#no one likes him at his job and he just wants to protect his friends and higher ups are gonna impede him every step of the way

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotage you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed- down bad) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, fluff/smut AND light angst- violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- SO MUCH FLUFF lol- a lot of humor, next chap we'll be back to some drama so enjoyyy, Stepdad Kuna, whipped ass Kuna, some smut ofc hehe, oral (f revieving) lil bit of dirty talk, emotional sex- angst smut AND fluff - WC-6.6k

Will be eight or more parts- ties into my Mob Gojo story-takes place after part one of that (can be read alone ofc) I HIGHLY recommend the playlist (esp on the club scenes) That mobster art in the banner is by Sketch B on X- LINKReblogs/comments so appreciated if you enjoyy!

<<<Part Four Playlist Masterlist Part six>>> (coming soon)

Part Five

A nice and steamy, pounding hot shower was just what you needed, alone in Sukuna’s own personal bathroom, as he spends time with Touma. You’re exhaling as you sit on the marble bench, letting the water hit you in waves, sighing at just how good it feels, the little drops pounding against your skin, easing the sore achiness of your muscles.

A shower alone as a mother was unheard of, maybe a quick five minutes, but usually Touma and work had you so exhausted you got in for just that, too much to do, too tired to do more than scrub your skin, wash your hair. As fast as you could, but this was pure fucking bliss.

The first day moving most of your things - which wasn’t much- to Sukuna’s penthouse, had been a bit surprising. He’d had movers ready, they all basically did everything for you, and when you’d come, Sukuna had thankfully put up all the freaky shit in his room, and locked up all guns and drugs out of sight. The first meeting of Touma and Sukuna makes you giggle even in the shower.

Touma had been curious when Sukuna had leaned down and kissed you, hugging at your leg and looking at him. Sukuna looked right back. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Touma.” He answers, so seriously. “Are you… you in love with my mom.” Sukuna had paused, mouth wide open, brows low in a shocked glare that had made you burst out laughing.

“Touma baby, Mr. Sukuna is helping us live in this really nice place for a bit, but he’s-”

“So what if I am, kid? Got a problem?” Sukuna got down on his haunches, and Touma had stepped in front of you protectively, melting you as you watched Touma walk right up to Sukuna.

Mob boss, intimidating ass Ryomen Sukuna, and your kid crosses his little arms, tilting his own head. “She’s my Mama, I protect her.”

You gulp down your own emotions now, and Sukuna just glares at him. “And you think I won’t protect her?”

“It’s my job, I’m Touma. I protect Mama.” You’re damn near in tears, turning away for a moment, you hate that Touma feels this way, you’re instantly wracked with questions.

All the fights he saw?

Was it-

“That’s because I love mommy. Do you love mommy?”

“Maybe I do. Will you come kick my ass?” Touma giggles as you turn around and glare.

“Sukuna!”

“No, only if you hurt mommy.” Sukuna sighs then, big huge hand on Touma’s little shoulder.

“I’ll never hurt your mom. Okay? I want to… protect her. Better than you even.” You feel like you’re in some dream in that moment, as Touma stomps that little foot, shaking his head.

“Not better!”

“Way better. I’m bigger, hah!” Touma shoves at Sukuna then, and Sukuna yanks him up high, throwing him over his shoulder, as Touma’s legs wiggle. “See?”

“Put me down, Mama tell him!”

“Put him down, shit.” You can’t stop your laugh though, as Sukuna eases him down until he’s standing again, and he’s holding his shoulders very seriously.

“Will you help me protect your mama?” He asks softly, a tone you have rarely heard, and Touma sighs, nodding then.

“But I can do it alone, you know.”

“I’m sure you can, kid.” Sukuna smiles up at you then, seeing the glimmering tears in your eyes. “You know she’s kinda a crybaby.”

“Excuse me!?”

“Are you one too?”

“No, not a crybaby!” Touma determines, Sukuna grins then, spreading across his handsome face.

“Good, good… wanna see some cool shit?”

“Cool sh-”

“Bad word, Touma!” You cover his mouth, glaring at Sukuna then. “Watch that mouth, hmm?”

“She’s very bossy.” Sukuna says, Touma giggles, and then he tilts his head. “Come on, I got all kinds of… kid shit.”

“Mouth!”

“Kid things, fuck.”

“Don’t cuss like Mr. Sukuna, it’s bad.” You whisper, but Touma looks at you all bright eyed.

“He loves Mama.” You look up to see Sukuna’s blush, bringing upon your own as you clear your throat.

“You think so?” Touma nods, then Sukuna leads you both over, to open a door that’s somehow become a kid’s fucking paradise. Touma squeals, literally squeals, just running in, and you follow, blinking just a bit in shock. Touma starts bouncing on a little toddler bed, and Sukuna shakes his head.

“Ah-ah. No jumping. Didn’t mommy tell you about those stupid monkeys?”

“Monkeys… what?”

“They broke their bones.”

“Kuna!” He just grins as Touma gasps, stopping jumping immediately, but you sigh, taking in every bit of the room, dinosaurs all over, a gaming system, somehow he’s got everything a kid needs in one day. “How’d you do it all?” You murmur, while Touma starts poking around on a remote.

“I paid a shit ton of money for someone to set up shit for a little boy.” He shrugs a broad shoulder, eyeing you then. “Don’t cry, brat.”

“I… you…” You’re in tears, fully, and Sukuna sighs, holding you then, a big hand on your head as he tries to hush you. “You d-did all this? For me? For us?”

“It’s not shit, I just spent money. I literally snapped my fingers and a bunch of workers did the shit. Stop… you’re such a crybaby.”

You’re sobbing now, quietly against his shoulder, as he brushes a hand down your back, his heart filling more and more with every fucking moment he’s near you, when he sees your exhausted, tear streak face he falters, mouth opening and closing. But you beat him to it, cupping his face and leaning up.

“I really love you, Sukuna. You’re… you’re something so… you’re so different, from anything.” He exhales nervously, looking away and gulping.

“You’re being all sappy, stop it. Just wanted him to be comfortable.”

“Thank you so much. He loves it already.” You’re giggling while you’re crying, Sukuna smiles just a bit.

“You’re a wreck, brat.”

“I know.” He exhales, letting you cuddle to him, when Touma comes up and hugs his thigh, making Sukuna freeze, and you grin.

“Thank you Mr. Kuna!”

“God, even your kid uses the name? It’s Sukuna.”

“Kuna!”

“Jesus.”

You’re still grinning so hard it hurts, fuck when was the last time you were this damn happy, even with the looming threat of Naoya and so much more happening. As you turn off the silver knob of the shower, you’re curious how it’s going, Sukuna and a kid kind of made no sense, but seeing him trying more in one day than Naoya did in years was touching, it was fucking beautiful.

You don’t just - kind of love him- or - think you’re in love. No, you’re madly head over heels for this gruff crime lord, who’s giving you so much, and you don’t know what he gets in return. You want to help him, and be good for him, show him just how appreciative you are. Which, you heat up as you stare in the mirror, thinking of ways to show him tonight.

As you slip on your pajamas, you hear ‘ bang bang’ and rush out, it’s Touma saying it, over and over. You hear Sukuna’s booming laugh, rushing out with still damp hair as you eye the scene in front of you, mouth dropped open, Touma’s hand has a toy gun, his damn teddy bears have their little squishy arms tied, and there is fake money strewn all over.

“Haha, yeah kid, you just point and say it, c’mon you got it.” Sukuna’s grinning as he sits on the carpet, with his own toy gun, showing him. “Say - yo- you got my money!?”

“Yo gots my money!” Touma giggles now. “Bang!”

Sukuna slaps Touma in the back so hard the kid almost falls, affectionately you think!? “Yes, that’s it, then you-”

“What are you two doing, hmm!?” You cross your arms, and they both look at you, Touma’s eyes bright and glittering, Sukuna just smirking.

“What, we’re playing and bonding and that kinda shit. Touma, show mommy.”

“Look!” Touma shoots off the nerf gun now, and you gasp as he knocks the teddy bears right over, Sukuna smacks Touma in the back, bursting with laughter.

“This kid, I like him, look at that aim, huh? Now you take the-”

“Are you two serious!?” You demand, scowling at Sukuna, but Touma giggles and runs to you now, jumping up and down.

“Mommy, so much fun! Kuna is so fun I wuv him!” Sukuna clears his throat, bashful suddenly as he stands, rubbing the back of his neck.

You ignore the barbies that the teddy bears have thrown fake cash at apparently for just a moment, ignore the tied up bears and the nerf guns, and look down at Touma, who you haven’t seen this happy in so long. Then back at a Sukuna who is looking away, worried he’s fucked it all up.

You exhale then, realizing it.

You’re hopelessly in love, and even your kid loves this crazy ass man, on sight. “Although this isn’t the best game to play…”

They both look at you, eyes hopeful.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, hmm?” You murmur to Touma, brushing back his soft hair, you hear Sukuna’s exhale as Touma runs back to the game. Sukuna eyes you, walking close and leaning down, hands in his pockets. “You-”

“I know, I know I’m shit with kids. I just wanted you to have a break for a minute, and I don’t know what brat ass little... things even do. I figured-”

“Shh.” You grab his face then, kissing his lips gently, and he pulls you close, right against his chest, your skin dewy from the shower, eyes once again swirling with emotions, as he gulps a bit, just how pretty you are.

“You’re pissed hmm?”

“No, not pissed. This isn’t good behavior but… look at him.” Touma’s popping nerf guns at the bears with a little too much precision. “He’s so happy. Thank you for all of this, really, even if this is… inappropriate and a horrible influence, but...”

Sukuna blinks sooty pink lashes. “You're thanking me?”

“Yeah, you’re trying. And he… wuvs you.” You watch him look away again, as Touma begins to yawn.

“Tch. Wiped out already, kid?” Sukuna demands, but Touma just nods, and you swoop in, getting him to lay down, Sukuna lingers by the outside of the door, giving you both a moment.

“Will you be okay sleeping in here tonight?” You ask softly, Touma’s eyes are already fluttering shut as you cover him up.

“I like it here mommy, he’s so fun!” You grin down at him.

“He is fun.”

Touma touches your cheek with his little hand, melting you. “You love him, huh Mama?”

You look behind you, seeing his shadow along the doorway, sighing and then looking back at Touma, smiling. “Keep it a secret, but yes.” 

Sukuna’s heart hammers in his chest as he hears you both, and you hum so sweetly to him, his feelings so overwhelming he can’t control himself. The minute you shut the door, you’re in his arms, lifted, his hands gripping your thighs, pressing you against the wall.

You gasp then, before you relax, and he smells how sweet you are from that body wash he bought you, you probably would flip if you knew the price tag, but Sukuna would get you anything. You don’t know what he’d do for you, who he’d kill for you, just to keep you and that kid- who's actually pretty okay, for a kid - safe, and happy, so quickly you’ve consumed him.

You’re clinging to his shoulders, as you bite your plump lower lip, trying not to make any noise, and Sukuna exhales, leaning even closer, lips a breath from yours. “Know how crazy you make me, brat? Got me having a whole kid here, got me thinking of putting another in you.”

You flush now, arching your hips, as he hides his groan in your neck, exhaling, your hands enwrapped in pastel locks. “Think I don’t picture it too? Think you don’t make me insane?”

“I need you, brat. Now.” He whispers, you nod eagerly and he’s carrying you, like you’re nothing, kissing messy and brutal down the hallway, until you’re in his room, and he’s kissing down your neck, biting your delicate skin brutally.

“Kuna!” You’re whimpering as he does, grinding your heated cunt against him in your silky shorts, feeling his cock hard and throbbing.

“Need you now.” You nod eagerly once more, as you look up into dilated ruby eyes, almost black.

“Then take me.”

“God, what you do, woman…” You’re on his bed before you can blink, dizzy with how the man just throws you around, how he’s slipping off your shorts, you’re throwing a hand over your mouth as he spreads your thighs, kissing down your breasts, to the peaks of them, making your back arch. “Ah-ah.”

Sukuna yanks your hand off your mouth, and you suck in a breath when he’s kissing your other breasts, tongue lapping around and areola. “I can’t have him hear anything!”

Sukuna grins then. “I told you, it’s pretty much soundproof.”

Your eyes narrow. “Do I wanna know why?” He chuckles, continuing to kiss, lick and bite between your breasts and around your rib cage, shoving your little pajama top up further as he does.

“If you must know brat, I used to have Toji living here, and I decided I didn’t want him jerking off while I’m fucking.” You shake your head with a breathless giggle.

“You two!? Lived together!?”

“He lived here while he was a broke bitch, now I really don’t wanna talk about Toji right now.” He bites your nipple hard, and you whine out, head falling back against the soft pillows.

“You’re so f-freaky…”

“Mmm, I take it easy on you, you know that? Think I’ve ever been like this with a woman?” You exhale now, hands running through the pastel locks of his hair, arching your hips up more as he kisses down a shimmery white stretch mark. “God look how fucking sexy you are.”

“Kuna… please…” He smirks now, kissing even lower, until he’s hovering over your pussy, breath hot as he spreads your lips, spitting right on your clit and groaning as he watches it trail down.

“Please what, brat? I can’t take my time?” He demands, raising a brow, your pussy is drooling as he flicks his tongue on your clit, making you moan out loud, his cock is so hard he’s thrusting it against the bed for friction.

“Need you, please, stop teasing.” He flicks his tongue again, chuckling against you as your thighs are trembling on either side of his head.

“Oh do you? Need what, hmm?”

“More.” You yank on his hair, and he’s grinning against your pussy, tongue swirling around your clit but just not hitting it, watching you huff in frustration. “Kuna, please!”

“You’re beggin’ huh? So pathetic?”

“You know what-” You yank his face against you now, and he moans as you do, the action turning him on so much he can’t think, as you greedily grind against his face, and he’s leaking precum, dying to be inside your tight entrance, lapping all your juices up so hungry. “Y-yes!”

“Greedy little slutty brat f’me?” You nod as he murmurs against your skin, as his huge tattooed hands are pressing your thighs further apart, and he’s drinking you up, moaning as he works you. “Gonna fuck my face- god yes.”

“S-sorry… need more…” You’re lost now, as you rock up and down, as his tongue and nose and teeth all work you over and over so good, until you feel the pressure building, breasts heaving with your quicker breaths. “So good, f-fuck, Kuna it’s so…”

“Cum all over my face, c’mon baby.” He urges, lapping your juices from your hole up to your clit while you’re gasping for breaths, pleasure wrecking your brain, washing all over you in waves. “C’mon lemme drink it up.”

