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[hannahhasafact]

“You have been a bad friend to Riz Gukgak Adaine” the way I SCREAMED

[madamechrissy]

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pairings - Fratboy Plug Sukuna x Nerdy stoner reader

summary You decide to ask your plug, Ryomen Sukuna for a hook up - but can he match your freak!? Just a fun ass oneshot about falling for your hot ass plug - he won't give you free weed though! :') WC- 11k

warnings - college AU, explicit sex, oral ( m and f receiving) Sukuna whimpering, reader is a nerdy lil freaakkk, weed smoking, jealousy, Sukuna talking shit, p in v sex - with and without protection, cum swallowing (both) tummy bulges, back shots, Kuna has piercings hehe, aftercare, Sukuna being a little yandere tbh

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"What if we like... had sex?" Sukuna starts coughing up the thick smoke of his purple haze, wondering if it's fucking laced with something as you sit there, blunt in your hand and your legs crossed, casually smoking it as if you brought up the fucking weather.

"The fuck did you say!?" He demands after he catches his breath, you inhale your blunt now, you're by far his nerdiest client, you shocked him when you asked to buy from him the first time.

You scream good girl, certified Velma from Scooby-Doo - annoying  'actually - jinkies' nerd. The two of you even hanging out was a fucking anomaly, a mathlete and a frat boy, one he didn't try to figure out. He enjoyed selling weed to you and smoking with you, hearing your stupidly intelligent thoughts, he enjoyed looking at you too. Sure you were fucking gorgeous in that soft, sweet way.

So what the fuck was this!?

"It's been a while," you murmur, handing him the blunt back now, he takes a huge rip, coughing again as you speak. "If I'm not really your type it's cool."

"If you're... you... I..."

"Shit, it's fine. Calm down. Just was thinking it'd be fun." He keeps staring at you, mouth wide open, and you sigh, rolling your eyes. "Dude it's fine don't freak out. Forget it."

"Forget it? The fuck?" He's glaring ruby eyes at you, while you take a wad of money out of your little black backpack, decorated with anime pins all over and a ridiculous amount of keychains.

"Here," you hand him the cash, fingers brushing for a moment while he just stares. "Shit, I made it weird."

"Yeah you fucking did. Who just says that?" He glares right at you, thin brows low over his narrowed eyes, those sooty pink lashes too fucking pretty and long, god you're jealous of them!? Are they so pretty because you're baked?

"Sukuna, you've fucked like half the girls I know, I have heard you're pretty good at it." He blinks again at that, a rare blush to his cheeks, not fitting his cocky persona while you put out the blunt, letting it smoke against the tray. "Here's the money. Thanks again."

You turn, and he grips your wrist, pausing you, it feels way too good. Not only has it been way too long, Sukuna was fucking hot, every time he got too close you felt that heat, you literally clenched when he just brushed a big hand across your shoulder to grab something. And your boyfriend broke up with you six months ago, you thought maybe it would be fun to fuck him, Sukuna is sexy as fuck and chill. Now you want to disappear, clearly reading the room wrong as usual. 

You suck at that.

"You wanna fuck me? What, like... some friends with benefits? Or one time shit?" He stands, hovering so fucking tall, you turn and look at him, blazed whites of his eyes red, you swallow nervously, eyeing the tattoos on his chest in that thin white wifebeater that's just unfair to wear around you while you're ovulating, you can see his nipple piercings through it, and it's doing too much.

"I thought like once, if we liked it sure we could do it more. If we're both single and... get along... plus you're hot."

"Yeah I am." He grins and you roll your eyes.

"You know... never mind."

"Wait brat, shit." You sigh, looking up at him now, as he turns you to him, his cock twitching just looking at your dilated eyes behind thick glasses, your parted lips. His fingers brush against the softness of your sweater, watching your nipples press against the material.

"It's cool if you don't want to. Like I am chill about it  promise." He fingers the edge of your sweater, blitzed off his ass wondering if you're some fucking dream for a moment. But he feels the heat of your skin as his fingers slip up your waist.

"Think you can keep up with me, huh brat?" He murmurs then, snarky with his smirk. You step closer, your finger drifting up his hard chest.

"The question is if you can keep up with me, Sukuna." He scoffs at that, raising a brow that has two little barbells - eyebrows shouldn’t be so sexy, but then Ryomen Sukuna just is sexy, everything about him from his tattoos and piercings, to his ridiculously strong body. His height, his face… his eyes.

It’s no wonder girls do flock to him.

“Me, keep up with you?” He’s chuckling now, sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, impossibly cocky as he eyes you, acting like his heart isn’t racing when you set down your bag. “You won’t get any free weed from it.”

“I don’t want free weed, and you’re kind of an ass.” He chuckles again, when you sink to your knees however he falters, vermillion lips parted, you unbuckle him and look right under your glasses at him then, smiling just a bit.

Are you… cocky too!?

Sukuna hasn’t ever had this happen, someone just smiling as they unbuckle him with ease, he’s sure though when you see his cock you’ll pause. He’s a solid ten inches and thick as fuck, even if you’re some dick sucking pro, you’re gonna give pause. Your eyes widen then, licking your lower lip, making him ache to kiss you.

What are these corny ass thoughts!? He’s scowling at them, irritated that you on your knees has him, Sukuna, nervous!? Since when is he nervous about shit- and when you’re revealing him, and he doesn’t even help you tug down his black silky boxers, you let out a little whine that almost ends him. His hand enwraps in your hair, and your eyes meet his again.

Why are they so pretty? Why is he thinking that instead of being excited to get a blow job, as usual? You’re running your finger over his tip, making his hips jerk just a bit, moaning softly. “Are you sensitive, Sukuna?”

“Am I… you’re a brat, ya know that?” He glares as you giggle, acting like his cock isn’t way too fucking big, and you’re figuring out if you’ll be able to walk after this. “Stop teasing and show me what you got, running that pretty mouth huh?”

His thumb brushes the plump lower lip, you stroke him then, looking right at him as the rough pad of his thumb caresses soft lips, calloused from years of football but so gentle over little teeth indentations on your skin. You swallow, a little nervous suddenly, before taking a breath and leaning forward, pink tongue lapping at the precum already oozing from his slit.

Sukuna whimpers when you do.

You think you imagine it, this giant man whimpering, but as you lap again at his reddened tip, your hand slipping down his thick length, he does it again, quieter, hand pulling your hair so hard tears prick your eyes. The sight is so sexy you can’t take it, taking more of his thick tip deep in your mouth then, looking up as you suck him, your glasses fogging up from your breath.

“Oh, fuck…” He shakes it off, biting back another pathetic whimper as you start sucking hard then, he’s acting like he’s controlling your movements but he’s just pulling your hair, watching as you make more and more of his cock disappear. “Can you take more, brat?”

“Sure can,” you taunt, pulling back with a suctioned pop, but he is intimidating. But damned if you would back down from a challenge. You have next to no gag reflex, but you’ve never had a cock this big to contend with. You start sucking him deeper, head bobbing, the sounds of your saliva and his cock fucking your mouth lewd in Sukuna’s apartment.

The sight of him losing it as you suck his cock deeper in your throat, until he’s burning and stretching it with his thrusts is far too attractive, you can’t help but clench your thighs, grinding on nothing for friction watching him. His red eyes are bright, pupils shrunk to pinpoints as he fucks into your throat, the mix of need and the weed making you even wetter.

Whatever strain this was, it was making you unreasonably horny.

“That’s it, suck me deeper if you can,” he taunts softly, hips bucking up as he cups your face almost gently, fucking your throat so deep, feeling it tighten as you reach down and play with yourself under your skirt. “Fuck, fuck, fuuckk…”

You’re swallowing all you can, relaxing your throat as you find your clit, moaning then and vibrating right around his cock as he fucks your face. Your hair falls, and he uses one hand to hold it into a ponytail, letting out the weak little whine again while you slide two little fingers in your slick hole, aching for his cock inside you - even if you couldn’t walk the next day.

You’re thinking of how perfect all the ridges and veins would feel while you keep fingering yourself, tears pricking your eyes, glasses so fogged you can hardly see. He’s so close to cumming from just a few minutes of your mouth it’s pathetic, he yanks you off him then, looking down and seeing your hand between your thighs.

“What’re you-” You’re slipping your panties off eagerly then, straddling him and making his breath catch when you grind on his cock. “Let me touch you, fuck…”

“Don’t need it.” He glares ruby eyes at your audacity- he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to touch your body, your tits that are enticing him with every breath, that soppy little pussy.

“Well I do, fuck you’re slutty, huh?” You ignore him, focusing on how good his hot, heavy cock feels between your slit, whining out when he yanks down your sweater, revealing your lacy bra.

“Fuck me, please,” he huffs at that, revealing a pretty breast and moaning, thumb brushing over your pretty nipple, making you whine. “Ah!”

“Let me take my time, shit,” he mumbles, sucking your nipple into his mouth then, your hands entangle in spiky pink locks, feeling the softness of his hair as his other hand grips your ass under your skirt, dragging you over his cock. “This soaked, how? Haven’t touched you.”

“Touched myself,” he glares again, sucking your other nipple, having both your perfect breasts out for his mouth, while his hands sink into your hips, grinding that cock against your clit then, watching your head fall back. “Mnh!”

“You touched yourself, sucking me got you that excited?” He taunts, only for you to reach down, stroking his cock again, watching the blush on his cheeks as you move it up and down, twisting your fist just so. “Fuck…”

“Condoms?” You whisper, he nods, tapping your hip real quick for you to get off him. When he’s back with a gold magnum from the drawer, you’re straddling him again, but he’s lifting you up, sinking two of his fingers in your cunt now, and you whine out at the stretch. “Ah!”

“God, you’re tight… fuck…” He groans as his fingers curl inside your slick, gummy walls, gripping him so good, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. “Think you can take this cock, really?”

“Y-yes, I c-can…” he chuckles, shaking his head and hitting your spongy spot now, making your cunt gush down his fingers as you cry out.

“Cum f’me first,” he murmurs - he would never let a girl not cum before he gets his cock in her. He’d love to eat you out but you’re not giving him many chances to do shit. He’d love to kiss you, but he’s leaning back watching you fall apart for him, nodding just a bit when he curls them just right in your hole, gasping. “That’s it, can’t help yourself can you, slutty little brat?”

You should be offended, but you’re shattering for his thick fingers, gushing as the orgasm smacks you, rushing all over your body until you’re making a mess, the sound loud and echoing as he groans. Watching you cum, intense as he stares, something you’re not used to - gasping out when he sucks your juices off his fingers, moaning while he cheeks hollow.

He’s tasting you.

The sight has you faltering for a moment, cunt pulsing from aftershocks as you watch him, hearing his moan, when he hands you the gold wrapper. “Fuck, you taste that good?”

“It could be the weed,” you tease, breathless. He chuckles a bit, leaning forward, pressing a kiss on your lips, unsure of what you were okay with. But you meet his lips, and that’s when Sukuna almost cums then and there, he’s never felt whatever the fuck that is. “Mmm, your lips are so soft.”

“Surprise you?” He teases, but you nod a bit, a rough man with plush lips so soft they’re pillowy is surprising. “Take what you want, brat.”

God he’s fine as fuck.

You’re hiding your nerves when you tear open the packet, slipping it over his huge cock, did it get bigger, harder somehow!? Even the magnum barely stretches over him as you roll it down his shaft slowly, watching his sooty pink lashes flutter as you do. His lips kiss yours again, and you taste yourself on his lips, when his tongue slips into your mouth.

A mix of weed and your juices, along with something sweet - whatever flavor Sukuna is.

It’s too intimate then, yeah you’ve last fucked your boyfriend, but you’re not inexperienced either with hook ups or a friend with benefits. You’re choosy, but you’ve done this - but for whatever reason your heart races as he lets you take what you want, as his tongue ring clicks against your teeth, and you picture how good it’d feel everywhere, your tummy tightening.

The scent of the weed still smoking out in that ash tray mixes with his cologne, heady and dizzying, your glasses get so fogged you take them off, earning his chuckle as he pulls them off, sitting them on the table. “You blind now?”

“Literally… I can still see you though.” You whisper, it makes his heart race, seeing your eyes without them for the first time, he cups your face as you rub his latex covered tip on your soppy cunt.

“Pretty fucking eyes, shit,” he curses then, seeing them grow lidded, as your tight little hole starts sucking him in.

“Fuck…”

You both whisper it at the same time, as you sink down on his cock, bit by bit, and he can’t help his moan, loud as his hands move to grip your skirt, yanking it up and using it to pull you down. Your gasp fills his ears with the squelching of your greedy, slutty little cunt sinking more and more on him, and he can’t help but think if he was raw he’d already have busted.

That would be so fucking embarassing, he is Ryomen Sukuna!

He thanks god for the layer, but it still feels far too good, your cunt so tight, gripping him as you move your hips, rolling them in a way no woman should know how to do. He’s pausing you when you do it again, glaring. “You know how to ride cock that fucking good?”

“Show me what you got, Sukuna,” you whisper, acting like his cock wasn’t burning with that stretch, like you weren’t on the edge. He glares now, picking your hips up with those huge fucking hands, slamming you until he’s against your cervix now, watching with a mean grin as you scream out. “Oh my g-god!”

“Ride it now, huh pretty little slut?” He whispers, repeating it again, hands leaving marks on your ass as his fingers sink into the fat of it. “Where’s all that talk?”

You glare, shoving his back against his soft leather couch, moving your hips again and eliciting that whimper, making you smile. “You whimpering, Sukuna?”

“Oh I’ll fuck your vocal chords up next time, swear to - mmm…” he’s crying out again as your fingers grip his soft shirt, and you glide up and down his cock again. “Fucking brat.”

“Mmhmm, can you handle it?” You’re gliding up and down his cock, watching him fall apart even with your blurry ass vision you see it, how handsome he is, feeling his strength as his hands wrap your waist, and he bites his lower lip, brows drawing together as you hit just that spot in your cervix. “Mnh!”

Sukuna groans, kissing down your collar bone, your tits bounce as you work him, and he’s worried you were fucking right, how can he hold back his cum when your cunt is gripping him like that!? He’s lifting you up, slamming you back down hard, you scream out, your nails pressing into his shoulders, and he does it again, again, harder inside you, until you fucking drool.

“That’s it, can’t talk shit stuffed full of this cock, huh?” You don’t talk shit back, your eyes are rolled back as he fucks his hips up into you, holding you right up in the goddamn air damn near and using you like a little fuck toy. “That’s it, gonna cum aren’t you?”

You answer that when he slams hard and hits your cervix again, reaching down to find your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. “Sukuna!”

God, you crying out his name fucks him up, when he rolls it, feeling how soaked you are, making a mess down his thighs and yours, dripping with how much wetness is pouring. “That’s it, can’t help yourself,”

He’s pressing too perfectly, hitting that spot in you again when his tip drags along your slick walls, and you’re screaming out, the orgasm so hard it’s blinding, you’re trembling in his hold while he watches you, moaning at the sight. Your scream is ridiculous when he pulls back his thumb, sucking more of you off him before bottoming out inside you as much as he can.

“Ah! Sukuna…” You cum so hard you have tears of overstimulation, two little ones falling, just making you hotter. Sukuna groans, fucking up into you again and again, wrapping his arms around you as he moves you, and your cries are caught by his lips. “Mmm!”

