside, taking off my shoes, only to see Zayne preparing dinner. He’s home early tonight. “You’re back.”, he says as I hum…I still didn’t want to talk to him, and neither did I want to cause another awkward situation while dinner, so I kept shut. Dinner goes by, as I take my medicines and supplements. ‘He’s not even himself gonna say anything about last night? Do I not deserve to know?’…

“I texted you last night…”, I start as I see his body language stiffen slightly, yet he continued to wash the dishes. “Are you…upset with me?” “Why would you think that?” “I don’t know ig maybe because I am feeling like you’re avoiding me. And what’s up with me getting to know from other people that you had dinner with MC?” “You had coffee with her too tonight.” “Yes I did but that’s not the point Zayne. The point is that I didn’t hide it Zayne, I’d informed you…I just…I just didn’t understand yesterday, first you text you’ll be home early, then you don’t reply at all making me worry that I had to call up and ask Yvonne. It was almost around twelve you had me worried sick! It’s different if it was your usual days, but not when you tell me you’d be early!”, my voice strains, gaining a sharp edge, laced with worry and desperation. “…It was unplanned for…she came over to visit as I was done for the day, told me since I don’t take care of myself at all during working hours and barely eat, we should have dinner together…”, hearing that ticked me off more, “That’s fine! But you could’ve atleast dropped a text or a call telling me! How long does it take???”, I raise my voice, my breath quickening, as I feel myself shake, so I sit back down on the chair and breathe in and out… Maybe he had something more to say but I don’t listen as I walk into the bedroom, putting myself straight to sleep…

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Time…07:57 a.m.

Date: 19/XX/2048

Day: Friday

Dear diary,

Fourth day…the pain has started again…my head hurts like shit, I feel really dizzy and nauseous…don’t wanna get up, especially after last night…Lord I hate arguments…especially with dear ones, I can’t handle them, they drive me to the edge…I hope he’s already left for the hospital, I don’t want to see him at all right now…Should I call in sick? I mean I did take a leave recently last week…on top of that another…plus Raya is not gonna be there her mother is in the hospital…Cyst operation… *sigh*

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As I slowly and steadily get up, dragging myself to the bathroom, continuing with my daily routine…I really don’t want to make either of us lunches today—

—LOML

LOML: You don’t have to prepare lunch for me today…I’ll have it with MC.

I scoff to myself, ‘of course.’

LOML

LOML: Have some rest…

Im not supposed to feel like this over MC, when she’s just the sweetest, but can I blame myself? I really don’t wanna go today…

My mind wanders back to the anniversary plans I’d made and pictured in my mind for us…the surprise…I felt sure back then…but now…I can’t help but feel like maybe just maybe he’ll forget…The familiar unsettling feeling creeps inside of my heart again, I know the name of it, but I dare not utter out even in my thoughts…

As I bury it deep down once again…I take a pain killer, and go on with my dailies.

Business felt really slow today…or maybe it’s just me? I feel incredibly exhausted and fatigued, I just want to go back and rest my eyes…Feels like I’ll be better once I return back to my apartment after my periods end for the month…

…Zayne and I barely utter a word to each other tonight, just silently minding to our chores and activities…I have this urge for the need of at least a small apology from him…

(Credits: The Feels)

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