“Mnh!” You’re cumming so hard as he drinks you up, as his fingers bruise your thighs, and his mouth devours your pussy, the sounds of him echoing off the walls and making you scream out more and more. As you’re pulsing around his tongue, the wet muscle presses up, tastebuds just a little rough on gummy walls, forcing you into another orgasm.

“Mmm…” He’s moaning at your sweet taste, licking at his lips now, biting your inner thigh, the pain making you cry out again, hands now gripping his shoulders, broad and strong, yanking at the shirt he’s wearing. “Need me so bad?”

“God, you already know I do, you’re so-” He cuts off your compliments with a hungry kiss, as you’re running your fingers down his muscles, trying to take a breath, thighs shaking while his cock is rubbing between them.

“Taste yourself.” You’re lapping your juices off his lips with your little pink tongue, as he’s grinding against you, still in pants, making you huff in frustration, yanking on them as he laughs.

“You’re so mean, jus’ lemme…”

“Gotta have me right now, can’t wait, you’re so impatient.”

“No, c-can’t.” You’re freeing his cock, stroking the huge, thick length up and down, thumb pressing against his piercing, eyes darting up to his face as he drinks you in. “Beautiful.”

“Me!? Shut that shit up.”

“You are.”

“Calling me some bitch shit. You’re beautiful.” You smile and shake your head, thumb brushing across a flat brown nipple. “So beautiful I never want anyone to even fucking see you again.” His voice is husky, one of his hands guiding his cock to rub up and down between your folds, pressing against your clit, making you drool down his length.

“Never, how will I strip then?” You tease softly, he scowls, rubbing the piercing against you over and over, watching your pretty eyes flutter shut.

“Think I’ll let you?”

“Think you can stop me?”

Sukuna smirks, shaking his head as he shoves his cock deep inside you, and you’re screaming out, thankful his walls are soundproof for whatever weird reason it was, as the stretch burns so good inside your cunt. You’re struggling to take him as he watches every expression on your perfect features, your lips parted, your nails pressing into his skin.

“I can stop you alright.” He whispers, pulling back and thrusting deeper, stuffing you even more full, tears in your eyes as he works you. “Gonna argue ever when I give it to you so fuckin’ good?”

You shake your head, whispering out - “N-not fair…”

“Takin’ my cock like you’re made for it.” Sukuna’s words along with him yanking a thigh up, putting the arch of your foot on his shoulder and kissing your ankle makes your walls pulse around him. “Struggling to take it, too fuckin’ tiny?”

“I c-can do it.” He smirks down at you, broad smile on his handsome face, before he slams inside you so hard your toes curl, hitting your cervix as you damn near pull back, his hands dragging you by your hips.

“Don’t run, now- f-fuck…” Sukuna moans as he leans over, sinking impossibly deeper, cock stroking in and out of you, his teeth grazing your neck as he buries his face against your neck, exhaling and biting harder, spurned on by your whines, making him lose it.

“Mnh! So b-big…” You’re whispering, hissing again as he bites your neck harder, sliding hotly tongue up the side of it, shalmming his cock so far in you’re cumming again, piercing dragging right on that fucking spot.

“You’re so tight f-fuck, so wet for me, just me huh?”

You nod, panting, eyes squeezed shut as his cock stretches you open, as he’s fucking you harder now, deep and fast, his pelvis slapping into yours, making a sloppy, obscene fucking sound the wetter and wetter you get. You can feel your cunt gushing around him, feel it dripping down between your thighs, down your ass and his balls that are heavy and smacking you.

He pulls up, ruby eyes locked on yours, as you whisper - “L-love you.”

Sukuna pauses, exhaling, hot breath against already overheated lips when he cups your face with a big hand, slowing his thrusts for a moment, making every inch take so excruciatingly long, letting you feel every fucking part of him. Your heart races, you can’t stop yourself.

“I do. I do. I d-do… I know it’s-”

“Shut it, brat.” He slams his lips back down on yours, shutting up your every confession, rolling his hips so his piercing is pressing on that spongy spot, drinking in your every cry, while your pussy is tightening around his cock.

“Kuna…” You’re hiccuping at how good he feels, while he’s leaning heavy weight on you, brushing your hair back. “S-sorry…”

“Shh.” Hiis thrusts are becoming more erratic, more intense, watching your eyes roll back, mouth open. “Think I don’t love you?”

Your eyes try to focus, but he’s fucking you so good it’s impossible, you just sputter as he works over you, one hand now resting under your chin, long fingers wrapping your delicate neck. He rests his other elbow near your head, that hand entangling in your hair, pulling at it, watching as he fucks you stupid.

“Answer me, now.” He orders, you’re clinging to the sheets, and he glares now, slowing his strokes. “Get those nails back on my back.”

“Yes, y-yes sir…” You do just that, watching him moan, his head falling back, you eagerly kiss down his neck, lapping at the bobbing adam's apple as he’s in bliss, your walls contracting around him, pouring out more and more soaking arousal.

“Answer me.” He orders again, while your nails are digging against his muscled back, looking back at you, eyes black damn near, slamming his cock in so hard you have to bite back a full scream, only earning his groan, squeezing your throat just a bit harder. “Now.”

“I d-don’t know if y-you feel sorry for-”

“Nah, fuck that, I just fucking want you. I need you.” He watches your eyes go glassy, your lips tremble, as your thighs squeeze his hips, and he works your cunt so goddamn good, thumb pressing your racing pulse. “Did I fuck you too stupid, think I don’t love you already?”

“Kuna…” You’re sobbing when you kiss him, and he loses himself even more in you, inside you, surrounding you, while your back arches, lips and tongues fighting for dominance, as he flips you, now letting you on top of him.

“Gonna make me keep saying it, like some dumb fucking simp?” He demands with a glare, and you nod with a little giggle so breathless and weak, while he slips you down his cock. “Then you better ride me.”

It’s been a while, and you aren’t sure you’re good at it, faltering, as your hands rest on his strong chest, against just a part of the endless black tattoos, your hair falling to the side as you roll your hips. “Will you tell me if I’m okay?”

He scowls, lifting your hips and dragging you back down his cock, watching your breasts bounce as he brings you down on him, veins pulsing inside your cunt. “Okay is never a fucking word for you. Y’know how good your pussy is, show me, huh baby?” He whispers, encouraging you, and you nod then, biting your lip, watching as his cheeks tint pink even in the dim lighting of his room, as he bites his lip with white teeth.

“Like this?” You ask nervously, trying to shove back all the past of hearing how terrible you were at things, because Sukuna looks at you like you’re a fucking goddess right now, nodding and gulping.

“Fuck yeah, just like that, ride me till you cum.” He says, all husky, and you eagerly start to bounce now, thighs slapping against his as you ride him harder, faster, then start leaning up, thighs working themselves. Sukuna’s groaning out loud, hands now on your ass cheeks, pumping up inside you. “There it is, there you go-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Shit.

You instantly freeze, looking at the door, and hearing it again-

Knock knock knock.

“I need to-”

“Fuck no.” Sukuna drags you back on him as you go to get up, but you glare now, shaking your head. “Really now.”

“Mama? Mr. Kuna?” You hear, and Sukuna holds back his groan as he covers his face, cock twitching when you’re sliding off it, cursing yourself with how sore you already are.

“Let him go back to bed.” Sukuna grumbles, staring at his cock that’s glistening with you, as you slip on pajamas and giggle.

“Mostly soundproof?” You tease.

“He didn’t hear shit, promise, unless he’s right against the door the entire time.” He murmurs, cupping your face.

“I’ll be back in a bit, Mr. Kuna.” Sukuna scowls as you rush out, and throw a blanket over him.

Kids are cockblocks.

“What is it, Touma?” You murmur, as you walk out, and see him sleepily rubbing one eye, but when you bend down you see his distraught face. “Bad dream baby?”

“Bad dream. Mama got hurt in it.” He’s sniffling then, and you pick him up quickly, holding him tight.

“No, Touma I’m fine!”

“Mama was gone.” His words make your heart hammer, you shake your head quickly as you walk back to his new room, feet padding gently on the polished floors until you hit his soft carpet.

“Mama will never leave you.” You murmur, laying him back down, and Touma lifts the bright blue blanket, patting it with his little hand.

“Cuddles?” You smile amidst terror gnawing at you, trying to shove it all down for him, getting right in the toddler bed, laying on an arm as you watch him.

“You worry so much, I promise I’ll be okay. You seemed so happy today, with Mr. Kuna hmm?” You brush his hair back and he grins now.

“I like him so much! He’s so fun!”

You grin right back, heart fluttering as you think of it- Sukuna loves you.

Loves you.

“He is fun. I think he likes you alot too, Touma.”

“Will we be here a long time?” You blink a bit then, sighing and snuggling further against Touma, as he rubs your cheek, so caring already so young, he touches your heart more every moment, the love for your son so deep it feels impossible that you had room for Sukuna too.

It’s like your heart grew to expand enough for the both of them, though of course the love is so different, you now know you’ve never felt it for another man, even when you thought you loved him. Naoya. How, you can’t really fathom, the gaslighting, manipulation!?

Were you such a fool?

But then you wouldn’t have him, your baby boy.

“Mama?”

“Sorry, baby.” You try to snap back to the moment, as Touma’s little pout is so serious for his cute little face. “We will be here for a while I think.”

“I like that, Mr. Kuna can show me more games!” You yawn, as you pull him against you.

“Maybe nicer games?” Touma yawns now too, and you snuggle closer, feeling sleep tug at you. “Maybe I’ll just sleep for a minute…”

Twenty minutes.

Does it take twenty minutes to get a kid to sleep!? Sukuna doesn’t know, but he knows the kid is now responsible for the girl he loves leaving him wanting, and that’s irritating. He wants you all to himself, and sharing you is irritating, even if he does really like the kid, he needs you back.

Sukuna decides to finally go check once his cock went down, which took far too fucking long, and he pauses at the doorway when he sees it then, his heart doing this irritating flutter feeling. It’s even worse than the love he feels already, when he sees you snoring lightly right next to your little boy, who is snuggled against you tightly, his little arms around your neck.

“Well, shit.” He mumbles, leaning on the doorway for a moment, crossing his arms as he stares at the two of you, you sleeping on one arm, no blanket, it appears you’d put it all on Touma.

Sukuna sighs now, walking in the little room, taking a pillow and slipping it under your head, you hum just a bit, still curled up in the tiny little bed. He chuckles softly, taking some of the blanket and tucking you up in it, looking at the little smile on your pretty face, stroking your cheek for just a moment.

You’re so cute he’ll forgive you for leaving him hanging, he supposes, looking at Touma who snuggles right back to you, and you instinctively wrap your arm around him in your sleep. The sight of the two of you, especially you cuddling what is just about a copy of you, is too much for him, he’s feeling too sappy, and irritated, deciding to scowl just a bit for good measure.

He wants you in his bed, dammit… he wants you to cuddle him, but he has to admit as he walks out, you’re fucking adorable.

*****

Sukuna wakes up to heavenly scents wafting through his penthouse, tummy grumbling as you work your magic in his kitchen, the sight of you humming in little sleep shorts half rolled up is far more appetizing than event he scents, as he eyes Touma sipping orange juice from a little cup with a top, grinning at him.

“Mr. Kuna!” Touma runs to him, and you turn back to see him hugging Sukuna’s leg, Sukuna just stands there, grimacing as you giggle, earning his glare your direction, a thousand things unspoken in that expression of his.

“Yeah, morning kid.” Sukuna pats Touma’s head, pushing at him a bit awkwardly, eyeing you looking all fresh faced with a messy bun, spatula in your hand. “And good morning, brat.”

“Morning Kuna.”

“Tch.” He steps to you now, swiping at a little flour on your nose, inhaling how sweet you smell, pressing a kiss on your lips. “You’re in trouble, y’know?”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whisper, as you now eye Touma. “Hey, can he watch some tv?”

“Shit, yeah. What do you watch, kid?” He asks, as you hand Touma a plate, and Sukuna flips on the tv in the living room, letting Touma sit on the floor in front of it with his waffles, eggs and bacon.

“Bluey!”

“The fuck’s a Bluey?” You’re holding back laughter as you finish making breakfast for you and Sukuna, listening to the ensuing humor that is your boyfriend and your son conversing.

“It’s a dog, and she’s so cool, Mr. Kuna do you wanna watch!” Sukuna grimaces, shaking his head and turning on Netflix, handing Touma the remote.

“God no. Here, you know how to put it on?”

“Mhm!”

“Good.” He pats Touma’s head again, and comes back to you, as you’re making him a plate, complete with a whipped cream smile and strawberry eyes. Sukuna’s face makes you burst into laughter.

“It’s cute, huh?”

“You’re so asking for it.” He grumbles, snatching up the syrup and slathering it all over the fluffy waffles, destroying your smiley face.

“Meanie!”

“Tch. Where’d you get all this food anyway? I order out all the time.”

“I ordered groceries, is that okay?”

Sukuna’s jaw sets. “With your money, no.”

“Kuna!”

“No, I’ll have to give you a card or some shit.” You shake your head at him, making your own plate and sitting next to him, biting back a sigh when his big warm hand touches your thigh, and he leans close.

“Sorry I passed out.” You murmur, awakening far too much he’s trying to hold back, his eyes narrow at you.

“I’ll make you make up for it tonight.” You shift just a bit in your seat at the mere thought, earning his smirk, as his hand squeezes the plush of your thigh. “With that mouth, hmm?”

“Oh, I don’t mind that.” You whisper, against his ear, sending shivers of desire down his spine, before you kiss his cheek. “This is the best day I’ve had.”

“It’s just started, though?”

“Still. It is. It feels… right?” He brushes his hand up and down your thigh, moaning as he bites into the waffle now, feeling it so flaky and fluffy in his mouth, so sweet.

“Tastes so goddamn good, shit.”

“As good as me?” You tease, mouthing quietly, he bites back a moan, dragging you even closer, one of your legs over his.

“Nothing’s that good, shit. But close?” You nibble on one too, smiling happily, to be this close to him just doing something so simple is bliss. “Gonna have to keep you around, cooking like this.”

“Yeah?” You grin so big, lighting up your face, making him falter, then making him scowl. “What!?”

“Making me sappy, so fucking annoying.”

“Poor Kuna.” You kiss him again, he tries to keep the scowl, but it fails. After a little bit he’s fully in  a four piece suit, however, overcoat and all, along with black leather gloves, making you frown a bit while you’re washing dishes.

“I have a dishwasher, brat.”

“I am just used to hand washing.” You dry your pretty little hands on a towel, he frowns as he looks at them, a little calloused from the pole already, he doesn’t like that, he really doesn’t want you doing a damn thing as soon as you’ll let him take care of you completely. “Where are you going? Should I call Miwa over for a bit to watch Touma, go with?”