“Mmm,” he’s lost inside you then, your little body moved where he wants you, your lips parted in screams that he drinks. Sukuna’s close, so fucking close, slowing his thrusts then and looking at you, saliva hanging from between your joined lips when they fall apart. “Fuck you’re pretty.”

“I a-am?” You whisper, confused and fucked out. Sukuna didn’t seem the sweet words type of guy, he swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he pulses inside you, making you whine out again.

“Shut up,” he scowls, you blink and giggle breathlessly then, trying to roll your hips only for him to smack the fuck out of your ass. “No more of that, I’m about to…”

“Cum.” You whisper, rolling them and earning another smack, loud and stinging your skin, just making you more desperate. “Cum for me, Sukuna.”

“Brat.” He huffs, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck, making you gasp out at the sharp tearing of your delicate skin, when you feel him fuck into you hard, his thick cock ruining your cunt, while he’s teeth hurt so bad you’re cumming from the fucking pain.

You shouldn’t have talked shit.

He’s way too big for it all, smacks of skin louder when he uses you, moves you, all you can do is gasp and cling to him, while he’s busting inside that condom finally, slowing as he moans right in your fucking ear. You’re clinging to his back, nails pressing in, screaming out as he pulses so deep, rocking you on his cock himself now, tongue slipping up the curve of your neck as he busts.

He’s never cum like that.

He can’t see for a fucking second, biting back that whine as he nips at your ear, barbell flicking against it, and he feels your aftershocks milking him, picturing filling that cunt up so full then. The thought makes him leak more and more cum inside the barrier he wants to rip the fuck off, groaning out as he hears your little whimper, as he feels you trembling under his hands as the run across your skin.

He wants you all naked, spread for him, hands slipping over curves he only got to see bits of. Wants to see that pretty cunt spread wide for him, shit he felt it - how does it look? How would it look pouring out cum for him? He’s kissing you again, rocking you on him, still hard inside your tight walls, which keep quivering around him, until he pulls back, looking at your fucked out face.

Holy fuck. - It’s all you can think in your head, mouth opening and shutting, when he smirks up at you.

“Think I kept up with you huh?”

“Shit…” You just take a breath, smiling a bit then. “I took it easy on you.”

“What now?” He glares again as you giggle, easing off him, hissing at how sore you are. “Acting like you can even walk after that?”

“I can walk f-fine.” Your thighs are aching, trembling when you stubbornly stand, blushing as you look at the cum spurted into his condom, so much of it too, it makes your throat go dry, wanting to swallow him up next time -

Next time - Would he want one?

You shouldn’t care, but you feel it, the nagging need again that shouldn’t exist, when you grab your glasses, putting them back on and bringing him even more clearly into your vision. He stands up then, walking over and throwing the condom out, wincing as he touches himself, so sensitive and still throbbing, while he watches you slip your panties back on.

“No free weed huh?” You tease, he chuckles then, shaking his head - as if you didn’t suck dick so good he wouldn’t buy you a fucking rock if you wanted to do that every day.

“No way,” he teases back, you brush back your messy hair, giggling a bit when he comes back, buttoning his pants. “Want me to fix your hair? Looks like shit.”

“You are a dick!” He smirks again, but you nod, and he grabs a brush, a flat black one with a wide handle. “You don’t have to.”

“I fucked it up, might as well fix it,” his voice is husky then, he turns you around, slowly running it through the tangles he’d caused, and something feels way too easy, too perfect. Your head falls back a bit, eyes fluttering shut, he’s sweeter than you thought he’d be, that’s all.

Right?

He’s methodically running it through your hair slowly, until it’s much closer to where it was when you walked in, and for a moment you feel so vulnerable, sucking his dick and riding him was intimate, but this feels even moreso. Aftercare is not something you’re crazy familiar with, you were always one to dart out of wherever you were after sex.

But you don’t really want to leave.

You’ll blame the weed and his huge cock, for your mind turning to mush, when he starts braiding your hair. “Sukuna, what are you up to?”

“Shut it, think it’ll look good on you,” he huffs, running his fingers through your strands now. He’d braided hair a ton during endless football events where the cheerleaders joined in, a lot of the football guys were actually pretty good at that and even curling hair.

Your hair is silky and gently falling through his fingers as they card through it, until he holds out a hand for a ponytail. You take one of the few off your wrist when he finishes his work, slipping it over your shoulder. You touch it gently, feeling far too many emotions hitting your throat then at the sweet gesture from an outwardly rough and brash man.

“Does it look cute back there?” You tease, looking up at him, and he clears his throat then.

“I’d love to see how you look from the back,” his husky words are met with a tug on your braid, you bite back a gasp at how good it feels - when his doorbell rings, making him grimace. “Yeah what?”

“Sukuna, open up,” he hears Satoru’s pouty voice, making him sigh, and you step away now, hastily grabbing your back, looking at him. Your little braid is tempting him to no end, to yank it, to bend you over the couch, so much he can hardly fucking stand it.

He’d always found you pretty, but it’s like he can’t get his eyes off you after it, after kissing you.

The fuck is in this weed!?

“Sukuna!”

“God, hold on.” He sighs and walks over, opening the door while you grab your lighter, decorated with some nerdy anime guy you seem to be obsessed with. He’s on the back of your car and on your bag, he noticed.

Sukuna looked better than any anime guy, surely.

Satoru and Suguru are at the door now, holding up baggies of weed, bright blue and green nugs that look way too pretty and fluffy, when their eyes catch sight of you behind them. “Heyy, it’s the hot nerd.” Satoru teases, earning your eye roll.

“Oh whatever,” they laugh as they walk in, Suguru carrying a case of beer. It was the summer after college, but they used to all live in a huge frat house together, now they’ve all moved into this insanely fancy apartment together - you could fit your entire dorm in their living room - as they moved on to their Master’s degree. You were an underclassmen, still a Senior in college.

You remember them all very well, but they’re all pretty annoying. Honestly, Sukuna at least seems to be a little more mature than them, but not by much. He’s taking a beer out of the case, as they plop themselves down, Suguru puts the rest of the twelve pack in Sukuna’s fridge, Satoru busts out the rolling tray and eyes you with insane blue eyes.

“Wanna smoke, sweets?” He asks, and you shake your head with a little smile.

“I already have, and still have to drive back to the dorm,” they laugh again.

“Shit those suck, though I hear there’s a big party at the old frat house this weekend,” Satoru murmurs, handing Sukuna the blunt to finish rolling. When his stupidly long pink tongue laps at the seam of it, your tummy clenches, eyes unable to remove themselves. “You coming, nerdy girl?”

“I don’t know, not really my thing. And should you be calling me nerdy, when you’re wearing Lucemon on your shirt?” Satoru glares, and Suguru and Sukuna snort in laughter.

“You know who that is? Damn, you just got even hotter.” He smirks and earns another eye roll, they chuckle but Sukuna’s jaw tenses.

He does not like someone flirting with you.

Holy fuck did your mouth work a number on him like that!?

“Uh huh, I might go, I don't know. Um…” You turn to Sukuna now, tilting you head back to look up at him. “Thanks for…”

What do you say - thanks for the dick?

Thanks for kissing you, braiding your hair, making you cum?

“Um… the smoke, I appreciate it,” you murmur, not wanting to just blurt everything out in front of his friends. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, biceps tensing and bunching, you see your crescent nail prints in his skin then.

It makes you ache to see the visible proof.

This was a dumb fucking idea. When you thought of fucking him, you figured it’d be great, it’d be fun, but you didn’t anticipate whatever feeling this was, the one where you didn’t even wanna leave. This wasn’t how you were - you can chalk it up to the breakup, chalk it up to the weed, to the huge - at least ten inch - cock that has currently fucked you stupid…

Yeah, chalk it up to that.

“Thanks for,” Sukuna trails off now too, seeing the evidence of his teeth against your lower lip, swollen from brutal kisses. His cock is back on hard when he also notices how your sweater is hanging off a shoulder, and there are marks along your pretty collar bone from his suction, damn near making him feral as he thinks of it. “Coming over.”

“Yes, of course um… bye you all.” They wave as you rush out, leaning against the door and exhaling now, trying to collect your breath as you hear them murmur.

“Do you like her or something?” Suguru’s voice is muffled, but you hear it, and you can’t help but act like some spy, listening when you shouldn’t for the answer.

Did Sukuna…

“She’s cool, we hang out I guess.” Is his gruff answer, and you hear the echo of laughter. “Drop it, so what’s up with this party?”

You sigh, stepping away, sitting in your car for a moment too long, looking up at the window of Sukuna’s apartment for a moment, wondering if you made it all fucking weird now. You wouldn’t say you two were ‘friends’ but you were cool with each other, and now you were listening if he liked you - as if you’re silently listening on the phone with a friend in middle school or something.

You shake it off and head home, ignoring the gnawing feeling, shifting in your seat at how sore you are, you really talked more shit than you should have, you need a good hot bath after taking him.

Sukuna shuts the blinds, having looked at you as you walked, just to make sure you were good. “You hit it, huh?”

“Shut up, Suguru.” They’re snorting as the smoke fills the room.

The three of them usually share all the details of their encounters, but he sure the fuck wasn’t sharing anything about you - how you are probably the best thing he’s ever felt wrapped around him. How you sucked him stupid - got him whimpering!? - yeah, no fucking way he admitted that to anyone.

*****

It’s been a week since you last talked to Sukuna, and during that week you’re absolutely mortified by the amount of times you thought about texting or messaging him on his IG. Much, much worse, after you looked at some of his gym posts before bed, you woke up the next morning cumming thinking about your fucking plug and his huge cock inside you, fuck it was embarassing.

You wanna message him now even, but he hasn’t written you, and you don’t wanna be the girl who mentions - let’s hook up - then gets clingy. That’s just not you, and it’s not fair, you’d brought it up and it wasn’t like he asked to hook up with you. When your friends bring up going to a DnD match tonight - instead of going to that frat party, nine times out of ten you’d go for the DnD.

You don’t dig parties, and the DnD group has primo weed too.

Sukuna supplied for all of them after all.

But you instead find yourself dying to go to the party tonight - you may even find yourself buying a whole outfit. Like some goofy, corny ass 90‘s movie where the nerdy girl gets hot with a dress, except you sure the fuck weren’t taking your glasses off for that moment, since you’re damn near blind without them.

When Sukuna took off your glasses though?

God.

Snap out of it?!

You may or may not have freaked the fuck out when he hearted your instagram story before the party, biting your lip and giggling way too fucking much. You don’t even take pictures for shit, but you were feeling cute, and that just cinches it in your mind - you want to see him again and not for some weed. You just…

Want to see him.

Plug Sukuna - Hey brat, you coming to the party or doing nerd shit?

You roll your eyes a bit, ignoring the butterflies in your tummy at how excited you are to have him messaging you.

You - Do I look like I’m going to DnD?

Sukuna flushes, looking at your insta story for the twentieth time, surrounded by girls wearing literally next to nothing, coming up to him as he sits on the couch alone - shit Sukuna never did at parties. He was the life of the party usually, beer pong champion, the one making sure everyone had the best smoke or really anything they asked for.

But all he can think of is seeing you again, and he wishes it was just your pussy and not that he misses your cute little laugh - how you snort just a bit - how you push those glasses up your nose. How excited you get as you’re trying to convince him to watch your cartoons - sorry, anime - and how you take a hit from that blunt, just a bit of your glittery gloss on the tip.

He’s got one rolled up right now in the middle of a party with music blaring, mixing with the conversation and laughter of so many people, dying to share the blunt with you, to talk to you - he wanted to hit you up so many times, but he sure didn’t wanna be the dude who got pussy whipped in one encounter. You mentioned casual, one time maybe more- but the two of you hadn’t spoken since.

Sukuna was used to women blowing up his phone, begging for it again, even now he has women coming to sit on his lap, which usually is par for the course, but he just doesn’t find much excitement in it. He happens to have one on his right thigh right now, when he watches you walk into the room - and Instagram didn’t even do you justice.

You look so fucking cute, sexy little pleated skirt and a black top that shows that his marks on your pretty breasts faded - they’re just begging for more on them. He swallows nervously, god why is he nervous, it irritates him!? But he is, as your eyes meet his, and of course dart to the girl on his lap, you give him a little wave and smile, and he curses as you turn away and talk to someone then.

Sukuna unceremoniously shoves the girl off his lap, he can’t say he feels bad about it either, as he heads straight toward you, hearing one of the underclassmen gushing and simping over you. You’re just staring with a brow raised, unimpressed at the fumbling man, when he walks over smoothly with a blunt, holding it out.

“Wanna smoke, brat?” You look at him now, he’s unfairly hot and shirtless basically, unless you wanna call that black silk open kimono a top. You can see those nipple piercings, a fucking belly button ring leading to a light happy trail that makes your brain short circuit.

You hadn’t seen him shirtless, even sucking him.

“We were talking - oh, it’s Sukuna, shit! Sorry…” the boy learns fast, backing up and stuttering when Sukuna glares at him. “Catch you later?”

“Sure,” you sigh, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers now, yours brushing against his softly. “I gotta pay for this?”

“Nah,” fuck he was a dick huh? He always is, but for a moment he feels bad, even though you’re teasing with a little smile, holding the blunt up for a light. Sukuna immediately busts his out, bright orange flame igniting the tip, watching the cherry brighten as you puff on it. “It’s blueberry.”

You inhale it like a fucking pro, when don’t you? Heavy, thick smoke falling out of your mouth then getting sucked back into your mouth. You look so good doing it, handing it to him without even a cough, just exhaling it back out, a smile on those pretty lips of yours. He pauses, unsure of even what to say, as he puts it to his lips, and your eyes drift lower.

Your thoughts are filthy as his, his tattoos curve with his body in a way that’s just slutty actually, black thick lines that aren’t fair honestly. Your body remembers him far too well, when he snatches up two drinks as you two walk over to a quieter part of the party, past a sea of bodies that eye the two of you. You take it gratefully, then wince as the liquor hits your tongue.

“Lightweight.” Sukuna teases, earning a playful shove from you, but your hand pauses on bare skin, watching his rippling, cut abdomen tense as you do.

Fuck.

Your pussy is pulsing from touching his skin, ugh it’s annoying. You know he hasn’t asked you to come over, so you shouldn’t be thinking this badly about him, but how can you not? The memories flit through your mind, his big hands that now hold a blunt and a red solo cup, and how they touched you.

“You look…” He pauses, wanting to say dumb fucking words.

Beautiful.

You do look beautiful.

Your eyes lock up with his, and he’s just sputtering like a fucking idiot, as if he’s never talked to a woman, he notices the shimmery shadow you’ve brushed across your lid as he looks down at you, so small compared to him. Sukuna towered over everyone, he was used to it, but something about it makes him want to pick you up, carry you somewhere and devour you.

Watch his cock in your tummy bulge.

“I look what?” Your whisper breaks his racing brain, he sips his drink and sighs now, clearing his throat and putting on a smirk.

“Hot.”

You blink a bit at that. “Hot?”

“Yeah, hot.” He curses himself internally.

“Thanks,” you trail off, it was nice you guess, but you supposed Sukuna said that to every girl, including the ones on his lap as you walked in. And you really hate that it made you sick to see it, off one time fucking him. “You look good too.”

“I always do.” You roll your eyes and laugh a bit, the sound making him ache, when his name’s being chanted by the pong table.