“No, you can’t go to this shit.” You frown deeper, and he tilts your chin up, shaking his head. “Dangerous.”

“Then why do you go!?” You whisper, heart feeling with fear, and he leans closer, arms now on either side of you on the counter.

“Baby girl I run a mob, I’m not some little bitch. I’m always good.”

“But-”

“This is part of it.” His tone is firmer, and he lifts his jacket, showing an array of guns and knives glinting that make your tummy flip.

“All that?” You whisper, eyeing him with even more fear.

“I’m always good, promise. You play pretty housewife and hang out with the kid, I need to deal with…”

“Naoya?” You’re mouthing it, he shakes his head.

“Not yet. Meeting with the Kamo family first, okay?”

“So not as…”

“No, they’re pretty in with the Gojo family. But this isn’t a concern, what I need you to do is wear him out today so I get you all to myself, hmm?” He’s smirking, and you fight him with a pout, until he keeps kissing you over and over, and you’re melting in his arms, nodding. “Good girl.”

“You’re not playing fair.” He’s pulling and your waist just a bit, thumbs brushing under your breasts, as every nerve ending is on fire for him.

“I’ll be back later, make me something yummy for dinner too?”

“You’re liking this a lot aren’t you?” You tease, but he hears it, the hope and nerves in your voice, he pinches your ass, and you hold in your yelp, smacking a hand on your mouth as he grins.

“I’ll like it more when you melatonin the-”

“Kuna!”

“Well, just saying. I need to go though.” He frowns at his rolex, and your heart feels like it will pound from your chest in fear. “Have you seen me? Think anyone can fuck with me?”

You look down, terrified for him, feeling the guilt of causing more problems gnawing at you. “But he-”

“Ain’t got shit on me, brat, does he?” Sukuna raises a brow, god you want to just stay in his arms forever, but you know you can’t.

“Nothing, and you know that. But he’s-”

“Ah-ah. Shut it. Now, entertain the kid or whatever you do? Take the day to relax a bit. If you need something just call me.” He leans a little closer, pressing his lips on your forehead, your eyes flutter shut at how good it feels. “Bodyguards are outside, no one will come here.”

“Thank you, Kuna.”

“Tch. You’ll thank me later alright.” You glare so cute, as he walks by, but not before Touma runs to him, hugging his thigh again, and the sight is so adorable your cheeks hurt from grinning. “God, you’re a clingy kid huh?”

“Mr. Kuna, will you watch a movie with me later?” He asks, and Sukuna rolls his red eyes, shrugging as he tries to pry the kid off him.

“Sure, but I’ll pick it, maybe Godfather or-”

“You will not even watch Godfather!” He smirks over at you, winking.

“I’ll let your Mama pick instead.”

“Okay! Have fun at work!” Sukuna bites back a smile, walking out then, leaning against the door and righting himself, he’s been too blissful for the day, for the night, now he knows, it’s time to get serious. He takes his phone, hearing Satoru’s voice on the other line now.

“Got it scheduled right?” He asks Gojo then, and he sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s gonna be so boring.”

“Rather bang that bartender huh?” He snorts in laughter as he rides the elevator down, hearing Gojo sigh dramatically again.

“More than that.”

“Shit, you down that bad already?”

“Says you, Stepdad Kuna.”

“God don’t you fuckin’ call me that too, shit.” He’s disgusted as he steps into the back of the limo, hanging up and seeing Satoru in the backseat, all pouting.

“I don’t wanna be up this early going to see them, they’re so-”

“Boring, yeah yeah. Think I wanna?” Sukuna grumbles right back, looking out the window for a moment, thinking of spending the day with you.

“I know this is necessary just… the Kamo family are pretentious as fuck, I get tired of trying to make deals with them.” Satoru sprawls his long legs, then perks up just a bit as Sukuna grabs a little baggie. “Gonna share?”

“If it cheers your mopey ass up.” Satoru’s grin is back, though his shades are pushed up a little higher than usual. “You gonna go on a date with her?”

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna ask her…”

“When?”

“Um… I… how do you ask a girl out exactly? I’ve never…”

“Yeah.” Sukuna snorts in laughter again. “We are not having a father to son talk I sure the fuck hope.”

“I’m not much younger, and women just come to me.” Satoru sighs again, snorting a line and pinching his nose. “I really like her, Kuna.”

“I hate that name so fucking much.” Sukuna snorts one too, wishing he could instead snort it off your pretty body. “Just ask her?”

“Like and take her where?”

“I don’t fucking know, Fiji?”

“Yeah?”

“No, Satoru, shit… like dinner or something. Hmm…” He pauses then, he hasn’t even taken you out yet. “Where do you take dates?”

“Let’s ask Suguru.” When Satoru and Sukuna stop in front of Suguru’s place and he glides in, he’s now bombarded by the two grown ass men, Satoru pouting, Sukuna’s lips in a terse line.

“You all look… serious.” Suguru muses with a smirk.

“How do you ask a girl on a date!?” Satoru asks, and Sukuna shakes his head, holding up a hand.

“Where do you take your girl on a date?” 

Suguru blinks a bit now, before snorting in laughter, one of his hands over his mouth, shaking dark hair. “You two serious?” A pair of blue and red eyes just stare at him now, and he sighs. “Shit, you are. Alright then…”

I KNOW so much fluff- this will clearly be more than six parts- prob eight? I don't know yet I'm having too much fun with Stepdad Kuna don't you judge him!!!

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♥︎ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀 : 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

Mark falls for you hard.

It’s not gradual. It’s not slow. It’s instant.

One second, he’s just a normal guy.

And the next? You’re all he can think about.

At first, it’s sweet.

He’s nervous around you, fumbling over his words.

He texts too much, calls just to hear your voice.

When he’s with you, he’s so happy—happier than he’s ever been.

But when he’s not with you?

It’s unbearable.

His mind races, his chest tightens.

He starts needing to know where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with.

And that’s when the obsession starts to grow.

Mark has lost too much.

His father betrayed him. His world turned against him. Everything he thought was stable, everything he thought he could trust—was ripped away.

But you?

You’re different.

You’re not like his father, not like the world that constantly demands more from him.

You’re safe.

And after everything he’s been through, he refuses to lose you.

No matter what it takes.

Mark is desperate for something good in his life.

Being Invincible means constantly fighting, constantly bleeding—constantly losing.

But when he’s with you? It all stops.

With you, he’s just Mark. Just a normal guy who can laugh, who can breathe.

At first, it’s normal.

He loves you deeply, intensely, but that’s just who he is.

He’s a good boyfriend. Protective, affectionate—always putting you first.

He never lets you feel alone. Never lets you feel unloved.

But then the fear sets in.

What if you leave?

What if something takes you away from him—like everything else has?

What if one day, you realize that you don’t need him?

That thought? It breaks him.

And once it takes root?

It never goes away.

Mark’s possessiveness is almost sweet at first.

He always wants to be around you.

He texts you constantly, asking where you are, what you’re doing.

He flies you to school, to work—anywhere you need to go.

And at first? It’s flattering.

Who wouldn’t want a boyfriend who’s always there for them?

Who wouldn’t love someone who drops everything to make them happy?

But then it escalates.

You mention a male coworker? Mark’s jaw clenches. His fists tighten.

You go out without telling him? He finds you.

You start pulling away? He notices.

And suddenly, his protectiveness doesn’t feel so sweet anymore.

It feels suffocating.

Because Mark doesn’t just want you.

He needs you.

Mark has superpowers.

He doesn’t need cameras to track you.

He doesn’t need to ask where you are.

He just knows.

His super-hearing picks up your voice from miles away.

He listens to your conversations—even the ones you don’t think he can hear.

He memorizes your schedule, your habits, the way your heartbeat changes when you lie.

And when you go somewhere unexpected?

He follows.

He stays out of sight, high above the city, watching.

And if he sees something—or someone—that he doesn’t like?

It’s handled.

Quietly.

Permanently.

Mark doesn’t mean to be controlling.

He just wants what’s best for you.

And sometimes? You don’t know what’s best for yourself.

It starts small.

A concerned look when you talk to another guy.

A casual “Maybe you should stay home today” when he hears about trouble in the city.

A soft, worried “I don’t like how they treat you” when you mention a friend.

And then it gets worse.

The people in your life start drifting away.

Your friends don’t call as much.

Your job starts feeling unstable.

And through it all, Mark is always there.

Holding you.

Comforting you.

Telling you that he’s all you need.

And you believe him.

Because when he looks at you?

When he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world—

How could you not believe him?

Maybe you start to notice.

Maybe you start questioning him.

And Mark?

He doesn’t snap. He doesn’t yell.

He begs.

“Please don’t do this,” his voice shakes, his eyes desperate.

“I can’t lose you. Not you too.”

But if begging doesn’t work?

His expression hardens.

His arms wrap around you, strong, unyielding.

“I don’t want to do this,” he murmurs. “But I will.”

And before you can react—

You’re in the air.

The ground disappears beneath you, the wind rushing past.

Mark holds you tight, flying higher, higher—until the city is nothing but a blur below.

And then he looks at you.

Soft. Loving. Unshakable.

“You don’t have a choice.”

When you wake up, everything is different.

The doors are reinforced. The windows don’t open.

And Mark? He’s there.

Waiting.

“I know you’re upset,” he says gently, brushing your hair back.

“But this is for the best.”

His fingers tighten around your wrist, just enough to remind you.

“You’re safe now.”

“And you’ll always be mine.”

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Play Your Part

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: angst, unwanted touching and kissing

Summary: You and your team go undercover at a bar to gather information on one of the most successful crime families this country has ever seen. Things don’t go according to plan, but Bucky is there to save you like he always is.

Square Filled: undercover au (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You grab your drink from the bar counter and scan the crowd. Your target is here somewhere, and it’s your job to distract him. The earpiece statics in your ear but you don’t give away that you have a whole team behind you.

“Touch your nose if you can hear us,” Steve says. As naturally as you can, you scratch your nose before lowering your arm. “Anyone see the target?”

“Target acquired,” Sam says. “Your ten o’clock, Y/N.”

You look that way and spot the target in question, millionaire and fuckboy, Landon Parker. He’s sitting down on the couch, laughing with some man. You’re not sure if that’s his friend or if that’s someone he just met. It doesn’t matter. You’re going in.

“Nat, you better be fast. I’m going in.”

“Be careful,” Steve says.

“I’m right here if you need me,” Bucky says.

That brings a smile to your face. No matter what mission you’re on or what you’re doing, your boyfriend is always there to protect you. He can’t very well do what you’re about to do, so he’s nearby in case Landon gets any bright ideas. You’re always cautious but it’s nice to know you have someone who loves you so much who will do anything to make sure you’re safe.

You down the rest of your drink and walk over to the dancefloor where Landon is. He’s part of the Parker crime family and has plans somewhere in his club about how his family wants to take over the state or some shit. They’ve always wanted to overthrow the government and become one of the biggest crime families this country has ever seen. The government is warped and corrupt, but the Parker family is worse. They have moles everywhere. Like Hydra. You wouldn’t be shocked if they actually had ties to the organization.

Fury tasked you and a few others to try and bring him down, so that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to play your part. Natasha is tasked with getting into his office and searching it from top to bottom, Sam and Steve are tasked with distracting the guards, you’re tasked with distracting Landon, and Bucky is here to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

You push through the crowd until there is nothing separating you from Landon. This is for the mission. I love you, Bucky. You sway your hips to the beat of the music and run your hands up and down the length of your body. For good measure, you push your breasts closer together subtly, and that catches Landon’s attention.

He does a double take when his eyes land on you, and he forgets about his friend altogether. You smirk and turn so he has a good view of your ass that’s just peeking out from below your dress. He’s a known fuckboy so this is the only way to get his attention. You turn around and you can tell from where you are that his eyes are completely black from lust. He points his finger at you and curls it, beckoning you to him.

“I’m right here, baby,” Bucky’s voice comes over the earpiece.

You confidently walk over to Landon, not shocked when he grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him. Instead of landing on his lap, you scot to the left so you’re sitting on the couch.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Candy,” you grin, giving him a cheeky but fake name.

“Mmm, do you taste just as good as candy?”

“Maybe.”

He grabs your knee and rubs your soft skin. He’s known to get handsy so this doesn’t surprise you. You don’t like it but it’s necessary if you want to keep his attention on you and not on the fact that someone is breaking into his office right now. He slides his hand upward but you grab it before he can cross the line. You push his hands off you and cross your leg to make it known you’re not letting him anywhere near you.

“What’s your name?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Maybe, but I want to hear you say it.”

Landon leans so close to you that you can smell his minty breath. “Landon Parker.”

“I’ve heard of you.”

“I’m sure you have. What do you say we get out of here?”

“Like out of the club?” That would work in your favor.

“No, my office. It’s private and I can show you a great time.”

Shit, he can’t go to his office. He’s close enough for the rest of the team to hear what he has to say.

“I’m not finished. I’m working as fast as I can, but you still need to keep him busy,” Natasha says.

“Hurry up before I beat his ass,” Bucky growls.

“I’m okay,” you say, half talking to Landon and half talking to Bucky. “I like being right here. Make you work for it.”

“Mmm, I like that,” he grins.

He surprises you by leaning in and kissing you. You put your hand on his chest and push him away from you, a slight blush on your cheeks. He mistakes your flush for being turned on when really, you’re afraid for him. If this wasn’t a mission, he would have been on his ass with Bucky over him.

“That’s not working for it, Landon.”

“Make it easy for me, then.”

Again, he leans in and kisses you. You push him away but that seems to egg him on, not deter him. You’re starting to get uncomfortable but there are two things stopping you from getting up and leaving. One, Natasha’s not done. Two, Bucky is right across the room watching this. He wouldn’t let you get hurt.

“What good would that be if I did that?”

“Natasha, hurry,” Bucky growls angrily. “I’m two seconds away from ripping this fucker’s head off.”

“Cool it, Barnes. I’m downloading the files now.”

Landon grabs your thigh and pries your legs apart with unbelievable strength. You try to keep him at a distance while still being in character, but he’s very good at getting what he wants. He leans in again to kiss you while sliding his hands closer to your pussy.

“Okay, I can’t do this anymore,” you say, completely tapping out.

“Buck, get her out of there.”

Bucky is already out of his seat before Steve can finish his sentence. He grabs Landon’s arm and yanks him away from you. Without alerting anyone, he punches him in the face with his metal arm. Landon falls against the couch, passed out, and you jump away from him as if he could reach out and grab you again.

“You couldn’t have waited, huh?” Nat sighs.

“Nope.”

“Doesn’t matter. I got the info. Widow out.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks, pulling you into him.

“I am now. You’re here.”

“I told you, I’ll always be here for you. Sorry it got that far.”

“It’s okay, I knew you’d come save me.” You lean up and kiss Bucky. “Come on, let’s get out of here before his guard realizes something’s wrong.”

With the information in hand, your team leaves the bar undetected. You’ll need a shower to wash Landon off you, but you did come out a winner here. You get to go home with Bucky, and that’s the biggest prize you could ever have.

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hey love. Could I please request some dad!Carlos, where he is super protective in front of the media but a huge softie in reality. Like playing dolls and princess with his darling.

Thank you🥹🥰

Carlos' little princess

The early morning light bathed the Spanish villa in soft hues of gold as Carlos gently lifted his four-year-old daughter, Yn, into his arms. She clung to her Papá sleepily, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck as she nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder. Today was a big day—race weekend had arrived, and while Rebecca couldn’t make it due to a modeling commitment, Carlos had insisted that Yn come along. He couldn't imagine a weekend without his little princess by his side.

“Are you excited, mi princesa?” he asked softly, smoothing back her unruly curls as he carried her to the car.

Yn yawned, rubbing her eyes before nodding. “Will I see tío Lando?” she asked sleepily.

Carlos chuckled. “Sí, mi amor. You’ll see tío Lando, and many more of Papá’s friends.”

With Yn safely buckled into her car seat, they set off for the track. Carlos glanced at her through the rearview mirror, smiling as she played with her stuffed unicorn, one of her favorite toys. The drive was peaceful, filled with the occasional question from Yn about the race, who would be there, and most importantly, whether there would be snacks.

When they arrived at the paddock, the media was already present, cameras clicking as soon as Carlos stepped out of the car. He wasted no time unbuckling Yn and lifting her into his arms, holding her protectively close.

“Papá, so many people!” she whispered, clutching his shirt.

Carlos pressed a reassuring kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry, princesa. They just want to take some pictures, but they won’t come too close.”

The photographers kept their respectful distance, capturing the heartwarming sight of the usually intense driver cradling his daughter with so much tenderness. Unbothered, Yn buried her face in his shoulder, sighing contentedly as he carried her into the paddock.

Inside, the Williams team had set up a small play area for Yn. Carlos trusted their staff, and since they had a few younger mechanics who loved kids, he felt comfortable letting her play while he handled his team duties.

“Now, princesa, you be good and listen to tío Alex and the others, okay?” Carlos crouched down to her level, making sure she understood.

Yn nodded enthusiastically. “Sí, Papá! I will!” Then she leaned forward and whispered, “Can I have ice cream later?”

Carlos laughed. “We’ll see. Only if you eat all your lunch, okay?”

With that deal struck, Yn happily went off to play, leaving Carlos to focus on his meetings and practice sessions. Still, his gaze often flickered towards her play area, making sure she was happy and safe.

During lunch, Yn sat on his lap, her little hands holding a small sandwich as she ate. “Papá, you drive so fast,” she said between bites.

“Of course, mi amor,” Carlos grinned, tapping her nose. “That’s my job!”

She giggled, kicking her tiny feet. “I like it when you go vroooom!”

After lunch, Yn tugged on his sleeve insistently. “Papá, play dolls with me!”

Carlos raised a brow. “Right now? But Papá has to prepare for the race.”

Yn pouted, her big brown eyes widening in that irresistible way only a child could master. “But only you play dolls right, Papá!”

With a dramatic sigh, Carlos gave in. “Okay, okay. But only for a little while.”

What he didn’t expect was the media capturing the whole moment.

There he was, one of the fiercest competitors on the grid, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hospitality suite, holding a tiny plastic doll in his large, calloused hands. Yn, looking completely in her element, was instructing him on how the princess should be dressed for her royal ball.

“No, Papá! She needs the pink dress, not the blue one!” she said, her tone exasperated but affectionate.

“Oh, lo siento, princesa,” Carlos said, barely containing his laughter. He swapped out the dresses, following her lead.

The sight was nothing short of adorable. The cameras outside the hospitality suite snapped pictures through the windows, capturing the moment a world-class driver played dolls with his daughter, occasionally kissing her cheek and making her burst into giggles.

Meanwhile, in the paddock, Lando, Charles, and Alex had spotted the scene and were watching with amused grins.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Lando whispered. “Carlos playing with dolls.”

Charles smirked. “He’s completely wrapped around her little finger.”

Alex chuckled. “Honestly? It’s adorable.”

Inside, Carlos finally put the doll down, stretching his arms. “Okay, princesa, now Papá really has to work.”

Yn huffed dramatically. “Fine. But we play more later!”

He scooped her up into his arms, pressing another kiss to her cheek. “Deal.”

That evening, as he got ready for his qualifying session, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw his little girl cheering him on from the sidelines, waving enthusiastically.

Carlos may have been a racing driver, but first and foremost, he was a father. And nothing, not even a championship title, could compare to the love he had for his little Yn.

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Authors Note: hey guys. I hope you enjoy me first story. My requests are open for everybody!

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: when your favorite member of their house isn't them.

WARNINGS: kaito's gets a little intense!! but its very canon typical. subaru is a little manipulative ngl.

COMMENTS: i am STILL getting used to writing these guys so i am sorry if they are out of character!! please have mercy!!

Jin’s scowl is more sour than usual. He storms up to his room and slams the door shut, jamming his hand in his pocket in search of his cigarettes. The last thing he needs to see right now is you with Tohma, hanging off his arm and making small talk about how lovely the tea smelt and how good he was at chess. Rage twists and burns in his stomach but you’re the last person he wants to take it out on. Even if Tohma will forever hold your affections, he doesn’t want you to think poorly of him. He thinks it would rip him apart.

Tohma isn’t certain what you see in that first year with the silly blonde hair that follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy. Kaito can’t protect you when worse comes to worst, he can’t stand up for you the way Tohma can. He knows it's underhanded, throwing jabs at his poor underclassman, but he can’t help it. Not when it comes to you. Perhaps, one day, you will see how foolish this is and come running into his arms.

Luca respects the captain a lot, and he knows you do too. It doesn’t give him any bad feelings until you see Jin and call him over, your feet dragging you toward the captain and away from him. Luca thinks you may take one, two, maybe three steps away from him, but you walk until Jin meets you and then you turn back to Luca, beaming at him in a way he’s never seen before. Oh, he realizes, you must like Jin quite a bit to have a smile reserved just for him.

Kaito’s one job is to defend your honor, to keep filthy no good men away from you! After all, he’s the only one you should be considering going out with, and any other man couldn’t treat you like he can! So why...why do you look so happy with Luca? What has he done wrong? Is it his cowardice? His lack of money? Was he not calm enough for you? He sees the way you blush when Luca compliments your hair, brushing his fingers over your cheekbone sinfully. It’s not fair, it's not fair! That should be him touching you like that!

Alan thinks his first years have some real potential. He’s glad you’re taking such good care of them, especially Sho. Actually...you seem quite attached to him. Alan briefly wonders if it’s his food truck, and that’s why you’re always eating food with him, but he realizes that that is very much not the case when he catches the two of you smiling and laughing on Vagastrom’s couch. Sho’s arm is slung over your shoulders and you’re leaning into him, smile never faltering. You’ve never looked at him like that.

Sho doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t know why you’re hanging around Leo so much. Of course, he knows he’s only saying this out of petty jealousy, since he’s been friends with Leo since forever, but doesn’t that give him the right to complain at least a little? What does Leo have that he doesn’t? Did you like his followers and fame? He tries his best to grit his teeth and focus on his food, but the sound of your laughter rings constantly in the back of his mind. This sucks.

Leo has never been so emotionally charged in his life. It’s embarrassing honestly, how you cling to Alan and bat your eyelashes at him like he’s actually worth your time. The captain isn’t smart, he isn’t sharp in the slightest and you’re acting like he’s your savior. It makes him want to gag every time he sees you two, your arm linked with his, a dusty blush on his cheeks as you squeeze him closer. Gross, he can’t believe you feel comfortable touching him like that in public. It totally doesn’t bother Leo at all!

Haru knows better than to get in Towa’s way, and frankly, he wouldn’t dare. You two are precious together. Whether you’re dating or not he doesn’t know, but Haru does know that out of everyone in Jabberwock, you are absolutely the closest with Towa. He’s happy to see his friend happy, really! That’s enough for him! He just wishes that you would respond to his texts as fast as you respond to Towa’s...

Towa is alarmed, first and foremost. The interloper? Do you like him? Is it romantic? Is he your soulmate? Oh, no...Dandelion, you can do so much better, he promises! Ren won’t be able to give you half the things Towa can offer you. He isn’t embarrassed to be by your side or shower you in affection or work hard for your sake! He’d do anything for you, and oh does he mean anything.

Ren thinks it’s disgusting. You’re enamored with Haru. He’s caught you two holding hands, quite literally skipping through the meadows with Peekaboo while he sits inside, hunched over his phone. He scoffs, tearing his eyes away from you and your shimmering smile, and tries to kick the sound of your laugh out of his mind. He is, unfortunately, unsuccessful. Ren throws his head back and groans, searching his brain for any reason why anyone would like that boundary breaking clown of a captain. He comes up with nothing. But then again, the list of reasons why you would like him is about the same, is it not?

Taiga isn’t bothered. He’s always unbothered, if you ask him. That’s why when he sees you fawning over Lulu, he doesn’t bat an eye. Yeah, he’s a pretty guy. If anything, you have good taste. He doesn’t want to be treated that way, though, least of all by you, because that would be such a headache and he doesn’t need to deal with you all the time...right. Right. This is how things should be, of course.

Romeo is infuriated. It’s unthinkable that you would choose to admire that bossy first year over him! He calls you into his office time and time again, bringing up meaningless tasks for you to complete and it should be an honor to serve him! However...the second your phone rings you snatch it up with pure glee on your face and excuse yourself, cooing Ritsu! into the receiver with so much affection it makes him sick. Who do you think you are!? Fico is not to be ignored!

Ritsu tries not to feel too upset, watching you with the captain. It’s ridiculous to think that someone who regularly blows off his work and insults him would catch your eye! Of course, he respects the captain...and he needs his signature so he can protect him if a case does arise...but at the end of the day, that has nothing to do with you! Ritsu does not know how to classify his emotions, so he simply stiffles them, having no need for soft squishy feelings. He needs to be sound and logical at all times, lest bias take him by storm.

Subaru’s heart aches. When did you start getting along so well with Zenji? When did he become your favorite person? Subaru thought you two were getting really close after he told you what his stigma was, and he was so happy to have someone who didn’t care about any of it. He was elated to have someone who wanted to be his friend, but ever since you’ve started to see Zenji that’s been taken away from him. He doesn’t like the stabs of jealousy that pierce his heart, it makes him feel evil, so won’t you come back and fix things if he looks at you with all the heartbreak he can muster? Won’t you come back to him?

Haku doesn’t mind, honestly. Sure, he might make a few comments about you and Subaru being close, and if you were perspective enough you could definitely pick up a bit of sadness from his words, but he’ll never be upfront about it. He’ll still tease you, flirt with you, say suggestive things just to get you wound up, but it’s not the same anymore. Not when you find your home at Subaru’s side, leaning into his during assemblies, leaving Haku’s side cold and empty.

Zenji thinks it’s beautiful, watching love bloom between you and Haku. It’s a new source of inspiration for him! You, and your beautiful eyes, your soft smiles, your bright laughter, and before he knows it his inspiration is only you. He feels guilty, confessing to Haku that he is finding so much creativity in you, and Haku is so easy and patient and kind to him. Zenji doesn’t think Haku gets it, but maybe he does. Maybe he does, and isn’t bringing it up for a reason. And so Zenji aches, showering you in compliments tenfold, being unable to hold all of his affection inside lest he burst.

Edward agrees that Rui is very helpful. You seem to praise him a lot, and such praise is deserved, even if Edward likes to act like he doesn’t recognize what Rui does around the dorm. It’s Rui who resets his YouTube password and fixes the WiFi when it’s down. It’s Rui who cleans up his room and makes those delicious drinks. And apparently, as you have been so kind to divulge to him, Rui is also very sweet to you, always giving you compliments and making you special drinks to suit your exact preferences. It’s interesting. Very interesting.

Rui playfully winces every time you shoot him down, saying that you’re spending time with Lyca today or that you’re eating lunch with Lyca or that Lyca invited you to go for a walk with him. Rui, to his credit, bites his tongue when you turn on your heel and leave him standing there. He loves the thrill of the chase, the allure of someone who plays hard to get, but he knows that isn’t what you are. You’re someone with romantic feelings for a guy that isn’t him.

Lyca is concerned, to say the least. Edward isn’t the type of man you should be hanging around! He’s old and dusty and a total flirt, which makes him all the more filthy in Lyca’s eyes. No, don’t hang off his every word with that smile of yours! Don’t praise him for being brave! Don’t help him to bed when he starts to cough, he’s faking it! Ugh, why don’t you ever listen to him anymore...? Lately that moth-eaten Casanova has been taking up all of your time, and Lyca really doesn’t like it...

Yuri’s brow is wrinkled with frustration that, for once, does not come from working his ass off for days on end. It comes from you, chattering away with Jiro and praising him for his accomplishments. It makes an ugly monster in Yuri’s stomach twist and he knows it’s jealousy, knows it’s bad for him and his research. He slams his hands on the table and commands that you leave in a fit of anger. You look startled, then upset, then you yell something back before storming from the room. He slumps down in his chair, head in his hand, and fights back the tears that follow.

Jiro doesn’t mind, honestly. He’s just there to help Yuri out wherever he can. It makes sense that you adore Yuri so much, he is really smart, just like you say. You tell him he’s pretty and Jiro watches Yuri fumble, cheeks turning pink. It makes Jiro smile, seeing Yuri so happy, even if he doesn’t quite understand why a small part of him feels upset. Maybe you should call him pretty too, and then that feeling will go away.

[uceyliyahh]

FRIENDS

Summary: “Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved,” After being in an abusive relationship Imani decided to close herself off until she gets drafted over to the Raw Brand bumping into her best friend Jimmy as she started to catch feelings for him, but will her heart let her fall for him?

Jimmy Uso x Imani Blackwood

word count: 3697

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

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FLASHBACK 4 Imani was busy training on the ropes, practicing new moves in preparation for her upcoming match in ROW. As she sprinted back and forth, she noticed Zilla entering the gym, a look of concern etched on her face. This sight made Imani pause her training, sensing that something was troubling her friend.

She noticed him reaching into his gym bag, and for a brief moment, it looked like he was pulling out a gun, sending a wave of fear through her. She called out his name, and he immediately froze in place.

"Zilla what's wrong?" Imani asked.

"It's Jordan for some reason he got people down here tryna get you I'm not going to let that happen," He said as she nodded her head.