“You’re being summoned, Sukuna.” You tease, inhaling his blunt and stepping closer, so close he inhales your scent, driving him fucking insane.

It takes so much to save face and not drop to his knees and beg you to just allow him to lick your entire body. And he would, fuck, if you let him.

What is wrong with him.

It didn’t help he’d jerked it to you this morning, and every morning, since you’re clearly some succubus hitting all his dreams and making him wake up leaking pre.

“You good?” You ask softly, he clears his throat then, glaring at the men waving him over.

“Yeah, catch you after I wipe the floor with them?” He teases, and you nod, just a bit disappointed, but it wasn’t like you were close to Sukuna suddenly.

You were just…

A buyer, and he was your plug. A plug you had literally propositioned, seduced. Him being friendly was sweeter than he even needed to be. You put a hand on his shoulder then, feeling the weed hitting - mixing with the drink in your system, but when you touch him again it’s something else.

“Of course, I’ll be here for probably an hour or so, I don’t know too many people here.”

“Tch won’t be three minutes they’ll all be shitfaced and losers.” You laugh at that, but it’s forced, a little awkward.

The party goes on, and every time Sukuna wants to find you, you’re hidden, when he does see you, someone’s in his fucking way. Like everything and anything is blocking his way - why does he know everyone? Right now he doesn’t wanna fucking catch up, or talk, he just wants to talk to you.

He’s standing with Suguru and Satoru, as the three of them are sipping on drinks, and he sees you again finally, emerging from one of the bathrooms, but before he can think, there are three dudes talking to you. His jaw clenches at the sight of it, and he can’t keep excusing it to good sex, or wanting to hit again, it just doesn’t feel the same.

Sukuna can’t stand seeing you getting hit on, he’s glaring right at those men, sure he’s only fucked you once - but that’s enough to make him lose his shit. Suguru and Satoru are trying to get his attention, waving the blunt at him as he scowls over at the pretentious assholes talking to you. Your eyes catch his, you’re clearly unused to the attention it seems, a blush on your cheeks.

Or you like those losers.

Sukuna has been dying to fuck you again, but not just that - been dying to talk to you again, smoke you out, he didn’t say all he wanted to that day. Was it just a one time thing for you? He didn’t even get to drink your pretty pussy, didn’t get to hit it from the back, fuck he has so many positions he wants to do with you, he wants to-

“Earth to Sukuna.” Satoru says, and he clears his throat, taking a hit of the blunt and letting it fill his lungs.

“Yeah?” He grumbles, and their gazes go in your direction.

“You really like the cute little nerd, huh?” Satoru teases, earning Sukuna’s glare.

“Shit, you’re down bad bro.” Suguru chuckles, taking the blunt from Sukuna’s fingers then.

“Shut the fuck up. Just… we hooked up and…” He trails off again, and his friends chuckle, nudging each other.

“So you did, called it. And how was that, is the nerd freaky?” Satoru asks, sipping his solo red cup, and Sukuna scowls right at his best friends.

“None of your fucking business.”

“Oh shit, real bad,” Suguru says then, coughing as he takes his hit.

“Learn to take a real hit, and shut up. Not telling either of you shit.”

“We share everything, that means…” Satoru takes the blunt between his lips now, inhaling and smirking as Sukuna finds one of the men practically dragging your awkward ass to the dance floor.

You are awkward, hot and pretty as you are, you can’t dance for shit, at some point making a really awkward move Sukuna can only describe as shaking dice in your hands. “Is she… doing…”

Suguru trails off, as Sukuna laughs a bit at you. “Some interesting dance move she learned in DND maybe.” Sukuna murmurs, and he’s almost okay with it, you seem to have no interest, until the guy drags you by your hips against him.

That’s it.

“Shit… we strapping up for a fight?” Suguru asks, and Satoru grins, batshit psycho as always.

“I’m down to fight.”

“I don’t need your help,” he scoffs and stomps right over to you, where you’re being grinded on against, snatching the dude’s wrist up quickly. “She’s not enjoying herself.”

���What bro?” He’s clearly wasted, when Sukuna’s grip tightens he winces. “Shit, is it your girl or something?”

“Go sober up and dance with yourself.” He shoves at him now, and you blink in confusion. You hadn’t known how to dance really, you figured you would try, him grabbing you was creepy, but you figured you’d get him off you in a moment, when a giant, tall ass Sukuna had practically tossed the kid off.

You can’t help but feel it more, that tightening in your tummy, when his angry red eyes flit down to you. “Sukuna…”

“You weren’t enjoying that, were you?” He demands, speaking through his teeth damn near.

“Um… huh?” Are you just really high?

Is Sukuna… jealous?

“C’mon,” he tugs at your wrist now, and you follow him, so confused, yet fucking thrilled by his big hand on your wrist, in a way that concerns feminism you want him to literally throw you over his shoulder. “Short ass legs can’t keep up.”

“We’re not all giants over six four!?” You huff as he keeps tugging, and you yank back weakly, who wouldn’t be weak in that hold? “What’s up with you? You’re acting super fucking weird.”

“Am I?” He laughs, yanking you in his old room - no one has occupied it yet it seems, it was for the head of the frat and they probably haven’t appointed one yet.

“Sukuna, you’re acting… jealous?” You whisper, he scowls down at you, locking the door to one of the rooms then, arm on the other side of you as he is pressing you against the door, making you gasp.

“You didn’t like them, those guys, did you?” He whispers angrily, you blink a bit, biting your lower lip, he tugs it out from under your teeth. “Did you?”

“Would you be mad if I did? Aren’t me and you just… hooking up?” You murmur, earning a deeper glare, as your heart races.

“Once. We hooked up once, brat.”

“Once. You didn’t want more, right?”

“You didn’t want more.”

“Says who!?”

“You never messaged me… you…” He trails off, cursing now, and the two of you just stare at each other, your breasts rising and falling with your breaths, as Sukuna’s hands tighten on your face now, cupping it tightly. “Did you just want it once?”

“What do you think?” You answer back, hand slipping over his bare chest now, and then he slams his lips on yours, tongue ring clicking against the roof of your mouth when it dives inside, huge hands cupping your face even tighter. You whine into his lips, body aching. “So do you want more than once?”

“The fuck do you think?” He takes your hand, putting it right on his cock, throbbing and hard, you brush your hand against it, earning his moan.

“Then say you want it again.” You’re taunting him, nerdy fucking brat, he scowls as he tilts your chin up.

“You talk a lot of shit. Think it’s time to get all your attention focused on me now, huh?”

“How you gonna do that - ah!” Sukuna’s on his fucking knees in front of you, making you tremble, breaths coming so fast you cant function, when he lifts up your skirt, looking up at you with dilated eyes almost black, fingering the fishnet stockings you’re wearing - they have no right looking that good on your thighs. “Sukuna?”

“Hold your fucking skirt up, brat. Now.” You blink again, lost at the giant man slipping your panties down your thighs, moaning when your pussy is in his face. “Fuck, knew it would be pretty but… fuck you for it being that pretty.”

“Fuck me for it!? What’re you even doing down there!” You’re yanking at his hair, and he chuckles now, lapping his tongue along your inner thigh, watching as your pussy drools out.

“What do you think I’m doing? Gonna lick every thought of anyone from your pretty fucking head,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh again, you gasp. “Haven’t you been eaten out?”

“I have, just… you… you do that?” He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks under those pink lashes at you.

“Of course I do, ya didn’t give me a chance last time, jumping my dick like a slutty little brat.”

“You- oh!” You’re gonna talk shit, but when Ryomen Sukuna licks up your slit then, tongue ring flicking on your clit, you lose any words. “Mnh!”

You almost say you love him from one fucking lick, one wicked stripe of his wet, hot tongue between your lips.

“Nothing smart to say, brat?” He whispers, breath hot against your cunt while he holds your folds open with his thick fingers. You can’t respond, you arch your hips now, resting your shoulders back against the door, silently pleading for more. Sukuna moans softly, flicking his tongue again. “How about you be nice, say please?”

“Please,” you let out breathlessly, and Sukuna buries his fucking face against your cunt then, drowning himself in your sweet taste, your heat, while he listens to your moans mixing with the blaring music of the party, just an echo, his heart racing in his ears as your cunt gushes down him, messy as fuck. “S’kuna mnh!”

You can’t even say his name he muses, palming his erection over his pants, he can hardly stand it, he’d tasted you before off his fingers but this was more intense, the sweetness pouring as he tries to catch it. He looks up at you, your head falling forward, feels you trembling, while you crumple that skirt in one hand, the other balancing on his shoulder.

Sukuna’s tongue slots itself into your eager hole, already pulsing around the wet muscle, curling up wickedly and hitting your spot with that fucking barbell, you scream out hoarsely, head slamming the door as he does. He has you cumming with two more flicks, as his nose bumps right against your engorged, twitchy little clit, your whines and grinding hips urging him on, drawing that orgasm out.

You’re shivering, hips bucking up to fuck his face, wanton and fucking insane how you work them, greedy, pulling at his hair now. “Sukuna!”

“Mmh, you’re so easy f’me, huh?” you want to talk shit, but his tongue flicks and swirls your clit, as your thigh brushes the soft silk of his kimono, and you can’t take it, how fucking good it feels. “Say it, and I’ll let you cum again.”

“Easy… ah!” He’s moaning now, sucking your clit into his hot mouth, vibrating it with his own moans, your skirt falls so he shoves it back up, but your hands have entangled in his pink hair, while he’s devouring all the juices pouring from your slutty little hole, all over his handsome face. “S’Kuna…”

“Can’t even say my name, huh?” He murmurs, pulling back, his face coated in you, the sight should be embarrassing, but instead it’s so sexy you whine out, he smirks - having you whimper this time, when he stands, you wobble. “Can’t stand up brat?”

“Fuck… shut up…” he’s taunting you, but he’s right, he has to wrap an arm around your hips, bending low and running his two fingers up your sensitive slit, watching as your eyes roll back, feeling you tremble in his hold. “Kuna…”

“Not my name, tch.” You’re delirious when he’s pumped his fingers deep, curling in your quivering walls. “Take them off. Now, get on the bed.”

You are not one to take orders, you scowl at first, but when he’s slid two of his fingers in your mouth, and has a thigh between yours, you’re grinding on it, desperate, soaking his pants now. He’s kissing you again, before pulling back, turning you around and unzipping the back of your skirt.

“Do I have to undress you, brat? Where’s all the shit talking? Keeping up with your freak, hmm?” He’s taunting you even as his hands shake, when your skirt slips down, and your head falls back, whining out. “You don’t talk shit when you cum, is that when your pretty mouth shuts?”

“Shut my mouth, Sukuna.” He groans, kissing down across the side of your neck, tugging your top down, then up over your head, turning you as the skirt pools around your heels. He is stunned when he sees your body, swallowing nervously, tracing the swell of your breasts, the nip of your waist, the jut of your hips in wonder.

You’re nervous, him seeing you fully, but his eyes are bright rubies when they hungrily make their way up your face. Your hands slip to his body, slipping off the black kimono, revealing his body fully, so sculpted it’s ridiculous, you lean forward, kissing along a tattoo on his chest, over a thick pectoral muscle, and he huffs, hand entangling in your hair.

“You’re fucking…” he doesn’t know how to say it, fuck.

He’s never said that.

“Hot?” You tease, kissing lower, unbuckling his belt as you do. “You’re gorgeous, fuck…”

“Me? Tch.” You nod, and he sighs now, swallowing a bit, tilting your chin up and making you pull away from kissing across his tattoos. “You’re beautiful, brat, okay?”

“I am?” You blink a bit, and he sighs, nodding, jaw tensing so hard there’s a vein popping out. “Oh Sukuna… thank you…”

“Shut up.” You blink in confusion at him, but he’s already picked you up, your arms wrap his strong neck, as his huge hands hold you. “Don’t fucking dance with anyone.”

“Like… tonight?” You ask curiously, he snorts, shaking his head and carrying you over to a huge bed, one he used to sleep in, sitting you on it and brushing your hair back.

“Like not at all.” Your blush decorates your cheeks, as you bite your lower lip.

“Do you like me, Sukuna?” Your question makes him laugh, a huge tattooed hand cupping the side of your face and leaning down.

“Do I like you?” You nod then, suddenly shy for running it like you do, and he sighs, brushing your hair back as you tug at his pants, going to stroke his cock and eliciting that soft whimper of his that wrecks you. “Yes, I like you… alot. Okay!?”

“You sound so mad about it.” You tease, stroking him slowly, over those veins that wrap his pretty, heavy cock, and he sighs, snatching your hand now.

“And you, brat, huh? Do you like me, baby?” He whispers, flipping you around, your ass arching up and out, two fingers slipping back inside your hole, stretching you out, making your head fall back as you arch for more.

“Y-yes, I do, ngh!” He pauses then, cock slapping your ass so fucking heavy, precum drizzling across your ass cheeks, dancing messy on your skin.

“Shit, you like me?” His surprised words hit even your horny ass, high ass brain, you look back, getting up on your knees, reaching a hand back around to him now, he leans forward, sighing, cupping you under your chin.

“Yes, I really do. I thought… maybe you didn’t?” He shakes his head, he’s not sure the word ‘like’ covers what he feels, but for now it’ll suffice. “As more than a friend?”

“I don’t do that to friends,” he murmurs, kissing you again, fingers running along your slit. “Don’t bury my face in my friends.”

“Then… more than that?” He nods a bit, and you melt, pressing back against him as he wraps his strong arms around you. “I’d like that too - I’d also like your cock in me.”

“Cock hungry brat, can’t have a fucking moment, huh?” You giggle, and the sound wrecks him, he’s kissing you again, tip sliding on your folds. “Wanna fuck you raw, wanna cum inside you.”

“So do it…” Your answer to his insane statements is to get in the perfect arch for him, he moans as you do.

“Fuck, you sure?” You nod, hands clinging to the blankets while you soak his tip, gushing down in a soppy, squelching mess to the bed. “I’m not going easy on you this time, slutty cunt can take it huh?”

“I won’t go easy either, gonna have you whimper - ah!” Sukuna’s slid inside your cunt in a deep stroke, and without the condom you feel every fucking bit of his cock, from that fat, musroomed tip, to every vein in your slick, gummy walls. “Sukuna!”

“Fuck, loosen up,” he huffs, smacking on your ass cheek, you gasp as he groans, trying not to cum while you grip him so tight. “Now, brat.”

“I c-can’t, shit… ah!” You’re shaking as he slips out, then back inside, feeling so fucking delicious in your cunt you moan, glasses falling right off your face as he fucks into you harder now, slamming and bullying his thick cock deep inside you, so full you feel like you’re splitting apart, still wearing those heels and thigh highs, the sight of them right under your ass taking him the fuck out.

“Fuck, feel you, gonna remember my shape, aren’t you?” He huffs, as he fucks inside you, leaning over you now, hand on the mattress, gripping the blankets right next to you, veins raising from the back of his tattooed hands while his leaky tip drools on your cervix. You gasp out, whining when he stuffs you, his other hand cupping under your chin. “Asked you a question.”

“Conceited,” you huff, only earning him slamming inside your cunt, you’re blinded when he does, gasping out, ass arching for more of his brutal thrusts while he gives you the most wicked backshots, the sounds of skin slapping echoing and filling your ears, the party long since faded. “F-fuck, ah!”