Why is he acting this way? What could possibly be his reasoning? Is it really just because she chose not to return to him? After all, he was the one who manipulated and controlled her, particularly when she sought to pursue her dreams without him in the way.

Imani stepped out of the ring, her heart racing as she grabbed her phone. The messages from Jordan were alarming, filled with threats about how he would destroy her life if she didn't return to him.

J💔: Imani you got me fuck up yo' I will make sure your life is miserable if you don't come back home

J💔: I got my people up there at yo' job to get you back since you wanna keep playing with me and if you even think about finding a new nigga he'll be dead too

J💔: so stop playing and come home now I miss you and I miss us

Imani was taken aback by the messages she was reading from him, scoffing at his apparent confidence.

IMESSAGE 💬 Mani💫: fuck you Jordan I will never come back to you, you don't miss me nor our relationship you just miss having control over me J💔: stop being fucking stupid Mani them Samoan niggas won't save you Mani💫: I'm family so they will save me regardless of the matter because you wanna be stupid so how about you leave me tf alone J J💔: bitch I will fucking kill you goofy ass over any nigga don't matter who, but aight you just wait

Imani noticed Zilla entering the building, and their eyes met. She could see his gaze soften when he noticed the tears in her eyes. He quickly approached her and wrapped her in a warm, comforting hug.

"Hey, hey, everything is going to be okay Mani aight?" He reassured her.

"My people will protect you, you're family,"

Imani gazed up at him as she gave him a smile while continuing to hug each other.

FLASHBACK OVER

IMANI It's been a few weeks since I last spoke to or saw Jimmy. Our last interaction left a strong impression on me; he had me feeling completely overwhelmed, and it seemed like everything around us was affected by that moment. He reached out with a few texts and calls, but I found myself putting my phone on do not disturb, choosing to ignore them for now.

 It's surprising to see how much energy he has during intimacy. I didn't dwell on it much as I distanced myself from him and the situation we were in, feeling that it was fundamentally wrong. I kept it all to myself, not even confiding in his brother, knowing how he tends to react.

As I prepared for my match against Liv tonight, I couldn't help but feel the intensity of our ongoing rivalry. Standing in front of the mirror, I took a moment to admire my outfit, ensuring everything was just right for the competition ahead.

(Imani's Attire)

As I approached the door, I could hear a knock echoing through the room. When I opened it, I was greeted by Jey, dressed in his signature yeet outfit, with his glasses perched playfully on the back of his head.

As I closed the door, I noticed him standing there with his hands on his hips, and we shared a hug. It felt like I might be in a bit of trouble.

"What's up Joshua?" I asked him.

"Why haven't you been texting or calling Jimmy back Mani?"

Jimmy has already informed his brother about this situation, and now I feel trapped. With Jey aware of what's been going on between Jimmy and me, there's no escaping it. I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.

"I really feel lost about what he expects from me, Josh. I expressed to him how inappropriate this situation is, but he just ignored my concerns. I understand he's not satisfied with Trinity, but that doesn't give me the right to interfere in their relationship. That's just not who I am."

"I understand that, but why are you runnin from him?"

"I mentioned this during our family outing, Joshua. I'm trying to safeguard my heart, and I really need some time to heal."

"You know Jimmy isn't goin to hurt you Imani," I let out a heavy sigh, my fingers tangling in my hair as frustration washed over me. I never wanted things to unfold this way, yet every time he's near, it's as if a switch flips in my mind and body, drawing me in against my will. "I know, Joshua. I know he wouldn't but I'm not jumping into a whole bunch of shit I don't need that right now."

"Imani to the gorilla, Imani to the gorilla,"

I took that as my signal to wrap up our chat. I adjusted my outfit, making sure everything was in place, and tidied my hair as I moved toward the door. Just then, Jey spoke up.

"He mentioned that he'd like to see you later tonight." I paused, turning to look at him. "I'll consider it if I'm free," I replied before leaving my locker room and making my way toward the gorilla. I was uncertain about seeing him again; memories of what happened in that studio that day when he arrived flooded my mind.

The thought of it sends chills down my spine; he was overwhelming me, taking me in every possible way.

FLASHBACK - IMANI AND JIMMY AT THE STUDIO (SMUT WARNING)

Jimmy had his one leg up and one leg down combo hitting Imani's spot yanking her hair back to make her look up at him as he fucked her deeply.

"You love me mamas?" He grunted.

"Y-yes I love you and only you Jimmy...you know that..." she stammered softly gazing into his eyes.

"You gon' stop fucking runnin' from me and let me have you huh?"

Imani rolled her eyes in the back of her head biting the bottom of her lips feeling his dick gliding through her g-spot so well she couldn't even let out a simple "yes" all because he was fucking her so good.

It had her mind in a daze when she didn't respond to him he pounded her to the oblivion causing her to moan out his name loudly as his hips were slapping against her ass cheeks.

"Ouuu, fuckkkk."

"Answer me baby, you gon stop or what?"

"Yes, daddy, yes. Imma stop.." she cried out trying to press on his stomach to slow him down but he wasn't having it he let go of her hair while wrapping his hand around her neck thrusting his hips.

"You gon' stop doin what?" His hand tightened around her hips fucking her senselessly as she gasped.

"Imma stop runnin! daddyyy! Fuckk!" Her orgasm sent down a shock wave down her spine feeling her body shaking as her milky cream coated up his dick so well.

Jimmy look down at the sight of it seeing all of her milky cream all over him making that sticky sound as he pumped his dick deeper and deeper inside of her throwing his head back in pleasure. "Look at you mamas, making a mess on me. Such a good girl you're for me hm? You daddy's good girl?" He cooed at her.

"Yes, daddy. I'm your good girl..." Jimmy removed his hand around her neck as Imani collapsed on the sofa with her ass still in the air as he fucked her through it.

Talking his shit while he was in it as he was losing his himself within her as he was drilling her shit in rolling his eyes in the back of his head.

"This pussy feels so good mamas, so wet for me,"

The way his dick was sliding in and out of her and then him pushing it all the way in was a turn on for him as her moans were music to his ears.

"T-too m-much...J-Jimmy...too fucking much..."

"It's too much for you sweetheart? Well you gon' take this dick the way I want you to you hear me?" Jimmy growled while spanking her ass.

"Y-yess daddy.."

FLASHBACK OVER.

I would try to set those flashbacks aside and concentrate on what truly matters to me, which is my career. I don't want to stir up any more trouble than what's already there.

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After my match, I stepped into the shower to wash off the sweat and adrenaline. When I made my way back to the locker room and opened the door, I was surprised to find Jimmy inside, absorbed in his phone. He glanced up at me, and I could feel my eyes widen in surprise.

I barely had a moment to turn and leave when I felt his hand gripping the back of my throat, drawing me back into the locker room. My back pressed against him, and I caught a whiff of his favorite cologne, a scent I adore, as he held me close.

He leaned in close and murmured softly to me. "why haven't you been answering my calls and text messages?"

I felt a tightness in my throat as I looked into his deep, dark eyes. "I've been really busy, Jimmy, with my new singles album and all this wrestling stuff," I explained, as he stepped closer, his hand resting around my throat.

"Yeah, we've talked about it but you could've still answered the phone whenever I called you so were you really that busy?" He said.

Our faces were just a breath apart, my heart pounding wildly as I locked my gaze onto him.

"What I say about runnin' from me?"I remained silent, deliberately looking away as I turned my head. I was unsure of what he expected from me. I sensed his hand gently cradling my chin, guiding my gaze back to his eyes. This time, he tilted his head slightly, his tongue brushing over his lower lip.

"I-I'm not runnin'..." I said stumbling on my words as Jimmy shook his head. "Nah, I don't wanna hear none of that. Why do you keep playing with me Imani?" His voice lowered several octaves, making me feel small and vulnerable, prompting a pout to form on my lips as I looked up at him.

I continued to sulk as he laughed softly, gently holding my chin and drawing me nearer to him. "Fix yo' face baby,"

"I'm not runnin from you...I'm just scared,"

"Scared of what? I told you what it was with me and you keep playing."

"And I told you that you are with Trin and it's wrong as fuck to be doing this behind her back," I continued to sulk as he laughed softly, gently holding my chin and drawing me nearer to him. "I don't want her though, I want you Imani,"

"I'm tryna heal Jonathan..." He seemed surprised when I used his real name instead of the nickname, I usually called him. That's when he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"Why, you keep playing Mani?"

"Jonathan...I'm not playing I told you I'm tryna heal and focus on me right now," Jimmy smacked his lips while rolling his eyes at her.

"And I told you, you can do that while you're with me let me take care of you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, giving him a look that said I didn't have the time for this back-and-forth about his feelings for me. As he pulled me closer, I felt his hands on my hips, our noses almost touching. He kissed me softly, holding my gaze with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

"Why you keep fighting this? Instead of letting it happen?" He asked.

"Because I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't fall in love again especially not to someone that I'm close with," I said seeing him raise an eyebrow at me.

"I'm not like him though Imani," It brought a smile to my face to hear that from him. "How can I possibly know that? Hm? How can I possibly believe that you actually want me when you're dealing with Trin? I don't need all of this extra bullshit Jonathan," I was feeling really frustrated, but I didn't want to let it show. I knew how he could react, and I didn't want to deal with the consequences.

I sensed him lifting me by my thighs, guiding me toward the sofa. He settled down first, positioning me to straddle his lap and holding me securely in place.

"You really finna have me wait?"

I nodded my head, "if you can't wait for me then you not my person Jonathan simple as that I told you I need to heal I don't know how many times I gotta repeat myself to you," I find myself repeating myself, almost like a broken record, because it seems my message isn't getting through to him at all. I really don't want to rush into something that could end badly and leave me feeling foolish.

His hands glided down my shorts, gripping my cheeks with a firm touch as I lost myself in his alluring gaze. He leaned in closer for another kiss, the sight of him biting his bottom lip adding to the intensity of the moment.

"A'ight, I'll wait then if that's what you want mamas. What'chu doing tonight?" Jimmy said.

"Head to the studio like I always do why?"

"I'm tryna see what my best friend music sounds like in this album of hers," I couldn't help but laugh at him; he thinks he's being clever, but I have to admit, he does have a way with words that makes him quite charming.

"Well you can pull up if you want to, I'll leave the door unlock for you," I said.

"Oh well how nice of you sweetheart, but aight then."

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I was at the studio, just like I usually am, focused on my singles album and typing up some lyrics on my iPad. Suddenly, I heard the door open and there stood Jimmy, the man of the hour, with bags in his hands. It was such a thoughtful surprise—how did he know I was feeling hungry?

He smiled at me as he set the bags down on the empty table. I was so absorbed in my music that I didn't notice him at first. Then, he gently pushed my hair aside and planted a soft kiss on my neck, which made me turn my head to see him standing there.

"Hey, pretty baby. What'chu working on," he asked.

"I'm just typing up some lyrics right now, you bought food?" He gave a nod as he passed me a drink along with the bag containing my food, all the while keeping his attention on my work.

I noticed him settling into the sofa, making himself comfortable in the room. As I removed my headphones and stepped into the booth with my iPad, I could feel Jimmy's gaze on me.

As the guitar began to play softly in the background, I encouraged him to press the button. I put my headphones back on, leaving one ear uncovered so I could hear my voice as I sang the opening lyric.

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep

Jimmy took a seat in the chair I had just vacated, watching me perform a song and rap that he hadn't heard in years, not since our teenage days.

Tell me what I'm waitin' for, tell me what I'm waitin' for I know it's hard but we need each other Know it's hard but we need each other

I move mountains on my own, don't need nobody help Changed your mind when I changed my life, better start believin' in myself

And we all out lookin' for, lookin' for God so we never see it in ourself

Shit, divine intervention move in stealth It's hard to tell what the prayer compelled

I caught Jimmy's gaze as I rapped, noticing how he was really feeling the rhythm, which made me smile back at him.

You can find me dancin' in between the raindrops Tryna find a way to make the pain stop Overtime, on the graveyard

Got a nigga feeling brainwashed My instability's trademark Copy-written in all my decisions

This is not supposed to be a way of livin' Turned my temple down into a prison, shit

The lyrics resonated with me on a deeper level, especially when I noticed Jimmy gesturing for me to join him. As I removed my headphones and stepped out of the booth, the music still filled the air around us.

He stood tall, his hands gently gripping my waist, drawing me nearer until our faces were just inches apart, our noses brushing against each other.

"You're so talented, you know that mamas?" He said as I nodded my head while looking at him innocently.

"I know I am, what else can I not do?" I said confidently seeing a cocky smile on his face. "I don't know you tell me?"

I can't help but roll my eyes and chuckle as we continue to gaze at each other. Am I really going to be foolish enough to let this man ensnare me like this?

Was I really going to lower my defenses, even for a moment, for this man? Especially when he's involved with someone else at the moment? I've always felt that something was off from the very start, especially after that kiss we shared during the family outing.

 I'm wondering if being with him during my healing process is going to be effective. I initially wanted to go through this alone and concentrate on myself, but having Jimmy around makes it difficult for me to focus. It feels like my mind just won't let me do that.

Spendin' all my nights alone, waitin' for you to call me You're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep

Tell me what I'm waitin' for, tell me what I'm waitin' for I know it's hard but we need each other Know it's hard but we need each other

"You gon keep fighting this? Or let me love you correctly?"

"Jonathan..." I whined.

"Nah, how long you gon keep me waiting mamas? I understand you need to heal and shit but I can help you with that,"

Yeah, back on Vincent with the braces on Used to slide out the back without the neighbors knowin'

I wasn't sure how long I would keep him waiting to come in. I just needed a little more time; I wanted to be certain that I was truly ready.

"Jonathan, please don't pressure me about this."

Pose for the picture with the pearly whites Dead lens zoomin' in, catchin' all my strikes Used to trade Jordan for some molly And she gave me all I need for the night, forties suffice

"I'm not, I just want to know how long you gon keep me waiting for you just to let me love you correctly baby that's all." Jimmy said.

Morally alright, but I need some advice And I know that I'm actin' foolish

Chris would pick me up around noon-ish Half a blunt, yeah, we coolin' Twist it up, puttin' on OutKast Hunnid, Texas heat, and yeah, we cruisin'

I could tell he was truly sincere about this, especially considering my current situation and what I'm experiencing. I felt it was important to provide him with a response.

"Give me three weeks is that fine with you? I need time Jimmy, what I went through with him I wouldn't wish that on nobody," I said.

"A'ight, three weeks it is then. And no runnin' this time around you hear me? I want to love you correctly mamas," His captivating gaze had a way of stirring something within me each time he looked down at me.

Jimmy pressed his lips against mine, and without hesitation, I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. This time, I didn't want to resist. The kiss was passionate and lingering as he lifted me by my thighs and carried me to the sofa.

But when I love you right, I love you right All by yourself

As he positioned himself between my legs, I wrapped them around his waist, and our lips remained locked together. The way he kissed me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

But I'll make it bright, baby, I want you to know I'ma be there for you, I'ma make you see that I want you, I want you

The lyrics resonated with me on a deeper level, reflecting the connection that Jimmy and I share at this moment. It made me question whether I truly wanted to pursue this with him. Did I genuinely want him in my life?

Deep within my heart and soul, I truly yearned to share this moment with him. As Jimmy pulled away from the kiss, he gazed down at me.

"You, gon let me do this? Or you gon keep fighting me?" He asked.

I gently cupped his cheeks with my small hands and shook my head.

"I don't wanna keep fighting you...I just want you here with me." I said softly.

"Then lemme' have you fuck the three weeks I want you now and forever,"

I leaned in closer, pressing my lips against his as he wrapped his arms around my waist, our bodies coming together and sharing the warmth that enveloped us.

Could I let him in?

FRIENDS

A/n: phew the tension between the two is very strong and high but after those three weeks are up do you think Imani will let her heart let him in or will she run away like always or will her best friend tell her that she should let new things come into her life?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

3.

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Jerk Ford AU: Fiddleford and his McGucklings

Other Posts about Fiddleford: [0], [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

In Dimension-PJC311, or Jerk Ford's dimension, Dr. Fiddleford Hadron McGucket never glimpsed into the Nightmare Realm because Stanley was there acting as a safety during the portal test. He left shortly afterwards anyway, because he was sick of Jerk Ford's behaviour.

Going back home in Palo Alto to his wife and son, and using the knowledge he gained during the year of building the portal with Jerk Ford, he became his worlds version of Steve Jobs; a multibillionaire leading the tech industry. He and Emma-May had three more children over the years as well.

Around a decade ago, when their youngest was starting school, Fiddleford retired and left his company to his second oldest, as his oldest son Tate was not interested and wanted a more simple life.

The residents of Gravity Falls amusingly refer to Fiddlefords children as "(The) McGucklings".

Tate has not changed from canon much except he has a good relationship with Fiddleford (and his family as a whole). He is still a ranger at Lake Gravity Falls, running the fishing lodge. He is good friends with Thomas "Tad" Strange and his husband Fire Chief Doppelgänger.

His full name is Tater Dixon McGucket.

The second oldest is kind of like Shermie in the sense that they are never seen and only offhandedly acknowledged to even exist, and exclusively referred to as "Dos"; people assumed that it was because dos means two in Spanish, then it turned out that Dos' full first name was Dosido (as in Do-si-do). They are the current CEO of Fiddlefords company, which was rebranded from "Fiddleford Computermajigs" to "McGucket Labs".

Their(?) full name is Dosido Boson McGucket

The third oldest is none other than Melody. Being only 12 when her family moved to Gravity Falls from California, she was not a happy camper to go from an exciting fast-paced life to a quiet and sleepy one. That was until she meet Soos Ramirez when they were both enrolled in Gravity Falls Middle School, and he taught her that you don't need to live anywhere glamorous to enjoy excitement and whimsy. Unfortunately, Fiddleford is extremely protective of her, even as an adult, and he tends to act aggressive towards Soos even when his longtime friend, and Soos' father, Stanley Pines, tells him to back off.

Currently, Melody still lives in her families home but she is an IT student who attends a satellite campus of the Oregon Institute of Technology.

Her full name is Melody May McGucket.

The youngest is Lee, who in canon is part of Wendy's friend group. The baby of the family, he is very excitable but can sometimes try too hard to prove that just because he's the youngest doesn't mean he can't be responsible (he often fails). He and his best friend Nate often bother his older brother Tate in his place of work. And like Fiddleford, he has the tendency to be hostile towards Soos because of his relationship with Melody (but not nearly as much). So what if he's younger, that's still his sister!

Lee's blond hair is not dyed; Fiddleford and Melody's hair started out as bright blonde but progressively got darker as they grew up, and Lee is projected to not be any different.

His full name is Leeland* Fermion McGucket

*There is a high possibility that Lee was named in honour of Stanley, who despite everything is and has been really good friends with Fiddleford since college.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

PLZ DO A SEQUAL TO YANDERE DESTINED ONE

PLZ PLZ PLZ

(Only if u want to ofcs Marry Chrismas and happy holidays!)

first part

You could only see red around you. They say it was a lucky color, and it was normal to adorn every surface of everything with that, and you truly wanted to believe that even. But you didn't, and that color just reminded you of how unlucky you were.

You used to wonder about your wedding., when you were small, dreaming of a white dress, not a red one, and you wondered of your future lover, waiting for you at the aisle. You dreamed of people being happy for you, coming to celebrate your magic day, a hope for your love story.

Instead you were there, drenched in a red that meant nothing to you, lonely without a single member of your family, with a collar on your neck and him.

He was your friend….you believed that…. You believe in him... Instead, he forced you there, with him, forcing you to coronate his dream that you never wanted to be a part of. For months they tried to train you in remembering every aspect of the ceremony for this big day, every detail, every passage, and instead you kept on begging him to let you go, to remove the circlet.

He ignored it, pleading for you to just stop it, that it was better like this… Then he used the circlet. In those moments, acute pains started to make your body contort in agony, not enough to kill you but enough to make you behave. And you begged him to stop, and the monkey ignored your cries, at least if you promised to do what you needed to do.

For months the pain kept going on, and you learned the ceremony to the core. You didn't even try again to feign ignorance; the pain that the circlet was a good lesson in those cases. You tried to run, and he caught you every time, like his brothers and sisters. They had enough love for him to snatch you up; even the young ones had that kind of devotion towards him.

Maybe they believed the same as him, that you needed to stay there as his queen... The new king needed one after all.

You just stopped to fight, letting everything happen…After all, it wasn't like someone cared to rescue you…

You were alone.

"…It's bad luck seeing the bride before the ceremony…."

His figure appeared in the mirror in front of you; his silent step came into your chamber, alongside that look of him. He didn't look happy or angry… instead, he had that sad expression on his face, the one that he had when something was on his mind.

How much you hated how you could read his state of mind now.

"…We're ready to begin… My sisters would like to tie the red string in your hair…since…you know…"

"…Yeah, I know why…"

He looked at the door; it was everything he needed to say to you, but he hesitated. He looked back at you, your eyes glued to the vanity in front of you, admiring the excellent job that his eldest had done to you. You were perfect, radiant.

Maidens, celestials, immortals—everyone shadowed in your presence, but your eyes were the only thing that refused to shine. Those are the eyes that he wanted so desperately to protect and hold with him, wanted so desperately to run away. And he knew who was the cause of it.

"…I know that…This is not what you planned… But believe me, he said, finally facing you, "believe that I only want the best!"

"Um…like putting me the circlet?" Your words must have moved him somehow, because he did look confused.

"Y/n, I…" He stopped again; your eyes didn't even care to lay on him.

"…Don't be late." And so, he exited the room.

The click of the door, the sound of the lock set again to prevent you from getting out of the room… You raised your eyes, admiring that you were indeed beautiful in that color.

In a fit of rage, you screamed, launching the mirror away from the vanity.

///

The room was utterly silent; everyone was too excited to speak over the grand ceremony. Monkeys never used the concept of marriage; they only took the one they wanted, and that's it, but Yuán fèn insisted on doing it.

He explained that it was to celebrate in a more solemn way, in the human way, to make you feel more connected, but you knew it was just to force you more in that role.

Your eyes fixed on the small cup that he has sipped before you, the exchange of the wine from the same one was a symbol of the unity of the goods in some way…

They were now putting a small stray of your and his hair in a small red sack, bound by the red ribbon that was before on your head. Another tradition, the union of heart and soul… But you were so far away from that, and everybody knew that.

Your eyes fixed now on the scissors on the table, shining in the light… there was still some wine there; maybe, if you were fast enough, you could at least reach it… Maybe you could still-

A small cough from the elder that was celebrating the function.

"My lady..."

The cranky voice took you back from this… and you gulped the wine. You couldn't get out of it; there was no way to do it, and, deep down…you didn't even have the strength to do it. You were tired…tired of fighting, to resist... tired, that's all.

His hand holds yours, with a delicate touch that feels almost like he knows how broken you are and is afraid to do more damage.

The exchange of the vows…It wasn't so different from the one in your world, a small similarity…empty words.

"No matter death or life, near or far, we pledged our word: Hold your hand and grow old with you together."

His words echoed in the room; his faithful eyes looked at you with that desperation and love that made you sick by now. His hands gave you a small squeeze, faring your esitation.

You looked back at the gathering of the people of the mountain…faces that you knew in these months, that you cared for months…but no one that you really wanted. There wasn't your mother, crying for her girl, your father proud and barely holding together, your friends that would giggle. …you were alone…

You would be utterly alone forever.

Your eyes watered, sighing in desperation. Another squeeze, stronger this time.

Just say those words.

"No matter...no matter the—"

The scream of an eagle roared in the sky above you, above the red fabrics and the trees. The sound of powerful wings followed a mighty wind that shook the place like a storm, alongside the howling of a dog.

Something black like the night launched itself towards Yuán fèn, starting to attack like its life depended on it. A dog…wait…you knew that dog?!

"X-Xiaotian?!"

You couldn't believe your eyes; the celestial hound was now attacking Yuán Fèn with such vigor and ferocious intent that made you make mistakes. It's for a wolf!

Yuán Fèn tried to cover himself from the mawls of the canine, screaming in pain when his paws scratched the unprotected part of his body. He was able to free one of his arms, launching away the hound, only for it to suddenly jump again on its feet and run in front of you, barking and growling.

Xiaotian was protecting you… Why? It was—

The roaring of the eagle screamed again in the sky, and, while noticing a shadow over your head, you finally raised your gaze. There was no Eagle, but two piercing eyes, a white vest, and a sharp blade that collided with the ground, causing a wave that made everyone fall.

Yuán Fèn, holding his bloody face, finally stood up and realized who interrupted his wedding.

The piercing eyes of the Sacres divinità looked at him with hate and disdain; he freed his weapon from the ground, pointing it towards the monkey, shielding you with himself.

"I don't know what made you loosen your mind, Destined One, but," his baritone voice rumbled, "I won't allow this cruelty to go on.

"E…Erlang Shen?" You voiced your surprise, looking in surprise at him. He allowed himself to Look at you, smiling gently.

"Forgive the late hour, Y/n…I was delayed … But I'm here now."

You couldn't believe what you were seeing; you felt only your heart beating like a drum.

Erlang Shen came…He came for you… You weren't alone.

You couldn't hold a tear in your eye, feeling finally an inch of hope come back to you. You cleaned your face from it; it wasn't over yet.

Yuán Fèn looked at him ,gnashing his teeths at the sight of the Immortal in front of him.

Why! Why did he have to come?!

He thought that he had ALREADY dealt with him; why did he have to come back?!

Why did he have to come now, running this festive day?!

Why couldn't he just give up on you?! Why did he have to fight again against him?!

He summoned the Jingubang staff, pointing it against Erlang Shen, trying to control the urge to smash his head.

"Y/n, come here." His voice was firm, but there was an undertone of anger in it.

You felt a shock; your body started to tremble, feeling what strength Erlang brought to you leaving your body. You gulped, your eyes darting between the two immortals, conflicted about staying behind the newcomer or just doing what you were told.

"Y/n! Come!" His voice, now more authoritarian, made you jump from the fear.

Erlang could not ignore this iteration. You were trembling, divided between following that order or keeping standing behind the man. Then he noticed something else, something that made his blood boil.

A golden glimos on your neck.

Then, his eyes fell on the Destined One, noticing his finger starting to rise in a certain position.

They told him that he could have used that object to avoid every attempt of escape by you, but he didn't want to believe it. He hopes that, from the new king of the monkeys, they would be Just a rumor or disinformation.

Instead he had done something that the same Sun Wukong would find despicable and without remorse.

"For someone that would know about that circlet," his voice, a thunderous whisper, "you sure had some NERVE to use it on her!"

"…I'm not proud of myself," she said about what once you believed was your friend, "but my feelings are true… and I refuse to give up on her."

His venomous voice came to you like a death sentence, you grasped, making a few steps back, while the dog kept on staying in front of you, guarding you alongside his master.

"Stand aside, Erlang Shen. I defeat you once; I can do it again."

Erlang scoffed, emitting from his chest a small chuckle, amused by the words of his opponent, the one that he had contributed to setting on that throne, the one he held, he could change everything.

"Oh, Destined One, you're forgetting two important details…"

They started to move, Yuán Fèn searching for an opening towards you and Erlang Shen keeping standing on guard.

"First, last time I fought believing you could defeat me…hoping it even…now this…" He moved his hand towards you. "Is personal… and…"

The temperature... why was it so hot?

"I'm not alone."

A series of flames started to appear in thin air, xircolating around you and the hound, that wagged his tails for greetingnthe newcomer, the ally that Erlang Shen relied on. Yuán Fèn had to cover his face, the hate so high that he felt his skin burn only from it, his fur starting to emanate that unique smell.

You, besides, could only feel a hearing sensation on you, like a summer day. What you felt was the feeling of two hands holding you in a pair of thin arms.

Red eyes like fire, like the long silk strand that surrounded you both. The smells of Lotus radiated in the air, the sound of metal circles that moved fast as the wind.

"Nezha!"

The third prince looked at you, sighing.

"Why do you have to get into this kind of trouble, huh?"

Yuán Fèn couldn't believe his eyes… Why were they there?! Why Nezha was there?! He growled again, marching towards you, only to be stopped by the first comer.

"This dispute is between us, oh young sage."

You looked at him, fearing for his life. Last time…Last time was different, yes, but now Yuán Fèn was stronger…stronger like Sun Wukong!

Erlang must have felt your worries, his gentle gaze having fallen on you.

"Trust me, Y/n… I'll set things right."

Before you could say or do anything, Nezha, with you in his arms, and Xiaotian were ALREADY moving on a fire wave, escaping the other monkeys, with the scream of the Destined One behind you.

///

Swirling snowflakes danced in the sky; the only sound was the howling of the wind and the hand of the third prince that tried to open the circlet.

"Ugh…Can't do," he sighed in defeat. "Only a Buddha can remove it… Well, we just need to wait for Maitreya…"

Honestly, you couldn't care less about the circlet right now; your brain was still processing the fact that…you escaped. The two immortals came to your rescue…they came… You weren't forgotten…

The tongue of the hound on your cheek made you wake up from your thoughts, laughing for its effusion. Of course he had missed you, as you did too!