“Like me, huh? She doesn’t like me, she loves me, doesn’t she?” He’s whispering in your ear, you weakly nod, you’re not typically submissive, but for him you want to be, when he rolls his hips up just so and hits your spot, you scream out at it. “Say it.”

“No… mnh!�� He flips you then, right before you’re about to cum, making you whine, picking your thigh up and pulling it high, your heel and stockings ripped off, one by one, until your legs are bare, and the heel of your foot is against his chest. Like this, him hovering over you, cock prodding your soppy entrance, it’s way too intimate.

Like wasn’t a good enough term.

Fucked up over him was better.

“Wanna watch me fuck your guts up, huh? Bet you haven’t had that have you, cock ruin your fucking insides?” He’s possessive, feral as he looks down, you’ve put your glasses on all askew, he tenderly fixes them before tilting your chin down to watch your cunt make his cock disappear. “God…”

He can’t take it, how sexy it is to see the bulge slowly form as he shoves his thick ten inches as much as he can, between your puffy lips, while you watch him, lips parted, glasses slipping back down your nose again, covered with a sheen of sweat. “Oh…”

You’re watching it, the bulge, ridiculous as he fucks into you so slow, leaning over you and making your leg press up higher, a hand on the back of your thigh, he eyes your face again, as he slips in deeper, till he’s stuffed you far too full. You’re struggling to take him at this angle, deeper, slower strokes, fucking you up with every single one, your eyes going crossed then.

“Wanna see your pretty eyes,” he murmurs, taking them off, setting them aside and leaning low over you now. “Can you see me, blind little brat?”

“Y-yes. Yes.” He kisses you again, while he’s bending you in half, fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, your stomach, fuck your throat, all of it, he’s ruining your cunt until she will just know his shape and you can’t say you mind, not when he slams hard, and you feel your body tense. “Kuna, please…”

“What, brat, need to cum?” He whispers, saliva breaking apart in a thin, gossamer string as the filthy sounds of his cock wrecking your squelching cunt fill the room. “Say please, huh?”

“Please, mnh! Kuna, please,” Sukuna reaches down, like he already knows your body after two fuck sessions, finding your twitchy little clit and leaning up, rubbing little circles and angling his hips just so, your orgasm hits you so hard, already sensitive from his tongue, his mouth, those fingers.

“That’s it, cum all on me, make a fuckin’ mess,” he murmurs, but in his head he’s already mad with one thought.

His.

You weren’t dancing or talking or smoking with another dude, ever the fuck again - he knows enough people, he can make sure of it too, watching your eyes roll back, that mouth in a slutty O as your cunt starts milking him then. He sucks in a breath, now laying his heavy weight on you, mean strokes hitting so hard and deep the smacks keep echoing as you’re so fucking full.

“Slutty hole wants all my cum, huh? Should I fill you the fuck up, have you drip me the rest of this fucking party?” Sukuna’s eyes are so dark with his blown out pupils, all you can see is black with red rings around them, as he grips your hip bruising. “Can’t even talk? That pathetic huh? Thought I had to match your freak, brat.”

“Mnh…” You wanna talk back but he’s fucking you from one orgasm into another, and all you can manage is a - ‘cum in me’ - which pushes him over the edge.

“Yeah, can you take all this cum, baby?”

Baby.

It’s echoing - Sukuna, your plug, the most popular dude there is, is sweet talking you and rolling his hips. One moment it’s ‘fucking slutty cunt, feel her’ the next it’s - ‘so pretty, look at you’. The mix of filthy, nasty words and sweet whispers, and brutal strokes that ruin your cunt and tender caresses is too much, he’s too much, you can’t formulate words, a girl who's never at a loss for them.

“I c-can take it,” you whisper finally, eyes locking, and then he moans, lifting your thighs up high, shoving them until they’re flushed with your breasts, smushed as his weight presses on your thighs, and he starts fucking his veiny, slick cock harder and harder.

“Yeah? Beg for it, huh?” you bite your lip, glaring. “Beg for me to fill this perfect little cunt, be the only one to.”

“P-possessive… psycho…” he’s chuckling, like he’s really fucking lost it, slamming in one more time. “Beg m-me, huh?”

“Fuck,” he’s done with your ass, you’re literally so annoying, but he also is fucking loving it, your attitude even as he has you bent and folded in half. “Tiny little cunt, bet she can’t.”

“I can, f-fuck… just… cum in me- stop talking and - ah!” He’s done when you demand it like that, when your nails press into his biceps, his head falls back as he feels his release, so much cum, despite jerking it all week it’s been building up, waiting for you. “Sukuna!”

“God, feel her, milking every bit, greedy, slutty,” he murmurs, kissing you over and over, barbell massaging your tongue, his huge hands slipping your thighs down as his ropes of white cum paint your walls. “Fuck…”

“Mnh…” You’re weak, head falling to the side for his kisses, thighs shaking violently when he moves again. “Sukuna!”

“Mmm, never wanna fucking leave your pussy, god.” He keeps kissing and slowly pumping, your nails tear into his back, and he loves it, groaning, hoping you leave your marks as he sucks on the base of your neck, lapping up sweat off your skin.

“You cum so much, holy…” He pulls back, grinning as he leans up, kissing your lips sweetly for just a moment, then glaring.

“You’re my girlfriend now, got it?”

You giggle, breathless, brushing a lock of his pink hair back. “Am I now? Not even gonna ask me?”

His brows lower, ruby eyes narrowing. “Nope. I do have a question…”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna smoke?” You grin, nodding, and Sukuna dips, for a moment you panic, but he’s soon back with water bottles and his bag of weed, while you’re in the bathroom cleaning up. He comes behind you in the mirror, wrapping an arm under your breasts and groaning. “God, look at you.”

You turn, leaning up as he leans down, kissing you again, soon the two of you are lounging in the bed, half dressed and laughing, as he inhales the blunt and turns to his side, studying you seriously for a moment, everything feels so comfy and perfect with him, heady. “What is it?”

“Just… you’re really pretty covered in me.” He murmurs, you flush, eyeing the marks on your thighs, your breasts, taking the blunt from his fingers and inhaling it into your mouth, gesturing for him.

He leans forward, and you blow the smoke into his mouth, he lets it fill his lungs and moans, big hands gripping the narrow of your waist, thumbs brushing under the swells of your breasts. He sucks in the smoke now, exhaling, when he takes the blunt again, sighing, brushing your hair back with his free hand.

“You’re still not getting free weed, you know.”

You scoff, glaring as he grins wide. “You are a jerk!”

“Just saying, you gotta pay. Maybe a small discount.”

“A discount!? You just came inside me.” He laughs now, husky with his smirk, laying back on his arm, bent under his head, inhaling again.

“Hmm, yeah I did, didn’t I? Okay, a good discount.”

“Psh!” You shove at his big body, when he pins you down, sighing and slipping up your skirt.

“Tch, fucked her up, huh?” He leans down, pressing bites, sharp along your thighs, you gasp out, feeling dizzy and weak, cunt throbbing from him still. “She’s wasting all that cum.”

“Wasting, what- oh fuck.” He’s got two fingers shoving his sticky cum back in your abused hole, inhaling the blunt and blowing the smoke right on your clit then, you’re arching your back, hips bucking up. “What the… mnh…”

He sucks his fingers, handing you the blunt, you’re blushing as he makes his way back between your thighs. You inhale the blunt now, letting it hit deep as Ryomen Sukuna’s tongue ring collects the milky white cum oozing from your cunt now.

“Hmm,” you earn a glare when you decide to put your glasses on his face. “You look hot, imagine - Nerd Kuna. Ow!”

Sukuna bites your clit, the glasses looking far too sexy on him, and watches you giggle, making his heart race. “Only nerd here is you.”

“Mnh, Sukuna…” He’s lapping at you more and more, the clicking and squishing of your cunt as he cleans up the mess he’s made, all while your glasses on his face are fogging up.

He puts out your blunt, back inside you, spitting his cum and yours in your mouth, tongues swapping it so messy together, big hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you with him to cum over and over, and you realize that night, in your fifth or so round - You think you might just be in love with your plug.

I had wayyy too much fun, hope you all enjoyed ittt hehe

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[duvetchico]

25 clips that had us looking like :0

summary it's jimin’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than by dragging out every single suspiciously couple-coded thing she’s ever done with y/n?

genre crack / fluff overload / lowkey romantic documentary / "they're dating but we’re all playing dumb" energy / yu jimin turns 25

pairing yu jimin x added!member reader

masterlist.

channel: user-duvetchico

[INTRO — 0:00] hey what’s up it’s me again back with another delulu edit that may or may not be grounded in actual real evidence. today we’re counting down 25 moments between our mother jimin and the added member of aespa, y/n, who are just besties except they act like they’re already married. anyways. it’s jimin’s bday so we’re being sickeningly sentimental.

[clip 1 – 0:13] from aespa’s behind-the-scenes vlog at music bank jimin’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, in full stage makeup but with a sleepy dazed look. y/n walks by and throws her a juice box. “what’s this?” “your personality, because u get grumpy when ur dehydrated.” jimin smiles without looking at her, pokes the straw in, and sips. “love u.”

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[clip 3 – 0:28] aespa's live chat: “what are you two doing later?” jimin: “cuddling.” y/n, not missing a beat: “duh.” dead silence and then y/n bursts out laughing while jimin just sips her drink and smirks like she got away with murder.

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[clip 2: 0:44] staff "karina, your mic—" jimin, already walking off “hold on i have to fix y/n’s hair first.” camera pans to her literally babying y/n, fixing her bangs and whispering "there. pretty."

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[clip 3: 0:56]

aespa's live

comment: “who’s your favorite member in aespa?”

jimin: “obviously the one i sleep next to.”

camera cuts to y/n throwing a pillow at her while everyone else screams.

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[clip 4 – 1:10] backstage fancam y/n’s adjusting jimin’s in-ears. jimin closes her eyes. y/n says something too quiet to hear, but jimin smiles so wide she almost forgets to go onstage.

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[clip 5: 1:26]

concert footage during the ending ment, jimin lowkey leans over and whispers something to y/n. y/n nods. jimin kisses her on the cheek. yeah. fans SCREAMED.

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[clip 6: 1:39] camera catches jimin tracing little hearts on y/n’s arm while she’s talking to staff. y/n doesn’t even flinch. like this is NORMAL.

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[clip 7: 1:46]

q&a segment question: “who’s the most clingy?” everyone simultaneously: “jimin.” jimin: “i am NOT—” camera cuts to jimin literally holding y/n’s pinky in hers under the table.

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[clip 8: 1:58]

cafe vlog jimin feeding y/n cake while saying “say ahhh.” y/n: “you’re so annoying.” jimin: “say that again after i just bought you a $7 slice of cake.”

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[clip 9: 2:12]

idol room game task: “call the person you love the most” jimin immediately dials y/n. y/n picks up like “why are you calling me we’re literally in the same room.” jimin: “bc i love you. duh.”

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[clip 10 – 2:30] training room y/n’s struggling with choreo. jimin just sits next to her and holds her hand. “wanna try again?” “not yet.” “ok. i’ll sit here with you.” cue soft music and hearts exploding

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[clip 11 – 2:48] instagram live fan: “what do you like most about y/n?” jimin, looking up: “her heart.” y/n, offscreen: “and my ass right??” jimin: “....also that.”

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[clip 12 – 3:00] concert footage during aespa’s ment, jimin’s talking, and y/n walks behind her and lightly tugs at the back of her jacket. jimin pauses, leans back a little like muscle memory, and they just stand there like that for 10 seconds before realizing 10,000 people are staring.

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[clip 13 - 3:10]

random interview

jimin holding y/n’s hand during an aespa interview. she lowkey rubs circles with her thumb. they ask what jimin does to relax. “i hang out with y/n.” and everyone goes “awww” while y/n blushes hard and tries to disappear into the floor.

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[clip 14 - 3:33]

award show red carpet

they’re standing side by side, hand on lower back, classic pose. interviewer: “you two are very close—any messages for each other?” jimin looks at y/n and just goes: “thank you for existing.” y/n’s face goes FULL red. “bro. you could’ve just said ‘you look nice’ like a normal person.” jimin: “no fun in that.”

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[clip 15 - 3:49]

aespa behind ep, japan tour

camera pans to jimin sleeping in the van, head on y/n’s shoulder, mouth slightly open. y/n's literally just scrolling through her phone with one headphone in, unfazed.

staff voice (off-cam): “you could move her head if it's heavy.”

y/n: “nope. it’s fine. she only drooled once.”

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[clip 16 - 4:01]

instagram live

y/n, half-asleep: “jimin just texted me to eat something. do i look like i wanna chew right now.”

chat: “why does she know you haven’t eaten?”

y/n: “bro she tracks me like a damn fitness app.”

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[clip 17 - 4:10]

airport candid

jimin places her coat on y/n’s shoulders and walks off like nothing happened. y/n stares at the camera like “y’all saw that right.”

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[clip 18 - 4:18]

concert moment

they pass the mic to y/n to talk. jimin's behind her mouthing every single word she says.

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[clip 19 - 4:25]

q&a fan event

fan: “describe each other in one word.”

jimin: “mine.”

crowd: “???!!?!?”

jimin: laughs nervously “LIKE—like she’s my member. i mean. like she belongs to the group. yk?”

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[clip 20 - 4:37]

fan spotted them at a café together

jimin and y/n laughing so loud jimin actually hits the table. y/n wipes whipped cream off her lip and flicks it at her.

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[clip 21 - 4:49]

award show ending

jimin offers her hand to y/n to help her off stage. doesn’t let go until they reach the dressing room.

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[clip 22 5:00]

concert ending

they’re waving goodbye. y/n reaches over and links pinkies with jimin. “did you have fun?” “only because you were there.” “gay.” “you love it.”

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[clip 23 - 5:13]

jimin's birthday at their concert

jimin’s on stage during a concert, gets handed the mic for her birthday. she turns to y/n in the crowd. “thank you for being my person. even when i’m annoying. and weird. and obsessed with you.” y/n shouts something back. jimin laughs and covers her face. “okay stop i’m gonna cry now.”

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[clip 24 - 5:20]

last night a phone cam video. the members are singing happy birthday. jimin’s about to blow the candles out when she glances at y/n. “make a wish,” y/n says. jimin: “already got it.” y/n: freakin dies

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[clip 25 - 5:33]

aespa surprise live for jimin

scene opens with aeri filming the cake. arguing in the background. ningning is yelling something about lighting the candles properly. minjeong is just... eating frosting. and then—

jimin walks in, eyes all sleepy but smiling, and y/n’s already standing behind the couch like she’s been waiting for her or some shit. she immediately pulls jimin into a hug, and you hear aeri screaming in the background like “OH MY GODDDD GUYS GET A ROOM.”

they don’t even flinch. y/n’s arms are wrapped around her waist from behind, chin resting on jimin’s shoulder while jimin just leans back into it like it’s second nature. they're swaying. it’s disgustingly adorable.

then jimin turns her head slightly and says (into the mic she didn’t realize was ON) “i told you i only wanted to spend my birthday with you first...”

y/n literally freezes. everyone heard that. the silence was LOUD. ningning drops a spoon.

jimin realizes. blinks. “WAIT—THE MIC—”

minjeong collapses on the couch laughing. aeri is wheezing. live goes mess. jimin turns bright red and tries to play it off like “hahaha i meant like... metaphorically... like you... the fans... plural...”

[OUTRO – 6:00]

anyway. if they’re not dating, then i’m dating them. happy birthday to jimin, aespa’s leader, and certified simp. if they’re not really dating, then i’m deleting this video. but like… i’m not deleting shit. and for y/n.... go give your gf forehead kisses rn or i’ll do it first.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Mirror ceiling- P.SH

I had a dream last night...

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut, overstimulation

Alexa, play Pretty Please by Dutch Melrose

Somewhere in Hongdae, Seoul city

1:12 am

Seonghwa hadn’t planned on staying out this long.

He sat comfortably in the plush booth, sipping something icy and strong, the ice clinking softly against the rim of his glass. San was across from him, his head bouncing with restless energy, and Hongjoong leaned back like he owned the lounge, his fingers drumming against the side of his glass in time with the music’s heavy pulse.

They’d escaped the industry event like it was a prison break, laughing as they ducked into a cab and told the driver, “Anywhere with music but no VIPs”. That’s how they ended up there— no velvet rope, no flashing cameras. Just fog machines, pink lights, and strangers.

Seonghwa liked it, he could finally breathe. He was still catching his breath when he saw you.

It was just a flicker at first— your silhouette between flashes of soft red and fuchsia. You wore confidence like a second skin, radiant with the kind of joy that wasn’t forced for photos. You moved like you weren’t trying to impress anyone, like the music belonged to you, like your body learned rhythm before language.

His drink paused midway to his mouth.

“Earth to Hwa”, San nudged, following his gaze, “Ahhh! Got it”

“What?”, Seonghwa blinked, adjusting his rings like they were excuses not to stare.

Hongjoong smirked, “The one in black boots? Yeah. You’ve been looking for a reason to move all night”

“I don’t know…”, he started, already flustered.

“Bro”, San leaned in, eyes wide, “She’s literally dancing like she’s the main character in a movie and you’re her romantic interest. Go!”

Seonghwa hesitated.

You glanced over your shoulder, caughting. his eyes. And then— you smiled.

Something cracked open in his chest.

He stood before he could think twice, fingers twitching, blood boiling. He made his way toward you like that smile wasn’t a coincidence but an invitation.

You didn’t stop dancing when he approached. You just turned to face him and kept moving, eyes locked with his, smile growing, challenging.

He moved with you. It started small, a sway, a slow tilt of his hips that matched your rhythm. The space between you disappeared like smoke. Your fingers brushed his chest, barely there, and he exhaled like you’d taken the air right out of his lungs. He rested a hand on your waist, feather lightly, letting you guide.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to. Your bodies were already saying everything— each step, each turn, was a sentence written in music and heat. You pressed closer, arms curling around his shoulders, and he leaned in like he could fall into you.

Your thigh grazed his. His hand tightened slightly on your waist. You moved like liquid, like silk, like you knew he was unraveling. And he was— completely. Flushed, breathless, drunk on you.

When the music slowed, your lips brushed his ear and you whispered, “Come outside with me”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

1:43 Am

The night air was cool against his skin. He followed you through the back door without a word, adrenaline still humming under his skin like aftershock. The alley was quiet, the wall behind you cold and damp with city fog. The world had narrowed down to this— just him, and you, and the echo of the beat fading behind closed doors.

He stood close without touching you.

You were pressed to the cement wall, arms crossed over your chest, hair messy from dancing, cheeks glowing. You looked up at him like you knew all his secrets already.

“You always dance like that with strangers?”, he asked, voice soft.

You tilted your head, “You didn’t feel like a stranger”

A breath caught in his throat. He stepped closer.

“Where are you from?”, he asked, “You don’t seem like a local”

“Yeah” you said, “I’m visiting. Trying to live a little”

“You do” he breathed, “Live. I can feel it”

The tension between you was too thick to ignore.

“Do you do this a lot?” you asked

“Do what?”

“Run from the noise?”

“Sometimes”, he said, “But I don’t usually end up finding someone like you in the quiet”

You smiled slowly, biting the inside of your cheek, “Lucky night?”

He leaned in. The wall pressed into your spine, his hand rested against the concrete beside your head, just barely caging you in.

“No”, he murmured, voice softer than usual, “Right place. Right time”

You reached for him, fingers curled on shirt.

His hands found your hips, pulling you closer as he leaned in.

The kiss started soft, tentative. Your lips brushed his once, then again, lingering a little longer. He breathed through his nose, the scent of you dizzying. The world slowed down immediately.

And then you deepened it.

Your hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading in his hair, and he groaned into your mouth like he’d been holding it back all night. His lips opened under yours, eager, and your mouths met over and over again— tender, then desperate, then wild with need.

You kissed like you were dancing again. Bodies moving, finding rhythm, pressing closer.

His hand slid up your back, then down again, over the curve of your waist, anchoring you to him. Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, but he didn’t stop kissing you. You tilted your chin, let him taste more of you, let his tongue drag against yours in lazy, hot movements. He pulled back just once to breathe, nose brushing yours.

Your breaths mixed, your mouths almost touched again. Then, in the quietest voice, you asked

“Wanna get out of here?”

He nodded, pupils blowing wild

“Yeah”, he whispered, “Just… say where”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

2:18 am

You didn’t say much in the cab.

Seonghwa’s hand rested lightly on your thigh the whole ride, his fingers drawing random shapes through the fabric of your skirt like he needed to do it to stay grounded. His other hand fidgeted with the rings on his fingers. Every once in a while, your eyes met in the reflection of the car window. He looked wrecked already— lips swollen, pupils blown wide, chest rising slow and deep.

The motel you picked was tucked away down a side street, anonymous and glowing pink under its signage. Discreet entrance, hourly rates. You both knew exactly what this was.

But somehow, it didn’t feel cheap.

The room was bathed in violet and blue light. There were pink LED strips along the walls. It was clean, quiet, just a low hum of music from the touchscreen panel.

But the centerpiece— was the mirror.

Set into the ceiling directly above the bed.

You paused in the middle of the room and looked up.

“Seriously?”, you said, giggling

Seonghwa stood behind you, and his reflection met yours in the glass above. His eyes flicked between the mirror and you like he was imagining things you hadn’t even thought about yet.

“It’s kind of…” he cleared his throat, stepped closer, his chest brushing your back, “…hot?”

You turned in his arms.

“Yeah. It's”, you whispered

You kissed him again but slower this time. Not frantic like the alley, not rushed.

Like you had all night to ruin each other. And you had

His hands slid over your hips, then under your shirt, exploring the line of your spine, the heat of your skin. You pressed into him, mouths parting just slightly with each kiss, letting him feel the rhythm of your breathing.

He groaned low when you tugged off his jacket, then his shirt, leaving him bare and glowing under the violet light. His chest rose and fell unevenly, and when you reached up to drag your nails across it— he shivered.

You pushed him gently back toward the bed, and he went, eyes never leaving yours. He sat on the edge, legs spread, arms open. You stood between them and slowly pulled your top over your head.

His breath caught.

“Lie back”, you said.

He obeyed without hesitation.

And there he was— Seonghwa, stretched out against the white sheets, flushed under the neon haze, his body reflecting perfectly above him. He glanced at the ceiling once and then back at you, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

You climbed over him, straddling his hips, hands trailing down his chest. The mirror caught everything— the curve of your back as you leaned down to kiss along his neck, the way his hands gripped your thighs, the way he watched with curious eyes.

You leaned close to his ear, “Watch me”

And he did.

You kissed him while he stared up at the two of you moving together in the mirror— tongues slow and hot, hips beginning to roll in slow waves as your bodies started to meet.

When you sank onto him for the first time, his head fell back with a gasp. But his eyes stayed on the ceiling.

Your hands found his, laced your fingers together, and guided his palms to your waist.

You rode him slowly at first, letting every motion take to the next one. The mirror let you see everything— how your hips moved, how his abs flexed when he groaned, how your faces twisted in unfiltered pleasure.

He looked up like it was art, like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

The rhythm picked up gradually.

You leaned forward, bracing your hands against his chest, angling just right

“Fuck… yes” he moaned, hips lifting into yours.

You could feel how close he was by how his fingers dug into your skin, how his brows knit together, how his thighs began to tremble under you. His mouth found your shoulder, your collarbone, your lips— messy and desperate.

But suddenly, his hands moved. Firm, with purpose.

He sat up beneath you, chest against yours, and murmured into your skin, “Turn around”

You blinked, still breathless.

“I want to see you”, he rasped, “all of you”

You whimpered, nodding, and shifted slowly off him, knees shaky. He guided you with gentle touches, helping you to get on your hands and knees at the center of the bed.

And then you felt him again, his hands on your hips, his chest brushing your back as he leaned over you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, lips against your ear.

You nodded.

He pushed back inside you slowly, filling you in one long, aching glide.

Your mouth fell open, hands gripping the sheets, the mirror catching the exact moment your head dropped forward and your jaw dropped with pleasure.

He groaned behind you, “Fuck… look at you…”

His hips began to move again, deeper. With each thrust, your bodies met with a loud slap, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck.

Then his hand slid up your back, fingers trailing over your shoulder blades, up your nape. He tangled them in your hair and gently pulled, not harsh, just enough to lift your face.

“Eyes on the mirror” he whispered.

Your gaze met your own— your flushed, trembling body and Seonghwa behind you, eyes burning, lips parted as he watched the way you took him. Your cheeks were red, lips parted, eyes wild with it all. It was dizzying how vulnerable, how powerful you felt, being seen like this.

His grip in your hair tightened just a little as he picked up the pace. You moaned out his name, helpless against the rhythm he set.

The way he moved felt like he was giving you everything while holding just enough back to make you beg for more. The mirror gave it all back to you— the arch of your spine, the ripple of your bodies colliding again and again, the way his jaw clenched as he watched you lose yourself.

“You feel so fucking perfect…” he rasped, voice right against your ear, “So tight… so good…”

He let go of your hair only to slide his hand down again— fingers between your thighs, stroking in time with his thrusts. You choked on a moan, body arching into his touch.

You were right on the edge, barely holding on when he moved again.

“Come here”, he murmured suddenly. He pulled out, gently but with urgency, tugging you back against his chest as he lay back against the pillows. This time, he guided you into his lap, back to chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your body opened for him automatically— sensitive, overstimulated and starved.

He guided you back on his cock with an aching thrust, and you both gasped as you sank fully into him again. The angle was different, overwhelming.

His arms locked around your waist, keeping you still, close, shaking.

“Just like this”, he whispered into your neck, “Let me feel you”

You rolled your hips, and he cursed beneath his breath, pressing kisses to your jaw, one hand trailing back between your thighs.

It was too much.

His cock buried deep, his fingers stroking your clit in a maddening pace, the reflection above showing the exact way your bodies moved together.

You cried out as the orgasm hit— more intense than anything you felt before, rolling through you in waves until your legs trembled and your walls pulsed tight around him.

You collapsed back against him, completely done. That’s when he lost it— his body jerked under yours, muscles tensing, and with a strangled groan, he pulled out just in time.

His release spilled hot across your inner thigh in messy, pulsing streaks, his breath catching as he trembled behind you, both hands holding your hips like he’d fall apart otherwise.

You stayed like that for a moment, breathless, wrecked. Then, slowly, explorative, his hand slid down between your thighs.

You twitched.

“Seonghwa”, you whispered, voice weak, almost pleading.

But he only hummed, breath still uneven.

His thumb pressed lightly into the slick mess between your folds. Right where you were still sensitive, still throbbing. Just once. A soft, teasing circle.

You jolted, gasping

“Sensitive?” he murmured, smug, voice charged with exhaustion and mischief. His thumb drew another slow swirl, not enough to hurt but enough to make you whimper.

He watched in the mirror as your body arched, your face contorted with overstimulation, your hips bucking forward slightly, trying to flee the touch while also craving more.

“I just wanted to see…”, he whispered, eyes flicking between your reflection and the way your body moved beneath his hand, “...how much more you could take”

And then, he let go.

You were both panting. Silent. Ruined.

Still, you managed to laugh

“Oh my god” you said, voice hoarse, “You were holding back this whole time?”

He let out a breathless laugh

“You have no idea the self control that took”, he said, voice half gone

You laughed harder, falling sideways into the pillows as he grabbed tissues from the nightstand to clean you gently.

“I’m impressed”, you murmured.

He kissed your cheek.

“Willpower. Barely survived”, he said, playfully

You turned your face to his neck, grinning as he curled you against him.

“Right place. Right time”, he whispered again

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[januaryembrs]

ahhh can I ask for a drabble for sunshine reader x Spence when they're out with the team at a bar or something and reader is obviously a clingy and giggly drunk?

MY BABY'S SWEET AS CAN BE | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

description: Spencer's girlfriend loves karaoke when she's drunk, but she loves him even more

length: 1k

warnings: literally just fluff

He smiled at her unabashedly as she flitted through the crowd, the top of her head bobbing in between other patrons as she shoved through the sea of bodies, and he heard the odd “Excuse me, oh I’m so sorry, excuse me, Sorry-scuse me,” which let him know the mop of hair with two little bows in it was exactly who he thought it was. 

Not that he’d need to try hard to find her, his eyes hadn’t left her all evening. She had a tendency to get upset if they got parted when she’d had a couple to drink, and he hated the look she got on her face when she welled up and felt sorry for herself. 

She burst out the throng, her eyes quickly scanning across the group, and Emily barely had time to hand her a Frozen Daiquiri before she’d launched herself where Spencer leaned against the bar.

“Honey! Oh, I missed you so much,” She said, immediately homing into his waist, her ear pressing against his chest where his heart beat particularly loudly, because whatever affectionate streak she carried on a day to day basis was dialled to one million when she got like this. 

“Baby, I saw you five minutes ago,” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her nevertheless and running his large, warm hand down her spine where her backless dress gave him free rein to feel everything. 

She looked up at him with an aghast stare, “You didn’t miss me, too?” 

“Oh, I never said that, now did I?” Spencer asked, his words sweetened with his smile, and adoration stained every single syllable like coffee over clean breath, “Did you have fun?” 

She giggled, leaning to steal a quick kiss, and her hand brushed over his stomach to pinch the soft pouch of fat gently, “I did! Did you see me, I totally outsang Luke,” 

“For the last time; karaoke is not a contest, we’re supposed to be singing together,” Luke said, his forehead sweaty where he’d pushed through the crowd himself trying to keep up with her as she’d bolted off the stage to get back to her spot tucked under Spencer’s arm. 

She stuck her tongue out at him, rolling her eyes when he gave her a more obscene gesture, and turned back to where Spencer had yet to rip his eyes off her, his pupils dopey and wide and full of puppy love as she looked at him. 

“He’s just mad becaus he wanted to sing Beyonce’s part, and I made him be Shakira,” She said on chuckled breath, “But I think our cover of Beautiful Liar could top charts, like, nationally,”

“Ofcourse, I reckon you could go global if we got you a good agent,” He humoured her, and her eyes lit up with glee, bouncing on the balls of her feet to the point he almost spilled his beer. But he didn’t care, he just loved seeing her so happy. 

“Really! Really, really?” She asked, quickly stealing another adoring kiss from his lips like she could only go so long before she needed another one to fuel her words, like she didn’t even realise she was doing it as there was little to no pause in her end of the conversation. 