Nezha smiled a little, still concerned for your well-being, while, on the Mountain Path, your savior was coming back from the fight, hoping to set things right this time.

@thepoweroffiction @angryvampire @the-little-devils-chaos

@sleepingdramaqueen @nerium-lil

@ibelieveinfairytales606 @freeflowhighway @crosspunzel @mymultiverseofmadness @twisting-echo @crimsonflameproxy @phoenixeclipse-lmkau @miifu666

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Accidentally Popular Headcanons: Part One

I decided to share headcanons for all my current ideas from my pinned:

List of Ideas/AUs.

Starting with Accidentally Popular since it was my first idea on here, I wanted to show it love! Yes, I will be going down my list alphabetically.

• As mentioned in the original idea post, Noah has learned to be less blunt due to his work as Chris's assistant and the unpaid and untitled production assistant. He constantly has to communicate with people, and he learned fast that being as blunt and sarcastic as he usually was was not helpful. This also helped him be more considerate when the staff or interns were having problems.

This whole experience was basically social skills training for him because in every au of mine, Noah had high functioning autism.

• Also, because of working for Chris for two years now, Noah's physique has changed from lanky to lithe. The amount of lifting, walking, occasionally running, and animal wrangling had him gaining muscle. But also Chris and Chef taking Noah out to eat a lot has helped him gain weight.

• He's still lazy, though. Of it was a choice to do something active or laze around. He will absolutely choose to laze.

• The interns and crew all respect him, even the older ones. He treats them like actual human beings, and they are endeared by him. Even with all the snark and sarcasm.

• They are also very protective of him.

• He implemented a new saying at work, completely on accident, but now everyone uses it to talk through things. It's: "I recognize and acknowledge that you're upset, I just don't understand why?"

HR bought him a cake because this helped stop arguments and bigger problems from happening.

• He has an IQ of 180 and an eidetic memory (Traits based off Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. Y'all lucky. I almost made him OP and have Peter Parker's IQ of 250.)

• Chris introduces Noah to new people and says, "And this is my personal assistant Noah," which is the equivalent of a parent introducing their kid like "and this is my kid, Noah."

• Noah is called Boss by everyone, but when he's not around, he's called McLean Jr. or Baby McLean, especially when he ditches the sweater vest and is just in his button-up and undershirt.

• When the filming for the new season starts and the interns are already losing stuff and things are only on schedule because Noah emailed everyone an itinerary before he was "fired", Chris had to pull out the big guns. He told the crew and interns, if he saw them making mistakes or anything like that, "Noah would be very disappointed in you." And he laughs every time it works.

That is until Chef said it to him, and he immediately felt guilty about what he was doing. How dare his husband use his words against him!?

• Noah calculated how long things would fall apart without him once the season started and how long it would take before the producers and execs were begging for him to come back. He also calculated exactly when he should get himself eliminated so the producers and execs could get a feel of the dumpster fire that was their company without him and hopefully his efforts would get him a raise included with new pay and a title change to production assistant officially.

• As said before, Noah thought he would stick to Team E-Scope and Owen as his friends in the competition, but accidentally became friends with almost everyone on the plane. Which ends up messing with Alejandro's game and strategy. But he saw how popular Noah was and decided the best course of action was to become his friend until the time came to get rid of him.

• Alejandro and Heather fully believe Noah is just playing the game and creating alliances left and right.

• Noah is just accidentally clicking with people and solving problems. His whole job was literally solving problems or being prepared before problems happened. He sees a problem and, on reflex, has to solve it. Even if it's an emotional problem!

Like Tyler being said that Lindsay forgot him and how each time he failed to get her attention or for her to remember him, the more it hurt. He didn't really have advice, but he listened, and Tyler really appreciated that. Noah listened because the situation made him think of his sister Nadia, who had been seeing a guy, and she really liked him, and then out of nowhere, the guy ghosted her. Turns out they guy had a girlfriend and she had been close to finding out he was cheating (she found out anyway because eleven year old Noah let her know.) The situations were very different but similar enough that it caught Noah's attention so he sat to listen. Noah also may have out loud theorized that she was acting (she is), and thankfully, the cameras weren't on when he did because they were under contract not to reveal any deals they had with the show or talk about them in any way on camera.

Of course, Tyler believes him about Lindsay acting because Noah is the smartest guy he knows. This makes him feel loads better, and he still tries to get Lindsay's attention and memory on him, but now he's playing it up. If his girl can act her heart out, he can, too!

Also, when he doesn't understand something, he asks Noah. His new bro is teaching him so much!

• Noah connects with Bridgette because she was having a rough day of missing Geoff (when she wasn't being flirted with by Alejandro), and her expression just reminded Noah so much of his older sister Neelima and an intern names Stacy. Both of which are in long-distance relationships. He remembered the advice Neelima gave to him when he complained one night about how sad Stacy was about being long-distance and how it was affecting work. Neelima suggested he give Stacy the idea of writing letters to her girlfriend. Neelima swore it helped with her and her boyfriend and that there was just something about physically writing a letter and sending it out and getting one in return.

So Noah suggested this again to Bridgette and awkwardly added, "You can't send them now, but think of how happy Geoff will be when you give him a stack of letters when you see him next."

She's so excited that she gets started right away. Somehow, this idea led to her not being taken in by Alejandro. Instead, she gushes about Geoff to him and how they'd get along so well.

Alejandro counts this as another moment of Noah thwarting his plans.

That clever minx!

• This happens with basically the whole cast except Harold and Sierra.

• The crew and interns don't help Noah cheat by any means, but they do slip him little luxuries. Like how he gets extra blankets in first class that are weighted or heated. The extensive library in first class was Chris's idea. Somehow, his food is better than everyone else's, but not that they notice. Chef purposefully makes it look unappealing like the rest. In economy class, he somehow always ends up with the most comfortable pillow. (Yes, economy gets the single luxury of lumpy pillows... except Noah.

For stunts, Noah always ends up safe and relatively scratch or bruise free.

Little things that others don't notice.

• Noah regularly falls asleep in the cockpit with Chef. It's one of the only places that is quiet enough and one of the only places he feels safe enough to fall asleep without worrying about the show.

• Noah's still a snarky asshole but once he accidentally befriends everyone, they're like, "Yeah, but he's my/our snarky asshole."

• Owen is happy his little buddy is making more friends, but Eva and Izzy are a little jealous. Not that they'd ever admit it, though.

• Chris accidentally called Noah son during a challenge, and it's basically that one BB9 scene but reverse. (Noah gives me Kevin vibes funny enough.)

• Noah does help DJ with his curse in this au like a couple others, but while those started out as schemes, this one is genuine because DJ being so superstitious reminds Noah of his sister Nadia. He gives him the salt cleansing and the Araignan Kayiru (black thread) to which DJ is eternally grateful.

Heather and Alejandro curse at another pawn being taken from them. All the while, DJ now is very protective of Noah and starts to see him as a little brother. The two bond over their love of their family, and DJ can't wait to introduce Noah more formally to his mama.

Next

[stranger-eelio]

mlvns arguments are always so weak lmao

anyway, byler's version ❤️

s1: Mike literally helps save Will's life. He never gives up on him, as soon as he heard his voice on the radio, he knew it was him, and he literally saw his "body" be pull out of the water.

s2: Mike stood by Will during a literal interdimensional possesion. He was the only one of his friends to notice something was off ("he's quiet today") He again helps save his life, "it was the best thing I've ever done" 💕

s3: things get tricky, Mike's being a little shit lmao he's dealing with stuff. They fight, he hurts Will's feelings. Then proceeds to bike all across town on the pouring rain to apologize. He doesn't go after El after they break up, we just see him complaining (and burping lmao)

s4: he's being weird, not hugging Will etc. They fight at Rink o Mania, then later Mike apologizes to Will, tells him Hawkins, his HOME, it's not the same without him. And at the end, he reassures Will, saying that they'll kill Vecna.

as for mlvn:

s1: he takes her in, teaches her stuff. It's actually very sweet, up until they kiss in my opinion lmao girl had literally just learned what pudding was

s2: He calls her everyday sure, but doesn't move a muscle to try to find her.

s3: He tried to protect her, I guess? But so did Max. And Max actually did a way better job at helping her emotionally, about findinh out what she likes for herself etc

s4: "what have you done?" "she doesn't look fine" "you're being ridiculous" etc. he loves her for who she is???? he doesn't say anything about who she really is, he only talks about her powers. "you're my superhero" "you can fly, you can move mountains" ok lmao. they then proceed to not talk for the rest of the episode

“girl had literally just learned what pudding was” SO TRUE BABES

so now that we have the complete argument [except that the mileven did not provide an anti-byler argument, only a pro-milkvan one but whatever] when you hear will say ‘el needs you, mike. and she always will’ in the van, who do you think will is really talking about? and most importantly, who do the duffers want you to think he’s talking about? who have the duffers shown to actually need mike? to have always needed mike?

el fights her own battles. she doesn’t need mike. will does.

[welphelpmelt]

Tu es manques de mon ame

Danny knew that it was rare for a ghost to have two obsessions— even rarer to have three. Ghosts usually dedicate their undead lives to their first obsession and rarely have time for anything else. But really, it should not have been a surprise when he formed a third obsession— one still related to his first but still so different.

Before his death, Danny was always protective over those he deemed his, whether they were his friends or family. He always wanted to make sure they were protected, and while they didn’t understand it, they allowed him to do as he pleased. When Danny died, he died hoping and praying that Sam and Tucker were okay— that the portal didn’t end up exploding or sucking them into it— that they didn’t die because of his stupidity. After becoming a half-ghost, his protectiveness increased tenfold. And Danny? The poor boy was so confused about why he was suddenly more protective over people after his little “accident.”

It was only after a visit to Frostbite— after the fight with Dark Pariah— that he got a rundown on ghost biology and understood that it was his obsession. And not only did he have one, but two.

After that, Danny learned that, yes, his interest in space had turned into an obsession when he died, but he just didn't notice because he had been flying off into space in his free time, therefore satisfying and feeding his obsession. It turned out that to satisfy and feed his protection obsession, he just needed to protect the people around him. As Phantom, that wasn’t a problem, but as Danny? He had to find a more subtle way to do it. Convincing Jazz and Tucker to wear a tracker wasn’t that hard— what was hard was convincing Sam to wear one. She eventually caved once Danny started sulking for a week straight and almost got hit by a car while doing it.

Danny was happy. He got into Gotham University for aerospace engineering and had a part-time job at an old mechanic shop. His sister was in Metropolis getting a degree in psychology, and Tucker and Sam were together in New York— Tucker studying software engineering and information technology, and Sam studying botany.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on his side on a random Wednesday when he missed his alarm. He ran into the nearest coffee shop, but thanks to his fantastic luck, he bumped into someone the moment he entered. And his core fucking purrs at the sight of the guy. He looks tired, on the verge of death, but oh so pretty. Danny could see the hidden muscles that the well-fitting suit concealed. He could feel his core reaching out, trying to connect with this poor guy, and Danny had to physically hold himself back from reaching out while simultaneously wrangling in his core.

After apologies and a coffee date, Danny learned the guy's name and a bunch of other stuff about Tim. They enjoyed it so much that they scheduled another date, which turned into another, and it wasn’t long before they were in a loving relationship.

Danny was worried. When he met Tim, he was immediately obsessed, and when they started dating, it got even worse. He wanted Tim all to himself. He wanted Tim happy. He wanted Tim safe. He wanted to be there when he laughed and cried. He wanted to be with him during his failures and successes. He wanted so much of Tim, he knew it was unhealthy.

So Danny did the only thing that made sense— he acted normal. He held back all those urges and pretended he wasn’t an obsessed freak who wanted to love Tim like there was no tomorrow. He toned it down to what humans would call normal— no human would ever love someone so obsessively and devotedly. That is only something a ghost would do. He was kind, patient, respectful, and understanding.

After a few months, Danny knew that he had to figure out what was wrong with him. After a quick visit to Frostbite, Danny learned that he had a love obsession. According to Frostbite, a love obsession occurs when he finds a partner who his core approves of. It is as simple as that, and Danny was confused but even more worried.

Danny had seen what a love obsession does to you. Just look at Vlad! He was insane! And one of Danny’s worst fears was turning into that. He had seen what Vlad’s obsession had done to his mom— she was cordial at best and downright disgusted at worst, truly only tolerating him for his dad’s sake.

After consulting with Frostbite, Danny learned that since his obsession wasn’t fully formed, he had time to stop it from fully maturing. The only way to do that was to isolate himself from the object of his obsession for about three to six months.

Which was easier said than done.

Because Danny loved Tim.

To Danny, it wasn’t even an option to not love him. After all, what wasn’t there to love about Tim? Tim was smart, passionate, and intelligent— everything to Danny. To stay away from him for six months, when being away from him for even thirty minutes felt like his core was being ripped out, would be absolute torture.

But it would be worth it if it meant that Tim would be okay. He didn’t want to become Vlad. He didn’t want Tim to treat him like his mom treated Vlad.

So instead of asking for a little bit of time away from Tim, Danny decided that the best course of action was to break up with Tim.

Hopefully, on a bad note— so bad that Tim hated him so much that Danny’s core would give up and move on. Liar, a voice hissed. You know your core will break if that happens.

Or maybe they would end on a neutral note, and Tim would move on and find someone better— someone who wasn’t a ghost, someone who could love Tim normally as he deserved— which made Danny’s core ache.

But it was okay.

Because it was for Tim.

(Tu es manques de mon ame = You are missing from my soul)

Do i do part two? who knows

[detta-pica]

can i maybe please please please get a snippet of the witches au🙏🏼🥺🙏🏼🥺

Absolutely! I also made this 🥺 face when I read your ask. It's so surreal to me that anyone other than me misses this AU. Thank you for letting me know it's not forgotten ❤️ (I swear I will be back with this series. I have some 60k words written and unpublished.)

Sorry I made you wait until WIP Wednesday, but I don't have that many shareable snippets left, so I need to be conservative with them!