“Well, sure,” He said, his mouth interrupted when she pecked him again, and he wondered if she genuinely understood they couldn't kiss and talk at the same time with the way she was going, “But, if my sweet girlfriend becomes a popstar sensation overnight, who’s going to be there when I want to do this?” He said, wrapping an arm around her waist, his fingertips caressing the dip of her back, already knowing which moles sat beneath his touch and where, as he gave her a real kiss, one that made her squeak a little and the sound of it forced an even bigger smile out of him. 

He parted from her reluctantly, and he didn’t even care that he usually didn’t like PDA all too much if it meant she would look so content and glowing, her eyes creasing as she sighed with a besotted expression. Spencer never thought he would get so lucky to have anyone look at him like that, never mind someone who he loved with his whole entire being, and everything else left of him. 

“You raise a good point, my genius love,” She said, pressing her burning face into his sternum, her hands still never leaving where they’d buried into his waist, “I guess I’ll put my debut album on hold and stay to kiss you some more,” 

“Will you guys stop being so disgustingly sweet, it’s making my punch taste sour,” Penelope said, even though the team didn’t seem to mind their soppy exchanges. Spencer sometimes seemed like his old self again when he was with her, something boyish and teasing and loving returning back to his rough hands and exhausted expression, and for that the two of them could rip each other's clothes off for all they cared. 

Because they were one of those couples that made everyone else feel lucky to just see that kind of love so close, not envious or repellent, like finding a fawn sleeping on your doorstep. It was rare and pure and warmed everyone right through to their marrow. 

The two of them smiled at one another, and she leaned in to steal a few more kisses from his lips that tasted faintly of beer, only for another song to start playing and she gasped, her mouth dropping in excitement. 

“I love ABBA, we have to sing this song together!” She said, lacing her fingers with his and tugging his stubborn, lithe figure over to the stage, “Please, Spencer, please, please, please,” 

And he gave her exactly what she wanted, because when could he ever say no to a face like that. 

[as-sweet-as-a]

Heyyyy I absolutely love love LOVE your work and I saw this thing that @mandarinmoons posted and it said “Spencer Reid is the type of person to bend down and tie your shoelaces and then give you a kiss on the knee once he’s done.” I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something like that

AHHH omg!! tysm!! i hope this meets expectations :]] (also stalked checked out the account you mentioned and fell in love)

strawberry laces - s.r.

summary; you're meeting diana for the first time and literally could not be more nervous contents; reader is a nervous wreck, spencer is the best boyfriend ever, fluff words; 549

You had just finished fixing your hair, finally deciding how to style it after about 97 different options. Spencer drifted past. He paused behind you to put his hands on your shoulders.

“We’re going to be late.” He reminded softy. His hands gently rubbed your shoulders, trying to calm you down. You were meeting his mother for the first time today and Spencer couldn’t tell who was more nervous about it. But, he figured out a while ago that the best way to calm himself down was to help you calm down.

“I know, I’m sorry. Does my hair look alright?” You asked, fiddling with a few strands. Diana knew you existed. Spencer had told her nothing but good things about you. Yet, you were so worried you’d mess it up.

“It looks perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, careful not to mess your hair up. When you first did your hair, Spencer made the mistake of saying it was ‘fine’. You’d been spiralling since.

You nodded and stood up. “And my outfit?” It was a casual meeting, Diana would be meeting them with her carer at a coffee shop. However, it was hard to judge ‘casual’ when your boyfriend wore cardigans, ties, and shirts everywhere he went.

“Mhm, really encapsulates the whole meeting my boyfriends diagnosed schizophrenic mom for the first time thing.” He grinned, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.

“Spencer, I’m being serious.” You scolded.

He walked forward and wrapped his arms around you, holding you to him. Your arms came around his back, the sleeves of the cardigan you borrowed far too long. “I know, I’m sorry.” He rested his chin on your head. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks… I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” You mumbled into his chest.

He nodded and took one of your hands, bringing it over his quick heart. “I am too. But it’s going to be fine, I promise.”

You took a deep breath. You let yourself linger in Spencer’s loose embrace a moment longer before nodding. “Okay… yeah, I’m ready.” With your newfound confidence, you headed to the bedroom door.

“Shoes.” Spencer reminded.

You turned around and walked back to him. “Shoes.”

He was holding the pair of Converse you had laid out and got down on one knee, tapping his leg. You chuckled and put your foot on his thigh as he helped you into your shoe. Your laugh brought a smile to Spencer’s face. He tied the laces in a neat bow and pressed a kiss to your knee. He patted the side of your leg.

“Next one.” As instructed, you swapped which foot you were balancing on Spencer’s thigh. He gave it the same treatment, an even bow and a kiss on your knee. When you were back standing on both feet, Spencer rubbed your legs with his palms soothingly. “It’s going to be fine.” He repeated. You smiled down at him and cupped his face.

He stood up and gave you a quick kiss. “Now, come on. Before she starts wondering where we are.” He smiled and took your hand. You grabbed your bag and headed to the door again.

You glanced down at Spencer’s mismatched socks and grinned. “Shoes, Spence.”

He nodded and turned around. “Shoes.”

[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse [2]

"So, what do you guys do at the bottom of the ocean?"

"We do what humans do. Eat, sleep, play, fight."

"Sooo... you're not that much different from us?"

"No. Lemurians are totally better than you fleshy humans."

"You guys have flesh too!! Stop making it sound like an insult Ariel!'

"My name is not Ariel! Who even is that!? Is there another Lemurian you are talking to that isn't me!?"

"Pffft- You're such a silly fishie. Hmm, well, Ariel is a . . . . well the term is mermaid but I guess Lemurian works, from another world."

"What? That literally makes no sense."

"Well it makes sense to me so that's all that matters! Tsk, annoying fishie."

"Bratty human."

"are u awake yet :D" "wake up :((" "bubblleess" "bubblesss" "haaiiiii" ":DD" ":((" ". . . . rafayel?" "YES!! FINALLY! why didnt you wake up when i first texted you" "??? you do realize its like" "3 am in the morning" "oh is it? i haven't slept yet" "WHAT??? BITCH GET OFF THE PHONE!" "GO TO BED???" "nu :( I gotta finish this painting" "???" "come over :( now :(" "?? at 3 am ??? i don't even have your address so" "[Location Sent] come" ". . . wtf. ykw fine whatever"

You were exhausted, but you knew if you didn't listen to him, Rafayel would whine and bother you for who knows how long. What a brat.

A cute brat, but a brat none the less.

You push his door open and stroll in, adjusting the plastic bag you had in your arm. "Rafayel?" You call out, closing the door behind you.

"Over here." you hear, making you sigh and slowly walk to the living room, seeing the familiar man staring at his huge painting. You walk closer to him and place the bag down, then drag a chair to sit next to him as you open the snack packet. "Say 'ahh'"

"Ahhh-" Rafayel opens his mouth as he continues to blankly stare at the painting, allowing you to gently place the chip in his mouth. You turn to stare at the painting, cocking your head to the side as you try to make sense of the different colours. "What exactly are you trying to draw?" You question, slowly feeding your (no he wasn't yours snap out of it!) fish.

"It's a surprise~" He hums, turning to stare at you with a cheeky smile on his face, making you huff. "You shouldn't even be looking at it! Tsk tsk bubbles."

"Tsk tsk!? Don't tsk tsk Ariel!"

"I am not as stupid as that mermaid! Will you stop calling me that?"

"Noopppe!" You giggle, feeding him the last chip and crumbling up the bag. "Now, time for bed Ariel. Unlike you, I need my beauty sleep!"

It wasn't until you went back home to your bed that you pause, blinking with confusion. Did the Little Mermaid exist in this world? How did Rafayel know who Ariel was?

You shurg and snuggle closer to your plush. Eh, you think about that later.

Rafayel, you rediscover, is a clingy brat.

"Bubblessssss." He would whine on the phone while you're at work, making you sigh and struggle to explain to your friends that he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Bubblesssssss!" Rafayel would pout at you whenever he drags you out for an outing, his eyes watering as you glare at him for making you lose your concentration when you were trying to get a new plush.

"Bubbles...." He mumbled against your neck as you found yourself on the same couch in your sister's home, your twin sleeping on the couch across you two and Rafayel resting on you.

"Are you and Rafayel dating?" Your sister asks, and you freeze in fear. Because at the end of the day, even with the lingering touches the two of you leave each other, even with the way Rafayel's eyes darken as he stares at you, even with the way he brushed his lips on your cheek when he thought you were sleeping.

You . . . .you weren't his bride.

And it hurt. It tore your hearts to shreds.

So you do the logical thing, you run.

Whenever he called you, you ignored it.

If he was nearby, you push your sister forward and make an excuse and bolt it.

You run, because that's the only thing you can really do. You could definitely not fight him, with Rafayel being the fucking god of the sea. You couldn't hide forever, with him definitely having eyes on your sister meaning he definitely had eyes on you as well.

So you ran, because that was the only thing you were really good at.

"bubbles?"

"idk what I did wrong, but please just listen"

"I have something to tell you, can you come to the beach at 9?"

"Please. And after this, if you truly want me to leave, then I'll never speak to you again."

. . .

Yet, just like a fisherman at sea, you listen to the Siren's call.

You park your car near the beach, and let out a small sigh and cover your face. This was a bad idea. You had no right to continue to chase after him.

You should have ignored him, you should ignore him. But. . . . . but just this once would be ok right?

You let out a sigh, and step out the car, slowly walking towards Rafayel, who was standing at the edge of the beach, the waves licking his feet. He remains quiet for a bit as you stand next to him, but just when you open your mouth to say something, he opens his mouth.

"A long time ago, someone told me a story of a mermaid."

He glances at you. "The mermaid was the princess of the ocean, who longed to understand human culture. So whenever she got the chance, she would collect things like forks, knives, statues, dresses, anything about humans. Then one day, after saving a human from a sinking ship, she fell in love."

You blink. "Are you.... telling me the story of Ariel??"

Wait. Wait wait wait!

You drag out your phone as he continues, fingers flying across the screen. "She went to the sea witch and begged for a way to become human so she could be with the human prince, and in exchange, she gave up her voice."

"Where the fuck-?"

"She had three days to get the Prince to kiss her, or she would turn back into a mermaid and belong to the witch, though, that was only the-"

"Disney Version/Sugar coated version..." The both of you say, your voice fading as you see 'No Results' when you type in 'The Little Mermaid' and 'Disney'. You slowly look up at him, gasping and taking a step back when you realize how close he was to you. He grabs your arm and yanks you closer to his form, his eyes dark. Rafayel cups your face, placing his forehead against your own. "They told me that one day, they would tell me the true end of that story." He murmurs, raising your right hand to place a kiss on your wrist, and oh how it burned like the flames he controlled. "That all I had to do was find them again, and they would tell me the rest. That even if they don't remember, if there's a slight chance that they also get reincarnated, they would tell me the original ending, and agree to be my Bride."

He places a kiss near your lips, and you shudder with want. "[Name]. . . .my Bride-"

"Rafayel -"

"Please." Rafayel begs, and you choke. "Please. . . .tell me the true ending....so I can finally have you again in my arms..."

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if I missed anyone on the taglist, i apologize :(

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[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : “if a girl walks up to you …”

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : headcannon/blurb based on the tiktok trend “if a girl walks up to you and flirts what are you doing?”

mickey speaks : randomly had this thought tdy & hamzah has been on my mind lately soooo this one’s for my slushy girls 💐 PRETTY FLUFFY (but i hope it’s not like … cringy instead of cute)

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you’re both fully in pajamas, tucked and wrapped in each other’s arms when you come across the tiktok trend that has flooded your for you page as of late

hamzah’s naturally aloof (due to a long day spent with you and it currently being almost 1 AM) and unfocused as he fights sleep while watching his tenth episode of teen titans.

so when you quickly unravel yourself from him and move across the room, adjusting your low hanging sweatpants accordingly, he’s dumbfounded and asking you what you’re doing and why you’re leaving him.

“you’re so dramatic, can you come here? i wanna do something”

“insulting me and asking a favor in the same sentence…” he sighs then pauses with a hand closed over his mouth, muffling “wow.”

literally and metaphorically tugging his arm to get him to participate but he’s adamant on knowing what exactly he’s getting up for

when he’s almost out of bed you tell him it’s “this tiktok thing” and he exaggerates a “NOOOO” and releases all of his weight so that he falls back on the bed and you practically fall with him due to your connected hands

of course he’s eventually convinced with a few kisses

hamzah fiddles with your hand while listening to you explain: “okay, pretend im not here and some girl comes up to you at target.”

he just stands in the center of the frame looking around the room as you walk away then return in character

you approach obnoxiously and begin some surface level flirting “hey good looking”

“you can back up a little bit,” he looks you up and down

“pause- did you just check her out???”

“no? you know there was definitely some judgement there.”

“sure ok, resume… now.” you play with your hair, “what’s someone as cute as you doing in a place like this?”

“bruh, we’re at a target” hamzah laughs through his words

you stop your role again, “and why are you taking time to respond to her?!”

“oh kill me for being distracted! you couldn’t have hired an ugly actress?”

you look up at him with squinted eyes, “you need to learn to resist the hot girls too!”

“i’m tryingggg!!!!” he rubs his eye harshly, “restart, restart.”

it cuts to a clip of you two acting once more

“yeah, we both loooveee target we’re, like, so alike,” you go to grab his arm and he turns completely away from you

“ok, and i have a girlfriend” he pretends to grab something off of a shelf

“that doesn’t matter if i don’t see her…”

you continue pestering so he resorts to plugging his ears with his fingers and talking over you, repeating that he has a girlfriend

eventually he turns back to face you and yells “OH MY GOD GIRL, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!!” right into your smiley face.

he then fully manhandles you over his shoulder and spins you around before dropping you onto the plushness of your shared bed

he doesn’t even look to check on you (you’re outrageously laughing and yelling “it hurts!” in regards to your poor stomach cramping)

he runs to grab your phone from the desk while recording himself in faux panic, “guys, you can’t tell y/n i just beat up a woman please, please, pl- AHHH”

he and the video are cut off by you jumping on his back and attacking his cheek with kisses through your loud giggles.

you cuddle in bed again after turning off the lights and hamzah rewatches it for a third time since you’ve posted it to your spam account (everytime it’s over he says, “no, that was actually pretty funny.”)

by the morning it has thousands of likes and plenty of comments either full of love for the two of you together or calling hamzah the funniest man in the world (they’re just like u fr!)

[zengguos]

the more I hear from the cast talk about what was cut out this season, the more pissed I get — simone apparently had a powerful two page monologue for lottie, sammi talking about a scene with misty and mari that got her super emotional and would add more layers to why mari is the way she is, the scene where nat finds misty with the box was supposed to be longer but instead turned into a flashback sequence, there was a lottie & tai comfort scene that could have added more dynamic and understanding to their relationship, adult tai had a whole heartfelt speech written by the same taivan season one writer during van's burial which said so much and tawny loved (heck the scene made it to the opening credits with tai having dirt in her mouth again, but didn't make it to the actual episode), vanessa saying gen pushing nat was actually to try and gain melissa's attention again. where the fuck was evans johnson and jane widdop? can we bring back those longer seasons please instead of stuffing everything into 10 or so episodes to flesh-out the characters and their arcs if you already have the filmed and written content! ahhh! hate the industry limitations. this type of limited episode format really doesn't work for thriller / horror shows that follow more than one character and journey...

all this cutting and reformatting really is the reason this season flopped compared to the last two. so much more confusing set-ups than rewarding answers, so many scenes and moments abandoned, so many past references ignored, so many character directions lost to fast forward plot-lines. the pacing was just jarring in some areas of the season, for the adult time-line especially from 1 to 2-4 to 5 to 6-7 to 8-9 to 10.

it also doesn't help knowing that adult melissa scenes were last minute additions to the script — that hilary swank had nothing to read literally two weeks before all filming stopped which makes van's sudden death rushed and unsatisfying for all the wrong reasons. also spending a lot of time on callie & jeff smoking weed? jeff doing bingo? I'm sorry I just can't care for them as much as the show wants me to after three seasons of short boring sequences trying — they are more like dead weight you are just waiting for shauna to fuck up with instead of believing in the whole "ooo wilderness baby"/"you are not like your mother" shit (yes I am still mad over how lottie was treated). they are also not necessarily needed to be a pause moment within the dramatics of the show to begin with too (imo).

[lightreader1]

Fanfic idea -  Mini stories - Young Atsushi x Young Chuuya 

Prompt: Young Chuuya technically kidnaps young Atsushi- scenario rambles part 2

Actual idea-

So here I am yet again for another installment of this shippy chaos.

I don't know why but everytime I think of this idea I keep imagining a small feral Chuuya hugging an even smaller Atsushi while growling at everyone saying "Backoff! He's mine! Mine! You can't have him assholes!"

XD

Note: All idea’s listed here are meant to make you laugh, hit you in the feels, and/or inspire your little shipper hearts to hopefully write something you think you would enjoy! 

You have been warned.

=w= 

2. The learning phase - Remember how I mentioned that Chuuya doesn’t remember shit before the age of 7? Well because of that ignorance he doesn’t really understand how the world works. Chuuya in my mind runs on his own instincts and logic, but you mix that with a highly isolated abused orphan like Atsushi and you get some pretty interesting situations. 

Like for example I imagine Young Chuuya and young Atsushi getting hungry and seeing a random food vendor. Chuuya automatically wants the food because he knows both of them are hungry while Atsushi is more reluctant because he doesn’t want to steal. I Imagine that the conversation would go something like this: 

Both Atsushi and Chuuya look around the corner of an alley and start drooling over some Takoyaki. 

Chuuya (sniffing the air and looks at everything curiously): Hey that smells really good, Atsushi what is it? 

Atsushi (wipes a little drool off his face as he looks at the food intensely): “Ahhh I think that’s called Takoyaki. I remember reading about it in a cook book before, it’s supposed to be chopped octopus cooked in dough.

Chuuya (looks at Atsushi who has his full attention on the food): “Is that supposed to be good?” 

Atsushi (sighs longingly at the food but still does not look away even as his stomach grumbles nods): “Yea, I never had it before. But I think it’s supposed to be really really good.” 

Chuuya (as he hears Atsushi’s stomach rumble and remembers how light Atsushi is nods to himself): Alright then! Wait right here Atsushi I’m gonna get us some food! 

Chuuya is about to walk off to go to the food cart but Atsushi stops him by grabbing his hand.

Atsushi (slightly panicking): W-wait Chuuya where are you going? What do you mean by “get us some food”?

Chuuya turns back frowns a little confused at Atsushi but doesn’t pull away from the other’s hand. 

Chuuya: Well I’m hungry and you’re definitely hungry, so I’m gonna take their food. I mean look at’em, that guys just giving food away! 

Chuuya points at the street vendor currently giving some Takoyaki to some random family.

Atsushi frowns before sighing at Chuuya. He pulls his hand away to gesture at the cart not noticing that Chuuya frowns at the loss of contact.

 Atsushi: Chuuya you can’t just take food from people, thats stealing. Those people  bought for their food that’s why the guy is giving it to them. 

Chuuya frowns again before tilting his head confused.

Chuuya: What’s “stealing” and “bought” mean? 

Atsushi sighs before explaining.

Atsushi: Stealing means that you take something that doesn’t belong to you. And “bought” means that someone used money to buy something and that makes it belong to them. 

Chuuya (frowning but nods): Okay I get that but how do you “buy” something. 

Atsushi: You buy something by using money. 

Chuuya: Ok but how do ya get money? 

Atsushi pauses at that because for all of his book knowledge he actually isn’t too sure how to get money because he’s so used to the orphanage’s “point” system.

Atsushi: I-I don’t know. 

Chuuya (tilting his head curiously before leaning closer to Atsushi’s face in that way kids just do sometimes when they don’t have a sense of personal space): What do you mean ya don’t know?

Atsushi leans back and blushes feeling a embarrassed at his lack of knowledge.

Atsushi (literally twiddling his thumbs): “A-at the orphanage t-they never gave us money. A-an if we wanted to e-eat we had to earn points.”

Chuuya narrows his eyes at this and tense’s up hearing about the orphanage again but doesn’t interrupt.

Atsushi (starts holding himself as memories emerge): T-they made us clean and do chores but I-it was never enough. I-i think money is kinda like that. If you do a good job a-at something you get money but I-if you don’t…

Atsushi shivers and his eyes start to water again which makes Chuuya frown even harder.

Atsushi: I-i don’t wanna get p-punished if that’s how it works outside the orphanage. A-and stealing is even worse! T-they h-hurt you re-really really bad Chuuya!

Chuuya mentally scrambles a little when Atsushi starts crying. He’s angry at hearing how much this world scares his friend. So he does his best to help Atsushi and puts an arm around him and  hugs him close.

Chuuya: Oi oi don’t worry they can’t hurt ya anymore remember? I made a promise and I’m gonna keep it. Ya still trust me to keep it right?

Chuuya then wipes away Atsushi’s tears and Atsushi blushes cause he’s not used to anyone treating him so gently before. 

Atsushi: I-i trust Chuuya. 

With that Atsushi gives a small smile to Chuuya and leans his cheek into one of his hands enjoying the warmth and care. 

Chuuya gives a big smile in return feeling a warm but pleasant sensation in his chest as his new friend looks so pretty while he’s smiling at him. 

At that moment Chuuya just wants Atsushi to always keep smiling at him like that.

Chuuya: Good! Then ya gotta stop crying kay? I like it betta when ya smile. 

Atsushi blushes but nods and starts wiping his eyes before his eyes are clear of tears. 

Atsushi: A-alright. But now what should we do?

At that point they both hear their stomach’s rumbling, though Atsushi’s is noticeably much louder between the two.

Chuuya looks at the food cart once more his eyes darken slightly before giving a slightly vicious smile, thinking of all the things precious friend had told him. 

He then looks back at Atsushi with a much more gentle smile and 

pats Atsushi’s head comfortingly. 

Chuuya: Just trust me Atsushi, ya don’t gotta worry about a thing. I’ll be right back. 

Atsushi is still looking concerned knowing his friend’s violent streak but reluctantly nods

Atsushi: A-all right but please be careful. A-and you can’t squish anyone like you wanted with the bandage guy. 

Chuuya tsk’s at that thinking of the weird bandage man but considers Atsushi’s words for a moment. 

Chuuya: Okay, no squishing got it…….what about making them twist? 

Atsushi: Twist?

Chuuya nods enthusiastically with an innocent smile on his face: Yea! Ya know make their arms and legs move in a different way!

Atsushi sweat drops at that.

Atsushi: Chuuya please don’t break peoples bones! It would hurt a lot!

Chuuya pouts but reluctantly nods

Chuuya: Fiiiiine. I won’t squish em or make I’m twist……..as long as they don’t try to hurt me first! They start a fight then I’m gonna end it. 

Atsushi snorts feeling both worried and amused at his friends antics. 

Atsushi: A-alright I guess that should work. I mean if someone breaks a bone then I guess they’ll feel better after a few days. 

Atsushi says innocently without knowing that it is in fact not normal to heal from a broken bone after a few days.

Chuuya who also has no idea how long it takes for normal people to heal just smiles brightly at his friends approval. Not really caring about the incorrect knowledge but happy that Atsushi is relenting and letting him do what he wants. 

Chuuya: Well alright! Now I’ll be right back so don’t move okay? 

Atsushi nods and give’s Chuuya another soft smile: Alright, just be careful okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.  

Chuuya blushes before puffing up his chest

Chuuya: Of course! Just ya wait Atsushi! 

Chuuya then goes over to the food cart vendor. He doesn’t end up breaking any bones or anything but several orders of takoyaki do get stolen and the cart vendor gets pinned to the ground for a couple hours. 

Meanwhile Chuuya discovers that he absolutely adores Atsushi’s joyful expression when he returns with the food.  His pretty violet and gold eyes sparkle and Chuuya just wants him to keep looking at him like that. 

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This is part 1 of the rambles if ya'll want more context: https://www.tumblr.com/lightreader1/773980856756912128/fanfic-idea-mini-stories-young-atsushi-x?source=share

This is the original link idea that started it all: https://www.tumblr.com/lightreader1/773882201147375616/fanfic-idea-young-atsushi-x-young-chuuya-prompt?source=share

[spacebaby1]

Hi! Can you write one for Rindou and the readers first kiss? I was thinking that Rindou makes the first move cause the readers shy 🤭🤭

Okay, now listen, this one is a bit hard to imagine because I still haven't had my first kiss! But this is how I can imagine myself! Ahhh, enjoy!! 🤭

It's been a few months since you started dating Rindou. Surprisingly, you are his first girlfriend, and he's your first boyfriend. It came to a surprise to him when you asked your friend to ask him on a date with you because of how shy you were; but he's glad that you did ask him out...even if it was a bit funny.

Rindou is a huge lover; he's all out of a boyfriend and loves having you as his girl. Yet, you both never kissed, did kiss on the cheek, but that's about it.

But today he's been thinking about it the whole day; he's even asked Ran for advice which wasn't much help so he decided to look up for videos on how to kiss. He's embarrassed that he doesn't know, but he's trying all his best for you.

Late that night, you both were watching a comedy movie when he kept feeling nervous about how he's going to ask you for a kiss, but he took the remote and paused the movie. "What's wrong, Rin? Why did you pause the movie?" You asked confusion all over your face. He turned to face you on the couch, "I want to kiss." Your eyes widened at his words as your cheeks burned hot. The silence was killing him, but you nodded, "I-uhm well, I," you starred nervously, "I mean, we should. We've been together for a while. But I will be honest, I don't know how to kiss. I've never kissed anyone."

"Oh," he was surprised to be fair because you're literally the prettiest girl he laid his eyes on. He scratched the back of his head, "I mean, I haven't kissed anyone, either. So how about we be each other's first kiss?"

You finally chuckled, nodding happily; if anyone could make you feel comfortable, it was Rindou. "Okay, so what do I do?" You asked, not knowing where to put your hands, and he chuckled. "Together?" He gently wrapped his hands on your face, but when he leaned in, you snorted a laugh and immediately apologised. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry -"

"Hey," he held his own laugh, "it's okay, let's try again." He grabbed your hand to pull you closer, but you were still laughing as you dropped your head on his lap, laughing before turning on a serious face and nodding as in a sign you're ready. He faked bitting your face, which made you laugh, but this time you didn't move away, so he took a deep sigh before trying again and this time. Both Your eyes locked in a moment. And then, as if the universe had paused for that second, Rindou made his move first because you trsuted him to be good at it, and boy, you were right. He leaned in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away if you still wanted, but you didn’t. Instead, you held your breath, heart racing as his lips brushed against yours, and suddenly it felt right. Everything felt right with him.

The kiss was soft and tentative, and you responded to it quicker than you thought you would, melting against him. It ignited a warmth that spread through both your hearts. Rindou’s heart soared, and all his hesitation faded away.

Both of you pulled back, trying to catch your breath, foreheads resting together, your cheeks were as red as the red jumper you had on, and his heart raced with realization. “So… wanna do it again?” he teased softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

You giggled, shyness still lingering, but now infused with a spark of confidence and the need for his lips on yours. “Yes, please."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Omega Adam x Alpha Lucifer

What if:

What if Adam made his mask to help surpassed his heat cycles. It worked up until the fight when Lucifer broke it which caused his heat to start up.

I guess you could say someones fucked lol

Smut under the cut

Adam crawled out of the skylight, grunting from the pain he felt from the impact. "Okay, how many more of you freaks do I have to fight!?" He paused when he noticed his mask was broken, half of it missing from his face.

Oh no.

Maybe it would be okay? The half that was still there seemed to be working, the LEDs still glowing.

But the beginning of a cramp in his lower abdomen told him that no, it was not going to work. Adam wore his mask all of the time and hadn't had a heat cycle in years.

No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! NOT NOW! Not with HIM here, this fucking close!

"Oh I'm the only one that matters. You see, you mess with my daughter and now..." The wind blew a gust in Lucifer's direction and a sweet smell filled his nostrils. A smell he hadn't known for a very long time. "I'm going to fuck you!"

Everyone was silent as they looked at him confused and in horror.

"It's fuck you up, dad."

Another wave of that beautiful scent assaulted Lucifer's senses and yeah, he knew. "No sweetie, I mean that literally." Lucifer admitted his own power scent, as an alpha it was sure to make Adam stand down.

Adam could smell it and had to swallow a whimper. He forgot how good the devil smelled. "Stay away from me asshole!" He backed up when Lucifer got closer, another cramp hitting him. Adam knew he didn't have much time before basic instinct would take him over, it has been way too long since he's slept with an alpha.

Since earth with Eve.

Adam nearly moaned when Lucifer grabbed his wrist. They were gone in a flash of magic.

Charlie couldn't believe her eyes. "What the fuck just happened?"

Angel smirked. "Someone's getting a baby sibling!"

-

Adam was pinned to the bed, his mask fully gone now. All he could smell or feel was Lucifer on top of him, the devil licked at his neck over his sensitive scent glands making him shiver. "Fuck off!"

"Sweetheart, your mouth says one thing but your body..." Lucifer pressed his erection against the wetness of Adams clothed opening. "Says it missed me. I can make it good for you like I did in Eden." He rolled his hips making Adam squirm.

Fuck, Eden. The last time they fucked was right before Adam and Eve got kicked out of the garden.

"Do you want me to knot you again, darling? I could pump you so full of my seed I give you another baby. Would you like that? To have another child of mine?" He was referring to Cain, Cain was Adam and Lucifer's son.

Too far gone in his need and natural instinct, Adam's mind blanked out. That was all he heard.

Baby, baby, baby, he wants to give me a baby!

"Yes! Knot me Luci.~" He was practically vibrating and drooling with need.

Lucifer growled, liking the answer. Under a normal circumstance he'd tease Adam more, but it's been a long time since he himself got laid and he really wants to be inside of him again after all these fucking years.

He removed the tights that Adam wore under his robe and unzipped his own pants shoving them down. Lucifer didn't waste any time sinking himself into the awaiting wet heat.

They both moaned at the long awaited feeling. "How long has it been since you've been properly fucked through a heat, darling? Long time I'm betting."

"Ahhh! L-long time!" Adam withered and moaned like the bitch in heat he was, his senses getting overloaded with pleasure that only his alpha could give him.

"Did you ever try? Did you ever want to seek me out? I bet you would have fantasies about me." Because Lucifer certainly had fantasies about Adam.

Adam couldn't even think straight enough to answer, the cramps having died down all he could say was 'yes' wanting the knot that was so close to filling him. He'd say anything to get it in that moment.

"This time I get to keep you." Was all Lucifer said before he came deeply inside of Adam, knotting him. He placed a hand on Adam's lower belly, oh how he hoped he got pregnant. He'd never let him go this time.