“I’ve spoken with Higuruma--” “Must you talk about other men while we’re in bed?” Because Suguru is one in a million and actually enjoys Satoru’s sense of humour, he snickers, shifts to look at Satoru, and gives him a fond pat on the cheek. “Have some faith. I’m not self-destructive enough to be interested in a lawyer.” The post-nut giggles are hitting them hard today. Satoru curls in close to better breathe in the scent of Suguru’s hair as he laughs. They both know Suguru is more than self-destructive enough for an ill-advised relationship. And also that he absolutely can’t stand most people’s close proximity, so if he ever wants to cheat on Satoru, it’ll have to be phone sex or something. Does it mean that Satoru is immune to jealousy when Suguru pays too much attention to other people? Nope! But he gets to be playful about it instead of murderous. “Okay.” Satoru clears his throat. “What did you and your handsome friend with a prestigious job talk about?” Suguru leans in close until the tips of their noses are touching. “He’s too boring for me, Satoru. As evidenced by the fact that he’s agreed to help me review all cases involving homicide or criminal injury from the last five years caused by unusual or unexplained cuts.” Satoru nods, mostly to rub his nose against Suguru’s. “So boring. Why do you want to do it?” “To get more context regarding [REDACTED]’s activity. I’ve told you, there are so many rumours about this guy. I want to know how many of them are real. The stunt he pulled at the conference makes me think he’s no stranger to avoiding the law.” “That’s smart, but way more work than I’d prefer to put in.” Satoru lets his eyes slip shut. Maybe he can get away with a nap before he has to go back to his own research. “I’m not just doing it for you. I feel like I need ammunition against [REDACTED].” A witch’s intuition is a formidable tool. If that’s how Suguru feels, he should absolutely go with it. “Let me know if I can help.” “Higuruma’s going to pull some string to get the case files. If that fails, my next best bet is you.” Satoru turns his face into the pillow with a noise of disapproval. “Stop talking about him and pet me.” Suguru laughs at him, but his hand does end up in Satoru’s hair, so he’s forgiven. Probably, Satoru would forgive him if he committed the worst crimes. Does Suguru know all he has to do to gain the protection of the strongest witch is scratch at Satoru’s scalp for a bit? If he doesn’t, it should stay that way.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemi and kyojuro had never been particularly close. their personalities clashed, most of the time, and kyojuro had annoyed sanemi since the very beginning. that didn't mean he was a complete deterrent, however, and one time sanemi allowed himself to be invited to the rengoku household after one of his and kyojuro's joint missions. during his visit, sanemi had been introduced to senjuro; kyojuro's younger brother.

senjuro was a very kind child. he seemed quite patient, and a lot quieter than kyojuro. there was something comforting in his smile, and sanemi found himself warming up to senjuro. in a way, senjuro reminded sanemi of himself when he was younger—although they had many differences. either way, he and senjuro got acquainted and—dare say—became something like friends. enough so that sanemi offered his address to senjuro, in case he wanted to send letters.

although he hadn't been expecting to hear from senjuro again (that's how it tended to go, being a hashira in the demon slayer corps), sanemi ended up getting monthly—and sometimes weekly—check-ins from senjuro, along with some day-to-day updates, and food that senjuro had made (sanemi ended up finishing it rather quickly—it was really good). it was nice, being able to hear how senjuro was doing well and the little things he did. sanemi had to admit, it gave him a break from the dull, tedious work of being a demon slayer. and it made him happy (even if he wouldn't concede to it) to hear from people second-handedly exposed to demons that they could still live normal lives.

something sanemi figured out, after a couple letters, was that shinjuro—senjuro and kyojuro's father—was a less than competent father. though sanemi couldn't write back (he'd made sure to clarify this to senjuro, and assured him that he would be reading each and every letter, sometimes even sending back ohagi just so senjuro knew he was getting the letters), he was able to piece together that shinjuro wasn't really there for senjuro. it honestly didn't surprise him as much as it could've, given that sanemi had overheard kyojuro speaking about his father every now and then. though kyojuro seemed to look up to shinjuro, there was always a certain edge of concern and something hard to place to his voice. the clues senjuro unintentionally dropped were enough to confirm sanemi's suspicions.

sanemi was well versed in having a shitty father. his clearest memories of his childhood were the times spent terrified that his siblings, or his mother would be hurt. he remembered being dismissive of himself, because he knew that he was strong enough to protect himself, but he didn't know if he was strong enough to protect his siblings. senjuro's situation was different—being alone with his father most of the time, and standing as the youngest child. but that didn't change the fact that he was under his own care, and that kyojuro, being absent from home, could only do so much to help. therefore, sanemi began to decide it was his job to step in, one way or another.

given his duties as a hashira, there was little time for sanemi to actually do anything. he truly did want to help, and he often scoured his schedules for time in between, but it was hard to find much, since many missions were given to him with hardly any notice in advance. demons were unpredictable, so sanemi never was able to squeeze in even a short visit. and when kyojuro died, he found his missions growing in amount with one hashira spot open, it was even more difficult to find time. it wasn't until sanemi got injured, during one battle, that he managed to take a bit of a break.

granted, it wasn't originally by his own decision. in fact, he was forced to remain inactive for a week because apparently his wound had gotten infected and shinobu was concerned (and irritated at his lack of cooperation). but as sanemi was sulking in his cot, he realized he could take this as an opportunity to visit senjuro. which he did, after consulting with shinobu and reassuring her—repeatedly—that no, he would not run, and yes, he would be careful and rest if he felt dizzy. so he went, breaking off into a jog the moment he was out of her point of view—and eventually quickening to a sprint until he was there.

he had the address memorized, after seeing it many times on the letters senjuro sent. senjuro seemed to have a habit of doing everything very neatly, even if it wasn't necessary to put either his or sanemi's address once sanemi's kasugai crow got used to going back and forth. (ah, and, speaking of his crow—sorai—he began squawking indignantly when he broke his promise to shinobu and hurried). so it didn't take long to find the house.

sanemi slowed to a walk, as he approached, and paused in front of the door. it was quiet here, and the house seemed equally calm. he knocked, gently, and after a moment footsteps padded to the door. senjuro's head poked out, as he peered up at sanemi. upon registering who it was, he seemed relieved and slid the door the rest of the way open, smiling.

"shinazugawa-san..." he said, moving aside to let sanemi in.

"hey, kid," sanemi returned, looking around as senjuro closed the door. "you alright? sorry for the lack of notice."

senjuro shook his head quickly. "it's okay, you're always welcome here! i'm okay, thanks," he assured him, and paused to gaze up at him. "did you need anything?"

sanemi hummed, and held up a container. "no, but i brought you some food. i meant to visit a while ago, but i couldn't find time until now," he explained.

he handed the food to senjuro, who began to protest until sanemi frowned and insisted he should take it.

"hope it's not a bother that i'm here—is your dad home?" sanemi inquired, though he could guess the answer. as he'd expected, senjuro said no, leading him to a different room where they sat down comfortably.

"he's out," senjuro said, "i think he's just walking, though. he didn't bring any money with him."

"ah." sanemi settled onto the cushion senjuro had provided, then took a better look at the child. senjuro's eyes were rimmed red, and he looked tired, but not particularly disheartened, at the very least. he was strong, sanemi realized. he wondered if he would've been the same, if he hadn't been the eldest. "how've you been holding up?"

it had been a few weeks since kyojuro's death. senjuro hadn't sent any letters since then, although he'd sent one right before, so it had worried sanemi. but he figured that it was only natural—sanemi wasn't that important of a figure in senjuro's life, and he had the right to grieve alone without needing to update everyone on his personal life. still, it had been another encouragement for sanemi to take the chance today and see him. he was glad that senjuro mostly alright, and he was smiling less nervously than he had the day sanemi had met him (at the time, shinjuro had been home, so he assumed that was something about it).

"i've been doing fine," senjuro murmured, and he fidgeted with the box sanemi had given him. he hadn't opened it yet, but seemed to be curious, occasionally fingering the latch to open it. "father's... okay, too. tanjiro-san came by a couple weeks back, he told us... what kyojuro had said. before he'd— before he'd died. and i think father has been trying to stop drinking since then."

sanemi was surprised. he knew that shinjuro was different than his own father—but he'd grown to compare the two to each other, especially since he could only assume most of shinjuro's character, having not properly met him at all. he wasn't sure how much of kyojuro's past rants of his father he could use as reference, since most of them seemed to highlight shinjuro's better sides, but he hadn't really taken much of it to heart. hearing that shinjuro was trying to change rendered him in a bit of shock, and he wondered—briefly—if his own father would've done the same. truthfully, he doubted it—there had never been a kind bone in kyogo—but he supposed kyogo couldn't have always been shit. probably. (again, doubtful, but sanemi had always been quick to judge).

it must've shown on his face, because senjuro laughed softly. "kyojuro always knew father better than me. even if father wouldn't listen most of the time, since i don't really remember how things were when i was younger, kyojuro was good at knowing what to say. sometimes it felt like he really did get father to do what he said, even if only just the smaller things. somehow, on the verge of death, kyojuro still... he still knew what would encourage father to get better," he said, his voice faltering at the end. "the small words count, too, i suppose."

it was hard for sanemi to know what to say. he'd never really thought of shinjuro being able to redeem himself in any way, because kyogo could never have. but the way senjuro said it—it did make explain why kyojuro had spoken greatly of shinjuro. he'd likely been recounting old memories, ones where shinjuro hadn't been what he was now. sanemi didn't know much, but he'd become a hashira before kyojuro had, so he'd heard of shinjuro's retirement being partially to blame for kyojuro's rise in the ranks. something about kyojuro's mother (she'd died, sanemi thought, although from what he wasn't sure) had pushed shinjuro to no longer being fit to be a hashira, and then kyojuro had taken his place. sanemi had always assumed that shinjuro had been the same he was now, as he was as a hashira. he hadn't cared too much, however, so his ignorance was his own fault. but that knowledge didn't necessarily make it easier for him to wrap around the idea of shinjuro changing. becoming better.

he hoped it would be so, though. senjuro deserved a good father, and even if shinjuro was fucked up in the past, if he was able to truly be better, then sanemi would allow it. because with kyojuro gone, senjuro would really be alone, and there was no guarantee sanemi could manage to keep living and checking up on him.

"i suppose they do," sanemi agreed, after a long moment had passed. senjuro looked mildly confused, before realizing it was to what he'd said, and nodded. he quickly smiled, a bit uneasy at the sudden solemn mood.

"thank you for the food, you really didn't have to," he piped up, and held up the box.

"don't worry 'bout it," sanemi said gruffly, a bit embarrassed. he'd made the food—had been pretty good at making something satisfactory out of the least ingredients—but he'd never made it for anyone but himself after becoming a hashira. he wasn't sure if it'd be too much to his own taste, and whether senjuro would like it. he comforted himself with the fact that senjuro had reported to love the ohagi he'd sent in the past, at least. "you send me food lots, anyway, so have this as a thank you."

senjuro smiled, and it lit up his face. he opened the box gently, looking pleasantly surprised by its contents. "it's so artistic, how it's set up," he commented, glancing up at sanemi.

sensing that he was asking who'd made it (though he kept silent, likely not wanting to come off as rude), sanemi cleared his throat, looking away. "yeah, uh, i was... i had time to kill, so i made it like that. i made the food," he added, after a moment. there hadn't actually been time to kill, but as he'd been making the food, he'd remembered the things senjuro had made for him in the past and had the very strong urge to make it look really nice, too. even if he'd never cared too much of appearance, before that.

"you made this?" senjuro asked, and the scrutiny sanemi had expected was nowhere to be found. "you must be a really good cook—this already looks and smells amazing!"

"i... hope it tastes that good, too," sanemi said, "but thanks."

senjuro got right to eating, once sanemi had said that it was fine (and that he'd already eaten earlier). somehow, it was really nice to see senjuro enjoying the food, and his occasional commentary on how well it was made had sanemi fighting with all his might to not smile (a battle he lost, unfortunately). their previous conversation was put aside as senjuro ate, and they moved onto other topics, including the fact that sanemi was injured and that that was why he able to come.

he didn't finish the food, because it was a bit much, but he promised that he'd eat it all and then send something back in appreciation (to which sanemi tried to decline, but apparently senjuro was quite stubborn when he wanted to be). by then, two hours or so had gone by. as senjuro put the food away, the front door opened, and he was instantly on guard (a habit, it seemed, he could not rid of, even if shinjuro was changing).

probably realizing they had a visitor, shinjuro found them quickly to check in. he appeared pleased that it was sanemi and not someone else (or something, because it was definitely not because it was sanemi), then cocked his head, not recognizing him at all. "who is this, senjuro?" he asked, not quite trusting.

"wind hashira," sanemi answered, before senjuro could speak. "shinazugawa sanemi."

"right," shinjuro agreed, although he probably was clueless on who sanemi really was. "and you're here because...?"

"to see him," he said, hooking a thumb in senjuro's direction. "why, should i leave?"

"it is evening. do you not have missions?"

"no, not anything active."

"hm." shinjuro frowned, eyes flicking to senjuro, then back to sanemi. "as i said, it's getting late. i'd appreciate it if you took your leave soon."

"sure."

shinjuro left, then, muttering something about how he should be warned for visitors, and how that never happens anymore, as senjuro apologized to sanemi.

"he doesn't really want to have people over, especially after he and tanjiro-san got in a little... argument," senjuro explained. "sorry, he was a little hostile."

"nah, that was fine," sanemi said, shaking his head. he was honestly surprised at how calm shinjuro was, given his expectations. he'd expected worse. "anyway, i should really get going anyway. keep sending letters, if you find anything to say, or even if you want to say hi. i'll try to drop in now and then, 'kay?"

senjuro smiled, nodding. "i'll do my best. thank you for taking your time to come here, and make the food. it was really nice of you, and i liked having you over," he said, bowing slightly.

sanemi only smiled.

senjuro saw him off, saying he'd send the container back when he could, and that he hoped sanemi got better quickly, and that he hoped to see him again soon. sanemi waved back, with the promise to try, and took his time walking to the return to the butterfly estate. his crow was much pleased when he decided to walk, perching on his shoulder just in case.

perhaps senjuro wouldn't be completely alright, but he seemed happy today, and that was enough to console sanemi that at least things were capable of getting better. he would have to make sure to survive whatever came at him, now. that way he could take the newfound knowledge of senjuro's favorite foods and make them when he had the time.

[whoredmode]

i feel like i see so many ppl characterize troy as uptight in the conventional sense of the word and i do not understand that reading at all. he is high strung, he’s a very tightly wound and nervous person, but i wouldn’t call him uptight. how did y’all forget the “lights his cigarette on a burning corpse and sees nothing wrong w that” scene.

[consumer-of-moss]

I miss my wife he’s so gorgeousb.,,,,

Anyway, here’s Venbot

Remember to click on the picture because Tumblr loves to eat the quality

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

head in my hands im trying to come up w prinzhes headcanons but i literally cannot because prinz is like. a pink and less tragic and less headache-inducing version of tesilid.

they're both very gentlemanly, they both can fight, if someone is unfair to them they're more likely to smile and try to smooth it over than to fight back. if hestio is going to find prinz attractive then he'd have found tesilid attractive too, but if he isn't nursing a massive crush on tesilid by the time he meets prinz then it means that tesilid gave him so much blood pressure problems that they're no longer his type.

so anyway in conclusion teshes solos- wait what? how did this turn into teshes propaganda