Adam felt the relief that came with his own orgasm and the feeling of being filled with the king's release. Oh how he missed it.

They could deal with the consequences of their actions in the morning.

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

hi sweetie! how are you?

I saw that you like Chicago Fire and that you were interested in writing about them, so I thought I would make a request! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

I would love to read something cute and cozy about Brian Zvonecek (literally the love of my life)

Thank you very much! Have a nice day/night (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧💌💌

Home (Brian "Otis" Zvonecek x reader)

Aww thank you for asking hun! I'm good, I hope you're good too!!

ahhh!!! I LOVE Brian, so excited to write this! I hope you like this, I thought it was cute and heartwarming!

warnings: little cursing, pure fluff

wordcount: 860

authors note: Let me know if you'd like to be added to my Chicago fire tag list!

Brian was most definitely the best boyfriend you've ever had. You hit the jackpot when he just so happened to accidentally bump into you a few months ago. He offered to buy you a drink to make up for you dropping your coffee. The rest was history. Now, he's got his head rested in your lap in his bedroom/ Cruz jacked the couch, and there was no getting him to move when he got settled in with popcorn. The TV was nothing more than back noise for you; Brian was solely focused on the movie playing. Your fingers comb through his thick, black hair, humming softly as you gaze lingers on him. He truly is perfect. "I can feel you staring, Y/N." He mutters softly; eyes still focused on the movie. Your hands gently cup his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. "I can't help it; I just like looking at you..." You trail off, your cheeks turning red. He sits up, leaving your lap feeling empty, the warmth from his body against your lap quickly fading. "Come back." You give him a confused look as he scoots to your side, attention completely on you.

He opens his mouth, yet no words come out. Your gaze softens as you lock eyes with him, his nerves melting away. "You do know you're missing your favorite movie, right?" Your eyes flicker from the movie still playing and back to him. He shrugs, a cheeky grin on his face. "Pause it for me; I'll be right back." Before you could even get a word out, he slipped out of his bed and out of the room. Weird. Brian never interrupts his favorite movie. You cross your legs, leaning against the headboard. Suddenly, you hear hushed whispers coming from the living room. Holy shit. I hope he's not in there asking advice for how to break up with me because I weirded him out. You slowly slip out of bed, your mind going a million miles a minute. You tiptoe towards the closed door, pressing your ear against the wooden frame. The whispers stop, the apartment goes completely silent, and your stomach churns. Stop. You mentally smack yourself; of course, Brian isn't breaking up with you; you're just getting yourself worked up.

You turn around on your heels, trying to sneak back into bed when the door swings back open, knocking you over in the process. "Dammit, Y/N! I am so sorry!" He hurriedly bends down, pulling you from off the ground. He gently sits you down on the bed, eyes scanning over you to make sure you're okay. Your hands slide down your face. Totally not embarrassing. You place your hands in his, the warmth radiating from them. "I'm fine, see?" You stand up, spinning around to show no marks or bumps. He lets out a quick sigh of relief. "I didn't realize you were right there, or I would've let you know before I swung open the door." His hand rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, his cheeks a light shade of pink. You give his hands a reassuring squeeze before pulling him flush against you. "I promise, Brian, it's okay." He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, savoring the sweet moment between the two of you. Moments like these mean so much more than romantic dinners or nights out at Molly's when he's not bartending. These sweet little intimate moments are what you live for. He rests his chin on top of your head for a few moments before pulling away, his face a cross between nervous and determined. "I have to tell you something..." Your brows furrow in confusion as you take a step back; your eyes scan his face, trying to get a read on what he was thinking.

He clears his throat, taking your hands back in his. "I've been thinking about this for a while; I even discussed it with Joe." You feel sick to your stomach; this is it. You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. "Will you move in with me?" Your jaw hangs open for what feels like years. That was not what you were expecting. He quickly scrambles to get his words out. "You don't have to say yes; I just figured you know... you're my home. I don't want you to leave; I want you to stay with me. It feels like something is missing every time I watch you walk out that door, and it's you, Y/N. You don't have to decide right now, but the offer stays as long as you need to take." Without hesitation, you jump into his arms, catching him by surprise. He falls backwards, grip tight around your waist. You pepper kisses all over his face, a grin stretching from ear to ear. He laughs with each kiss, a smile evident in his laughter. "You big softy, of course I'll move in with you. Brian Zvonecek, you are my home; without you it just doesn't feel right. His hands cup your cheeks, pulling you into a passionate kiss, that smile still evident on his lips.

[allur1ngs]

AHHH WAIT HEAR ME OUT bada dressed as Santa and reader leaving milk and cookies outside her office bc she works late 😭😭🩷 — @aericrys

HEARING YOU OUT SO HARD RN👂but imagine she gives them to bada by hand...because she's cute like that

literally just imagine that every day in december (as we established that it's the most hectic month for bada of the year)--and of course you made her dress up as santa because you wanted to take some cute pictures with her, dressed as ms claus-- but she never got the chance to change because bada basically wakes up, puts on her clothes, works all day, then finally trades her clothes for pjs, and that's about it. no free time aside from the little she had when you took pictures together.

it's a silly sight if you're being honest. bada lee sitting in her office chair in the dead of night, dressed in red garb with white fur trimming while she skims over documents detailing the new firearm purchase she's planning to make--

the sound of knocking makes her pause her reading, a small sigh leaving her lips. "lusher, for the last time, i'm not letting you take pictures of my outfit so that you can ridicule me."

"i'm not here to take more pictures, but i do have a peace offering." your voice makes bada sit up tall, a smile stretching across her lips.

"come in," she says without a second thought.

you slowly open the door, smiling as you take a peek at bada still in her santa claus outfit. when you fully step into the room, she gets a full look at you, still in your cute ms claus dress that complements your body beautifully. but something else catches her eye--you're holding a tray of colorfully decorated christmas cookies and a glass of milk.

bada's soft smile somehow grows even wider. "i guess christmas came early this year."

you laugh with her, crossing the room to drop off the tray of cookies. "i brought you a little midnight snack."

bada says thank you, and motions for you to come closer. when you do, she grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer to her, giving you a sweet kiss on your lips. then, she pushes her chair out and pats her thighs. "would it be too much to ask you to feed me?"

you smile cheekily, picking up a cookie. "of course not, santa."

[dawngyu]

closest moots and why? (: - ask game

i’m typing this half asleep, so forgive me if i ramble a little. i really love all of my moots; my feed wouldn’t feel the same without them. while i’m at it, there are a few people i’d like to give a special mention to.

right now, i’m completely smitten with the sweetest girl, @hyukascampfire we’ve been moots for months, but lately, i’ve grown even closer to her. she’s this warm, whimsical presence in my life (or maybe it must be her baby pictures... they absolutely stole my heart or... heartworm.) i honestly don’t think i can go a day without rambling with @heesmiles she’s witty, smart, and so humble. she makes me look forward to every day, whether it’s seeing her on my feed or in my messages, she always manages to make everything brighter

she’s on hiatus right now, but i can’t not mention @beomiracles i’ve been getting to know her more and more every day, and she’s this literal ball of energy, the kind that feels like sunshine on your worst days. she’s sharp, thoughtful, and has this amazing way of adapting to everyone she interacts with.

and then there’s my girl, @biteyoubiteme <3333 i adore her sense of humor, it’s always such a joy to laugh with her. the way she speaks is so kind and playful, it’s impossible not to smile. we’ve got an agreement to share beomgyu (lol), so i guess that means i have to behave…

@yunverie has been with me since day one. truly one of the first people who made everything feel possible. she helped bring the harry potter event to life (still not over it!) and also... she knows all my wip secrets hehe.

my brilliant girl @apeachty she always makes me pause and rethink my binder setup because her aesthetic is just that stunning. she knows a lot of personal stuff about me, and the advice she’s given has honestly helped me so much. <3

@xylatox adeline, my sweet adeline. the care she puts into everything — the effort, the conversations — it all feels so warm and natural, like i’ve known her forever. talking to her is always a comfort.

@moagyuu we haven’t spoken directly, but i needed to put her here. every single thing she’s ever said under my fics... i’ve saved it all on my phone. i reread them whenever i’m feeling low. she’s been such a quiet source of strength for me, and even if i haven’t had the chance to say it properly, she holds a really special place in my heart.

and last but definitely not least my wifeeeee @delugyu !!! ahhh every time she talks to me, i get this big goofy smile i just can’t wipe off. we have so much in common, and maybe it’s because she loves me just as much as she loves beomgyu (and i love her just as much too). she’s so talented, so grounded, and when i start yapping in the dms, she handles it like the best wife ever. i love her sm it’s insane💍

[danandphillussy]

A quick little glimpse at something I'm writing currently. Reader's mutation is quite literally stolen from Grishaverse heartrenders. I just think they are rad. Also, i dunno how to format on tumblr so bear with me. NOT proofread sorry not sorry :3

The fight around him was raging with no sign of stopping anytime soon. This was supposed to be a simple mission, Logan, you, Storm and Jean were sent out to investigate a strange concentration of mutant activity in the middle of the woods that Charles had picked up on. He was concerned about the nature of the activity he could sense, unsure whether it would be a friendly interaction or not. So he sent some of his most capable friends, unfortunately. Turns out it was a trap, mutants having been captured to purposely lure them to the alien den. For whatever reason, these creatures wanted the X-men's attention, and they sure had got it. Not in a good way. 

Storm was engaged in fighting two of the alien looking creatures off, using her powers to electrocute them to dust while Jean was throwing their bodies haphazardly around, trying to avoid their vicious claws. Currently he was ripping one apart with his claws, yanking his hands down to throw it to the ground before leaping behind the body and sticking his claws through the creature's neck. Pausing to look around at the carnage around him, he spares a glance to where he saw you last but is unable to spot your location. Bodies litter the ground around them, the aliens unrelenting in their attack. He could only spot a few more, the fight hopefully ending soon. As he rips a scaly arm of another alien in half he hears your voice, a humorous tilt in your tone. That was you, always joking in times like this, never taking anything seriously. The way you fought was effortless like it’s something you've spent decades perfecting, which you have. You always refused to purely rely on your powers, determined to make yourself strong in every way and it pays off. The way you gracefully spin around the figures advancing on you, killing them with a calculated sway of your dagger aiming for just the right places, is currently making Logan’s jeans tighter. Which is not what he needs right now. While he was distracted, another tried to sneak up on him but in a second the creature was sent scrambling on the floor, clawing at its throat. He smirks, he likes being a part of a team. 

“AHHH!” The scream pierces the air and halts all fighting. The hairs on his arm stand up and he immediately whips his head around to you, only to see you violently close your fist and kill the alien in front of you, blood spurting all over you. Hot… Not the time! You drop your hand and sprint over the bodies left in your wake, leading his eyes to … 

Oh no.

He follows suit, running over to Jean’s crumpled form. Storm kneels down and pulls Jean’s head onto her lap. A large gash on her side spurting blood way too quickly for his liking. To be honest, he’s never been good with blood even after all these years. He’s had enough of it. But the amount pouring out of Jean was enough to be sickening, he dropped beside her and tried to stop the flow of blood. Before he could say anything, Jean seemed to be trying to turn his attention to behind him. He turned to see the rest of the creatures gaining on them, wanting to finish the rest of them off while they were distracted. His heart was racing; he could probably take them all, sure, but they really needed to get Jean out of here and back to the mansion. 

“We gotta do something, the poison is acting quickly” Storm's somehow calm voice rings out through the mixing of their huffs. 

“Leave me. Please.” Jean’s weak voice begs. Always self-sacrificing. He rolled his eyes, knowing none of them could be dragged away from one of their teammates. 

“No way in hell.” Your voice was deadly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you shakily get up from your knees and stumble before him, your body blocking the creatures from view. He tried to call out your name but nothing seemed to come out. The air around you seemed murderous, body shaking with rage. Logan had never seen you like this before, you were the most level-headed on the team but also probably the most protective. When someone hurt your friends, there was hell to pay. And these creatures were about to pay, he almost felt bad for them. Almost. They were running towards your group now, picking up their pace dramatically. Before they could get any closer you slashed your hands in an arc and tightened your fists, head tilting as you focused on their hearts, the blood flowing through their bodies. All at once, they collapsed to the ground becoming very still. He noticed the way blood seeped out of their eyes and noses, not a nice way to go at all. 

It was all over in a second, but Jean’s state had already worsened. He pushed tighter against her wound despite her protests, mumbling his apologies. He felt you drop beside him, the air pulled from your lungs as you took in Jean’s dismal state. He saw the tears collecting in your eyes and dropping down your cheeks, he longed to take your face in his hands and wipe them away. He hated seeing you cry, he wanted to make it all better but there was nothing he could do. He felt hopeless.

“I-am going to try something. Get back.” You stuttered out, nudging Logan away from Jean. 

“y/n there’s nothing we can do…” Storm tried to reason. You weren’t hearing it. 

“I said get back!” Your outburst startled Storm into retreating a few steps. Logan walked over to her and allowed her to lean on him. He knew you had been working on your abilities lately, testing your limits. He also knew that you were extremely powerful. But he couldn’t see what you could possibly do here. Your form shadowed over Jean’s, her breathing becoming shallower by the second. He heard Storm signalling for help, but he was mesmerised by your face of concentration. You were taking deep breaths with closed eyes, hands hovering over the wound on Jean’s side. A flash of pain crossed your face as you made a pulling motion with your hand, repeating the action again and again. What he saw next he couldn’t believe. You had seemed to pause the flow of crimson from the gash but a trail of blood trickled out and flowed into the air, the droplets like rain before dropping to the ground behind you. Only stopping for a second before your hands fall back into action. Before he could blink, the wound had completely disappeared, the skin having knitted itself back together under your fingers. Your breathing was now ragged, and when you opened your eyes, they were entirely red. He heard Storm gasp beside him. The breath left his lungs, speech failing him. Blood filled your eyes, dripping down your cheeks replacing the dried tears, and your hands were a dark shade of red, the liquid even dripping from your fingertips. Logan never liked blood, but the sight of you covered in blood that wasn’t yours, he seemed to like a lot. Now he was just worried about the sag of your shoulders and the terribly tired look on your face. 

“I did… There-there’s no more poison. But blood, she’s lost… lost a lot of blood. We have to go.” You fell onto your back, allowing Storm to pick up Jean’s unconscious body and quickly take her to The Blackbird which had just arrived nodding to Logan as she passed. He ran over to you, shaking your shoulder and taking your face in his hand. Instead of wiping tears, he’s wiping blood from your cheeks as you look up at him through the film of red covering your eyes. 

“Hey, hey, hey that was pretty crazy huh? You alright? It’s time to go now.” He spoke softly to you, knowing that's probably what you need. You’d explained how using your power was overstimulating, the roaring of heartbeats and blood rushing making your skin crawl. He tried to calm the racing of his heart, knowing you could sense his panic. He felt that calm rush over him and looked into your eyes, the corner of his lips tilting up in appreciation. You always put him, and the others first. It was cute, but it was also frustrating. 

“Enough of that, you’ve done enough today. Let’s get you home.” He picked up your nearly limp body in his arms, gently walking you both over to the jet, careful not to jostle your sore body too much. You tiredly smiled up at him, lifting your hand and patting his cheek, leaving a bloody handprint, before promptly passing out. 

Rest coming soon????